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Hi everybody, just finished week 5... woot woot! Or is it week four... I don't know! Everyday blends together here! We never have any idea what day it is anymore. So much has happened this past week, it's been a trip. On Tuesday Elder Anderson came and spoke at our devotional. It was such a good talk on the condensension of God. Read 1 Nephi 11. One of my favorites. End of story. Last night we got out of class early to go to the fireside where we had a program by our MTC presidency, and this morning we had our Morningside with Elder Perry. I practically shoved my way into the gym so my companion and I could get good seats. We waited in line for forever! We also sang the 12 days of Christmas at the MTC which was hilarious! On the first day of Christmas the MTC gave me: A rock solid testimony 2 haircuts free 3 new companions 4 chocolate milks 5 hours of gym 6 :30 wake up (Pero I get up at 6) 7 lukewarm showers (it's the truth) 8 hours of rest 9 outbound calls (ever wonder abo
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Buenas Dias! ...Please send the word out, I WANT TO HEAR FROM PEOPLE!!!! Por favor! (Her address at the MTC is: Hermana Emily Rose Georgeson MTC Mailbox # 358 ARG-NEU 0126 2005 N 900 E Provo, UT 84604-1793 You can also go to DearElder.com and post letters there. Make sure to denote the Provo MTC as the destination while she is there. They deliver M-F if you get it in before noon. Once she moves to Argentina, I'll post the new address here.) So just some cool things I've learned this week, Charity- SUPER IMPORTANTE. 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 strongly emphasises that, that we are nothing without charity (that Paul, what a good man) (emphasizes...?), and D&C 88:125 says that Charity should be worn as a mantle because it's SO THAT IMPORTANT! Mantle's aren't for people who make promises they're not so sure they're going to keep. It's for serious. This past week the scipture D&C 123:12 has stood out to me, at least 4 or 5 times in the past day or two, and
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Hola from the land of missionaries! This week has been... well, interesting. A lot of thinking, lack of sleep, and good experiences. I can't really remember last week really. I've been battling a cold with a gross sounding cough- The Zone leaders were always asking "Are you okay? Are you sure?" I was fine, I just sounded gross. I'm not really coughing anymore so that's good. We had a "zone conference" which was pretty good. We went over what a "good" missionary is. Someone who doesn't care so much about numbers but moreso the people. We learned more Spanish (aagoijoeiuhggog!!!), and had some sweet devotionals and firesides. We had a mission conference (basically a devotional) on fast Sunday. I doodled a picture of a funny looking peach that went along with someone's talk on the fruits of our mission, and how to make sure the harvest at the end will taste so sweet. I'm hoping for more of a strawberry taste. One of the wives of th
Oops! I forgot to include her address at the MTC. It's: Hermana Emily Rose Georgeson MTC Mailbox # 358 ARG-NEU 0126 2005 N 900 E Provo, UT 84604-1793 You can also go to DearElder.com and post letters there. Make sure to denote the Provo MTC as the destination while she is there. They deliver M-F if you get it in before noon. Once she moves to Argentina, I'll post the new address here.
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I got my package, so I can only assume that the one emailed to you was correct. I won't worry too much if that one number is wrong, they'll get it to me... eventually. This week has been so hectic, GGAAAHHHH!!! I just had to get that out of my system. Spiritually draining. It's like having the spirit suck the life out of you by the end of the day. My companion and I have had some amazing experiences, and I don't know if I have enough time to explain them all to you, but they got us learning a lot. I can't forget to tell you! We totally had an Office day in our district. One of our Hermana's wasn't feeling well, but she absolutely refused to leave class, she didn't want to miss a single moment! Our teacher knew that she was absolutely determined to stay, so he said stay a half an hour and then go home and rest. Well, she puked twice, and I was expecting there to be a puking chain reaction! I was picturing Andy and thinking, "Oy vey, here it goes!&quo

Week dos at the MTC‏

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So I hope this will get to you this time. Ahhh, my second week at the MTC! Woot woot! It's been an interesting week. I don't remember when I've cried this much. Oh my goodness, my companion has been so compassionate towards me and my constant tearyness. I really wish the adversary would just leave us amazing missionaries alone! Sometimes it's hard to fall asleep at night, I'm still trying to figure that out. I've been having crazy dreams and waking up in the night, so I'm hoping that I'll soon fall out of that. Although I cry, I'm okay. I remember why I'm here and that if I do what's right, I can call upon my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ for help and strength in time of need. We had one elder in our district go home so it's now uneven, four elders and five hermanas. It's sad, but it's a good thing that he recognizes that he needs to take care of some things. As he was leaving he looked at us and said "I'll be back&quo

Winngappo from the MTC!

