Hey guys! What's the word on the street back in the States? (It's an awkward beginning, I know. I just get tired of writing the same thing every week. I'm experimenting. Clearly, it still needs a little work.)
Things are PRETTY great here in Łódź. I'm just, you know, lovin' life. Bein' a missionary. Preachin' the G. What more could a Sistah want?
You know what? I really hate when people call me, "Sister." Sister Young is okay, Siostra Young is great, I LOVE Siostro and Siost, but Sister? Just plain old Sister? Ugh. NOT a fan.
Anyways.
You know how we have "exercise" every morning for thirty minutes? Yeah. NO. It's the worst thrity minutes of my life. I'm not doing anything. I'm being awake. That is literally all I'm doing. My exercise time consists of me, congratulating myself on being awake and trying not to remember the joy that is sleeping in. I need to get a hobby or something. Maybe I'll invest in a jump rope .... Or ... I don't know. Something. It's just lame.
Beata still rocks. We met with her Saturday and talked about church and Sabbath Day and she was like, "So, am I allowed to come see what church is like? I know I'm not a member, but is that okay?" YES! PLEASE COME TO CHURCH! And she was going to come yesterday, but she woke up sick. Dangit, Satan! Stop making my investigators sick! I mean, REALLY. That's just low.
We have this little boy that comes to Dzieci English. His name is Julek.. He is HILARIOUS. We were talking about food last time, and we were playing pictionary, and he would walk up to the board to draw his food, and then he'd look back at everyone and say, "Give me time to finish." And then they'd guess what he was drawing really fast, and he'd just keep going until he was done. He is a boy with some serious personality. My favorite was when he drew his cake. They all guessed cake, and then he kept going, and when he was done, he stepped back and looked at his masterpiece, and said, "Now THAT is a cake." YES. I love this kid. I'd steal him, if that were in any way acceptable. Unfortunately, missionaries aren't allowed to have pets. White handbook. And I'm feeling like children fall into the same category.
LOVEYOU ALL! Have the most incredible of weeks, and I promise to write more next week!
We have this little boy that comes to Dzieci English. His name is Julek.. He is HILARIOUS. We were talking about food last time, and we were playing pictionary, and he would walk up to the board to draw his food, and then he'd look back at everyone and say, "Give me time to finish." And then they'd guess what he was drawing really fast, and he'd just keep going until he was done. He is a boy with some serious personality. My favorite was when he drew his cake. They all guessed cake, and then he kept going, and when he was done, he stepped back and looked at his masterpiece, and said, "Now THAT is a cake." YES. I love this kid. I'd steal him, if that were in any way acceptable. Unfortunately, missionaries aren't allowed to have pets. White handbook. And I'm feeling like children fall into the same category.
LOVEYOU ALL! Have the most incredible of weeks, and I promise to write more next week!
Siostra Young
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