Well, I made it to the MTC. I woke up at four in the morning with my family and said goodbye to them at the airport. I did not realize how hard that was going to be. I love them very much and want them to know that. My first plane ride all on my lonesome and it wasn't too bad. I landed and met my grandparents who took me to the MTC after they took me to breakfast and we said our goodbyes. We saw quite a few missionaries on their way to the MTC.
Getting to the MTC was one of the weirdest things I've ever experienced. Literally everyone the second I stepped out of the car were all over me saying, "Welcome to the MTC!" and being abnormally nice. A missionary took me around through a different building and I got my name tags, room key, and key cards. I also got a temporary phone. Unfortunately, Samoa and Tonga are like the last missions to not have technology. Supposedly there are brick phones when we get there, but I can't verify that statement. Right after I got my name tags, all the sudden someone was calling my name- I turn around and there is my cousin, Elder Mitchell (Blake)! We got a photo and I probably look very dazed and confused.
Right after that I went to class. I was one of the first ones there. At first I was super nervous to be with all these people, but it turns out my district is probably the coolest one here. There's Elder Pele and Elder Lemusu, who are from Australia. They are probably some of the funniest people I know. Elder Pele is from Melbourne and Elder Lemusu is from Sydney, so they have some brotherly rivalry bond thing. There's also Elder Pohahau, Elder Alofipo, Elder Teisina, Elder Tobin, Elder Horrocks, Elder Davis, and Elder Schaugarde.
I was actually supposed to be in a trio with Elder Tobin and Elder Horrocks, but then Elder Lemusu's visa was approved only last Friday. I'm very happy about that for two reasons: 1) Elders Tobin and Horrocks are now our zone leaders and 2) Elder Lemusu is super cool and open. In some ways he is the exact opposite of me. He told me the reason his visa wasn't approved until last Friday was because of his criminal record. Apparently he was involved in gangs and selling drugs before truly converting and deciding to serve a mission and all that. He even had a cut on his hand from a knife fight from last week. Pretty radical, for lack of a better word. Also for legal reasons, that was a joke. Not really, but it sounded good. He and Elder Pele are half Samoan, and they have been helping me a ton with the language.
We went to language class and different seminar type things for the rest of the day. I would love to tell you all about them, but I don't really have the time and some were not exactly page turners. Useful, but hard to stay awake.
The second day was very long. And I am not using that lightly. No breaks and meetings/ classes all day. I did see my friend Elder Neff (Peter) at lunch. That was pretty awesome, especially because I sort of forgot he was staying for six weeks and not only three. Deadlines were set by our teachers and the branch president to memorize different things and new words.
Today is P-Day, and P-Day is a lie. P-Day is not a relaxing day at all. We went to the temple as a zone, so that was pretty awesome. The rest of the day has busy, busy, busy. We only get an hour today to work out or play outside, as that's what everybody seems to do, but it will be the first hour we've gotten. Luckily after this first week of orientation or whatever, we'll get an hour every day- moving up in the world. I can respond to emails on P-Day and sometimes at other specified times, but I can always read them any day of the week.