Our teachers love telling us "Cada Dia Mejor" (each day better)
The Elders love screaming "OBEDECER" (obey)
So Elder Call still hasn't gotten the alarm clock out of the wall, but they found a way to turn it off. And Elder Taylor woke up to find his inflatable dinosaur (Elder Saur) had been hanged with a belt. It was a sad day for Elder Taylor.
VOLLYEBALL
I have some adventures whenever we play volleyball. So, every day.
Last week, it rained really really hard during our PE time. Some kids that had come over to play with us started playing in the puddles Our volleyball net is just in the parking lot, which is on a slight incline. So the water just gathers into a stream down the middle. The kids began using it as a slip 'n' slide. Crazy
Lining our volleyball parking lot, is a lot of bushes and beautiful flowers. Sometimes the ball would go into the bushes, and I enjoy getting it out. Usually it's easy to reach. Sometimes I have to crawl through a hedge. One day, I couldn't really reach it. Hermana Duffy, one of the older, wiser, missionary that I USED to trust, told me to "dive in, the bushes can support your weight." Now, I should have thought first. I don't know why I didn't think. I just heard "dive" and I dove. Face First into the ground, under the bushes. I wasn't hurt, it was just super funny. And yes, I didn't reach the volleyball.
Hermana Hoskins somehow drop-kicked it into her face...how?
So the rope on our net broke. Connecting it to the pole, right? We were sad and tried to find a way to tie it back together, but I didn't reach. Hermano Antonio, the sweet old handyman, came out and used one of his own ties to put the volleyball net back together. It was so sweet, and it holds better than ever. :)
I think that's all my volleyball stories...
And I'm running out of time, so my other stories will have to wait til next week.
The older districts just left for their missions yesterday. So it's only been my district of 7 here today. But more missionaries are starting to come in. Now I'm the oldie. I leave the MTC on January 9th
I can't receive packages, but if you want to send me a letter
Sister Rayna Breann Pollard
Dominican Republic Santiago Mission
Dominican Republic Missionary Training Center
Avenida Bolivar #825
Los Robles
Santo Domingo
Dominican Republic
I'm not sure if your letters would even arrive before I leave. If they don't, they'll probably be forwarded to my mission home. I can send that address later.
I'm disappointed I spent my whole time writing about volleyball and didn't get to tell you the really good stories :/
I bought christmas lights to decorate my room. I'll send a picture next week.
Oh, President Gulbrandsen dislocated his shoulder. He also tore a bunch of ligaments and muscles, and it's pretty bad. But he's such a nice man, and hasn't stopped smiling, even when he's in a lot of pain.
Good stories coming next week.
I love you all so much! Merry Christmas!
With Smiles and Sunshine,
Hermana Pollard ☀
No comments:
Post a Comment