Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Sasha Fierce: The Russian - Week 2

So let's rewind to last week for a second. The first week here is super crazy. You walk in, get rushed through the whole campus, get a bag of books that looks like it's straight out of Santa's sleigh because of how full it is, get pushed into a classroom and get leaf blown by your teacher who only speaks to you in your mission language. Then on top of that, if it's your first day at the MTC, they put an orange dot on your name tag. Basically it's like having a neon flashing sign saying "idiot over here who has no idea what he's doing in this place." So because of that, all the other older elders, since being here for a week is considered old, try and see how loud they can say "Welcome Elders!" to you all day. It's a relief to finally get that dot off your name tag that night.

Okay let me explain the title. So for some reason, half of my district likes to talk in a Russian accent some of the time. They all have Russian names to match. Including Sasha, Vlad and others that I can't remember. Don't ask me how it happened, but things like that just happen here. I swear they put something in the food. 

So one of the sisters in our district is from Finland. Since she grew up in the European school system, she already knows 4 languages. Gotta love living in the American edumacation thing. But anyways, whenever someone asks her where shes lives in Finland, she says she lives where Santa Claus lives. Like 10 hours north of Helsinki. That's kind of far up north.

For this next part, there is kind of a back story to it. So if anyone knows Elder Schow in my district, you know that he's the sassiest kid you'll know and says really funny things to people all the time and doesn't really care what people think of him. It makes for a really good time just as long as you're not on the receiving end, of course. 

Now you understand who I'm talking about right? Okay, let's move on.

Alright, please raise your hand is you've seen the movie Mean Girls. Alright, for those who haven't, go look up the part where they're all in the gym and Tina Fey's character says, "How many of you have ever felt personally victimized by Regina George?" I'll just wait until you're done.

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Seen it now? Okay. 

So the other day we were all sitting around doing personal study, and Elder Schow's comp quotes that part from the movie and everyone from the district raised their hand. Everyone just died laughing because of how true it actually was. Luckily he loves us and doesn't usually mean what he says. Usually. 

Now another story with Blake Wilson.

So at nights Elder Schow, yes it's a lot about him but he makes our lives interesting, likes to take 20 to 25 minute showers and we like to make fun of him about it sometimes. So when he was walking back to our room after showering, we all saw him and shut the door on him which meant he was locked out. After successfully singing all of Do You Want to Build a Snowman? through the door, we slid a note with a pen under the door telling him to go away. He then slid them both back under the door a minute later and the note said "Both of these have been in my mouth." We all died laughing for like 5 minutes and didn't let him in until after we finally got composed. 

Shout out to my old college roomie Dalon and his girfriend Kaitlyn who I saw this morning in front of the fountain at the temple after I just finished a session. So great to see familiar faces and the timing was perfect!

Thanks for tuning in this week and stay tuned for our next episode of, "Will Elder Wilson ever get out of the MTC?"

With Love,

Elder Wilson



The District



The Bedroom


The Classroom


The Name Tag


(editor's note: I finally found the missing SD card with the Mission Call Opening party pictures. I have updated the very first post for anyone interested. click here)

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

We Started a War with the Tahitians-Week 1

What's up everyone! 

I have to start off my blog posts by saying that I want this blog to be entertaining for you, a good Monday morning read so I am going to let you in on the slice of life things that just happen to me, spiritual, funny, embarrassing, everything! I want you to feel like you are in my pocket as I take you along with me during these next two years, the best two years.

So how to begin talking about the MTC? Well basically you walk in, they rush you through a bunch of buildings, give you you're name tag to make you all official then shove you into a classroom with a bunch of new people and a teacher talking entirely in a different language. Now on top of that, you throw in sitting in the same classroom for 11 hours a day and stuffing your face full of food 3 times a day and that's basically what the first week is like. You wouldn't think that sitting in a classroom for 11 hours is tiring but it actually drains you a lot. Good thing there's an unending resource of food to keep up your energy. The first few days last forever but get significantly better as the time goes by.

So in my zone there is my district, all going to France, and there is a district all going to Tahiti. The Tahitian missionaries have to be here for a full 12 weeks because they have to learn Tahitian and French so they were here when we came and they will be sending us off in 5 weeks. I kind of feel bad for them because they don't get to go to France and they have to be here for that long. Our districts are really good friends though and we mess with each other all day long. I have to admit we've been scolded a fair amount of times because we were having too much fun with them. 

In my district is my companion Elder Duncan from Springville, UT, Elder Kimble from Alaska, Elder Arne from North Carolina, Sister Holmgren from South Jordan, UT, Sister Gilbert from Riverton, UT, Elder Larsen from Texas, Elder Schow who lived next door to me at BYU from Garland, UT, Sister Kimber from Ogden, UT and Sister Nikka from Finland and the same city Santa lives in. Elders Larsen and Schow are going to Paris along with Sister Gilbert. The rest of us are headed to Lyon. Most of us have completed one year of college and several attended BYU.

Here at the MTC, we get to go on a walk around the temple every Sunday. One of the few times you get to experience some sort of real life. It's nice to see real people out in the real world. This was my view on the walk back to the MTC and I'm not gonna lie, I cried a little on the inside knowing that I would be missing the next couple of seasons.





My teacher here is Brother Adams or Frere Adams for you Frenchies back at home. Shout out to my brother who lived with him in Belgium. He's a way cool guy who occasionally spares us and talks to us in English every now and again. Down the hall from us is a bunch of islanders going to various pacific islands and speaking various languages and there is this Elder who is from New Zealand, yes he has a sick accent, who always comes up and talks to me and acts like he's my brother. Basically the sickest thing ever. The other day I saw him and I called him my New Zealand brother and he came up and said "Yeah man, that's what I am!" Basically I thought I was the coolest person ever. 

I didn't have too much time to write today but tune in again next week and you'll learn about my antics and things. 

I love you all!

Elder Wilson


P.S. For those I gave my MTC address to at my farewell, that was the address the Mission Department said would be my address while at the MTC, but in fact, it is not. The MTC updated my address to one completely different, so please click on the "How to Contact Me" tab at the top of this page to see my new address. 







Wednesday, June 10, 2015

MTC

Today was the day we have been preparing for for 4 months and 12 days, but really 19 years, 2 months and 22 days. The packing of all his clothes and items into 2 large suitcases and 1 carry on to survive for the next 2 years went well, nothing last minute, everything done the night before and we all had a fairly decent night sleep. Securing the clothing to place in the suitcases was a bit more challenging. One cannot just walk into a store and purchase conservative business attire to fit a 6'7" narrow framed young man. Everything in the big and tall section is tall but too big and everything in the slim section fit well but is too short. We had to special order most things on line and with lots of store hopping, lots of luck and some divine intervention, found slim white shirts in a medium size with narrow necks and long arms. He did look mighty fine in his slim cut, European tailored suit.





Most families decide to take pictures in some picturesque location or in front of the Provo Temple before they drop off their missionary. We wanted to do something a little more personal, a place that reflects Blake's personality completely, so we headed off to the BYU football stadium.  























It does not get any easier with the second child.


See you in two!




Look out Lyon! He's comin' for you!