Week two at the MTC

Hola mundo afuera,
Greetings del CCM. I do not know what this stands for, and neither does anyone else that I ask, but apparently it's the spanish way to say "MTC." Or we are all saying something ridiculous with no meaning and someone somewhere is having a good laugh at us "gringos." :-) Either way it sounds impressive, no?
So...trying to fit a week into one email in 30 min in this place is like...trying to pull Caleb away from the mirror-it ain't happening! (<-this is my "polite" reminder to you, my youngest lil brother, that you have NOT written to me yet!!!! Connor is even beating you, and Chloe is kicking your trash. You try my patience young padawan, don't make me give you an "impolite" reminder, ok?! OK. PS-I love you!) Wow, ok last week...
It was a really good week...until my hormones decided to go all ninja on my myself on Friday. I had the misfortune of being the odd missionary out in class and got to teach the first lesson to my teacher...alone. I had already looked like an...imbecile...multiple times this day and him staring at me while I could only say "um" (which isn't even SPANISH!!!) put me over the edge. Yes, I sadly admit that I broke. Huge, awkward, self-confidence-destroying tears. After he tried to console me, IN SPANISH, I finally escaped to the bathroom, companion in tow. I sat on the floor in that tiny bathroom, toilet 6inches from my face and got it all out. As embarrassing as this is, I needed it because 1-it made me realize once again how completely I am reliant on the Lord, in case I ever forgot! 2-My expectations for myself, as always, are way too high and I get an F- for never giving myself any kind of credit. I mean, come on! It's week two! I'm teaching lessons entirely in spanish, praying only in spanish, talking to my companions, district and other missionaries only in spanish(depending on the day), reading the scriptures in spanish and my auditory comprehension is 10x better than my verbal abilities. So after praying a lot on that tile, I picked myself up and get back to class and had a great rest of the day. As I stated before, my hormones were off the charts anyway so I wasn't exactly myself.haha But it was one of those experiences every missionary has and I'm glad I did because the rest of the week has been wonderful.
Um, what are some other good stories from this week? OH! this is awesome-so my district is huge-13 of us, 4 hermanas and 9 elderes, and we eat breakfast, lunch and dinner together pretty much every day. We are really close. So Elder Meyer, plays soccer for BYU-no big deal.haha, decided we should play "rock, paper, scissors" as a district and the loser has to take the walk of shame with EVERYONE'S trays, silverware, bowls, cups, etc. through the trash line. Of course, I was all in.haha It's hard to explain, but everyone plays at the same time and if all 3 signs are thrown down, you shoot again. But if only two signs are thrown, the normal R,P,S rules apply. The winner(s) are "safe" and out. The losers for that round have to play again until there is an ultimate loser and tray-taker. I had my doubts about whether this would work, but the first time we played, 7 of us threw down scissors and Elder Klinkefus (our "pelirojo peligroso <- "dangerous redhead/ginger") threw down paper and had to take all the trays!ahaha Ok, maybe it sounds juvenile or lame or whatever, but it is exciting and a lil bit of an adrenaline rush because everyone is so competitive and into it..and let's face it-excitement in el CCM comes in whatever way we can get it.ahahaha We play all the time as breaks for class and every meal time. Everyone else in the cafeteria thinks we are crazy and is jealous :-) It's really fun. We'll try it when I get back, no worries. Oh, and I haven't had to take any trays yet ;-) hehe
Oh, so apparently I've neglected to mention mi compañera. Actually, as of last week I have two. Hermana F and Hermana L. I´ve had Hna F from the beginning. She´s from LA and also going to Barcelona. We are very different but get along ridiculously well. She thinks I´m hilarious which works out splendidly because she laughs very loudly at all of my jokes!haha Hna L is from Texas, of Spanish heritage, and will be serving in Provo. She is crazy cool and funny. We are like the same person...except she is barely 5 ft, curvalicious and looks mexican...no big deal.ahaha She is a solo sister in another district, but we are all roomies. Sadly, one sister in our district left for home at like 5 this morning-medical reasons. So her companion is tagging along with us for the day and one of us will probably be reassigned as her comp by tonight so our trio of power will separated. I really hope I get to keep Hna F or L as my comp...cross your fingers...
I'm supposed to somehow keep track of people I meet here in the MTC that you all might know...let's see if I can remember...Sisters Hoyt and Hayes (Dad knows them from the institute) have meal times the same as me so we took pics by the map the other day. They are so cute and funny! It's so amazing to see a familiar face and talk...Courtney Koford's younger bro Alex is here, in the intermed spanish class next door to mine. We've talked a few times, and taught each other dicussions for class. He has gym the same time as me and balls it up-which makes me jealous since I can't play unless I find another sister to be on the other team, which doesn't happen often...I met an elder int he breakfast line from Rupert, ID Mom! Elder..Fillipini? or Defillipini? I dunno, but he was impressed by my knowledge about Rupert and Burley. Um I can't think of anyone else.
So kind of depressing news, but Hna F got her visa like last week! She was scheduled to fly out to Madrid next Tuesday but has decided to stay at least another week for personal reasons. So she could go, but she's not...while I can't because I don't have a visa. And I've noticed on my incoming mail it says "1102" as my new departure date...november...after the rest of my district has left if I still don't have a visa. There are A LOT of missionaries waiting for visas from Brazil and Spain. Like a lot. They office told me not to get by hopes up about not getting reassigned stateside and actually getting to go to Madrid... :-( ...so yeah, that's been fun to deal with...but I had a quiet moment in an empty hallway while staring at a drawing of the Madrid MTC on the wall and I just had a feeling that I will get to spend some amount of time at the MTC. And it will be when i'm supposed to be there, however long it is. And I'm supposed to be here now so I better find out why :-)
Thanks everyone for the dearelders and emails! (And Dad for the postcards :-)))) They are moving the bookstore/mailroom into a new building so everything is crazy and mail is sketchy for the next week as well. Thank you Lauren/BRaDeN for the dearelders! Clecca, Cregan and Chandrea-I'm writing you letters today I promise! I love all of you so much and hope that you didn't feel like you just wasted precious time in your life reading this beast! Oh, we got to go to the temple again this morning. It is so amazing to go every week! Mom, a letter is on it's way for you, I promise. Thank you for all the updates and love. They make each day that much better!
Les amo,
Hermana Dalton