MTC Week One

I made it! The MTC is mostly fine. I would like to change dinner time.

It is at around 4:45, and then you don't get to eat again until the

next day at 7:45. How can anyone get fat if they are being starved?? I

have a pretty sweet companion, Elder Hardman. We don't have too much

in common, but he likes Star Wars, so I've been dropping Star Wars

quotes when I can. I like seeing him try to catch it.

I guess I kinda thought that guys would be more mature since we are

all here to serve the Lord. Then again, I'm in a building full of

guys. It can be a bit difficult to sleep at night because of the

burping competitions outside of my room and the potty humor. If

someone is not in the bathroom farts, and doesn't say "no bear" before

someone else calls bear, someone yells it, and everyone is out of

their rooms and starts yelling as the the poor kid is dragged into a

circle. He isn't allowed to leave until he gets down on all fours and

roars like a bear. I don't understand it either.

After the lessons I have received, I feel like I am ready to preach

the gospel to real people. I have many people question me and ask why

I am not scared. I don't understand why they are scared. I may not

know everything, and have only been in the MTC for a few days, but

that doesn't matter to me. I know that if we say our prayers, we'll

have the spirit with us, and that will guide. There is no need to be

scared because we have the Lord on our side. We're basically the 2,000

stripling warriors, and I know that if we remain faithful, not one of

us will fall.

I leveled up thrice on the manliness scale. We had to look our very

best for the branch president. Doing so required shining my shoes. I

had never done that before, so doing it gave me enough experience to

get halfway up a level. I then came to the realization that my stick

for my razor was gone. I didn't want to borrow one, because that's

unsanitary. Instead, I took the shaving razor blades and began to

manually shave my face with just my hand. Not only did I end up

completely clean shaven, I didn't get a single cut. That leveled me up

on the manly scale 2 and a half times.

We went to the gym last night to go exercise. I chose to play four

square because I love it. I was doing really good and quickly made a

few friends because of it. On one of the rounds, I tried to save a

ball and fell down. My watch was in my pocket and one of the straps

broke off. I spent the next little bit trying to put it back on, and

then the handle started to fall apart too. I decided I was being

stupid and should try to pray for help to fix my watch. After that, I

was able to put it back together perfectly. Unfortunately, one of the

pieces is a metal rod that almost ripped in half. I put it back as

good as I could. My watch is now ever so slightly loose, but it works

perfectly and I am so grateful. I've never felt like I've had as much

help from God as I have from this week. It gets a little bit

bothersome to hear the spirit tell me frequently, "don't do that." But

it is ok because I also have help from it frequently. I testify to you

all, the power of prayer does work! You might as well just ask for

help from God whenever you can't do something, because He knows

exactly what you need!

I'll talk to you guys later! I can't wait to tell more about my crazy

adventures of the MTC!

"Hey Elder, betcha can't jump up and hit the ceiling with your head."

Me: "Oh, you think so?" *dents the metal in the ceiling*