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Hola! I'm still alive! Now how exciting is that? Today is my first P-day, kinda. We still had class, for which we have to dress up, and then when we go back to dinner we gotta dress up again. Boo! Right? But I love it here. I've heard stories about people not liking the MTC, but I dig it. So far along my magical mission journey we have our district which is the most interesting probably of the entire MTC. We have five elders: Elder Cranford, our DL, Elder Erickson, Elder Johnson, Elder Smoot, Elder... um, his name escapes me now. Probably as soon as this computer kicks me off I'll remember. Anyway, then we have our five Hermanas: ME! Hermana Georgeson, Hermana Jones, my companera, Hermana Harris, Hermana Lyons, and Hermana Squires. We have a great district with a great spirit. Our elders are a hoot and our Hermanas are wonderful. In the rest of the MTC most districts are lucky to even get two sisters, but we have five! It's hilarious to hear our branch president and our

Adios!

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So this will probably be my last blog before my mission, and I just want to thank everyone who has helped me on this magical journey to missionhood and land of lollipops! Ok, so I don't think Argentina is known for lollipop manufacturing, but I think I'll savor the delicious mission experience. I'm looking forward to going out and serving the Lord and his children! Not only will this be a wonderful opportunity to learn and grow myself, but to be a help to our brothers and sisters to find happiness and eternal salvation will be such an experience. I think by the time I'm done I won't want to come back. It's like Rexburg; that cold, challenging, itty bitty city might not be something to behold, but the spirit will always keep you coming back for more. It's what makes me miss roommates, classes, campus- that spirit that edifies you. It's wonderful and beyond words. And I'm sure that Argentina will have the same effect on me. So kids, don't worry, I

Just thinking...

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For those of you who are reading this and don't know, I got my mission call (which, awesomely, was sent on my birthday) to the Argentina Neuquen mission, which I was told is the biggest mission in Argentina, and maybe even the southern most. I still have to check that one. Anyway, Just to get some things out of the way, Am I excited? Yes.... I dunno, I find that a stupid question asked often. Why wouldn't I be excited? I'm not outwardly excited, I'm not constantly jumping up and down going "Oh my gosh, Argentina!!!" I mean, I'm excited, just not in a hyper way. I'm... happy. I think being happy is good enough, I don't have to be crazy-off-the-wall-ecstatic to be excited. And to clarify for everyone, I don't view this as a travel opportunity. I think if I was sent state side I would be just as happy knowing that the Lord chose the place for me. Actually, after dealing with the visa, I wouldn't mind stateside... Do I know Spanish? Heck no. I

There's always someone

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For those of you who read this and don't know, recently (ok, maybe more like a few months ago) I made the decision to go on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. This decision was never part of that standard five year plan that each of us have when we graduate from high school. You know the one, the plan you write to all those scholarship foundations and colleges. I only jokingly entertained the idea of a mission. Well imagine my shock to recieve the impression I should go. Sharing the gospel is not my strong suit. In high school I actually avoided the idea because I didn't want friends to think I was weird or pushing my religion onto them. I was always afraid of talking about my church. I tried sharing it when I was younger, I even helped my best friend join the church. We ended up falling out because of her lying and drug habits, and then I became down right frightened to share the gospel. Do you know what it's like to share such a big piece of yo

Mes amis, vous etes speciales

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Lately I've found out that a lot of my friends have been feeling lonely and left out (and they are all my closest friends... ironic...), a theme which has been recurring in my life lately. My family moved from a big city in California right after high school graduation to one of those states that only get two, maybe four people in the House of Reps, into a small city of about 600 people. Since then I've mainly been away at college, so I've had no chance to really get involved with the people of the area. My older brother and I go to a single's branch for church, where maybe about somewhere between 5-15 peopl e show up, depending on the Sunday. We have a hard time with it because we really don't know anybody; the people our age are all used to each other cosidering they've all gone to the same schools since they were 5. They are not used to new people moving into town and are very, well, to themselves. It's been so hard breaking those barriers. Lucky for me I

Why do I like to torture myself?

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I mean, honestly, I am a rational person. I like to think I'm down to earth, but when it comes to what's best for me, I can be somewhat misconstrued. This past week or two I've been pigging out like a monster. Usually I'm one who likes to eat smaller meals and mostly healthy foods like fruits, vegetables, and maybe even a chicken boob or two. But since mother nature came to visit me, she came with some mega-wrath. I had massive cravings, and instead of getting over them like I should have, I've pigged out on the three birthday cakes we've had around our apartment, ate an entire package of Oreos, chili, pizza, breads, and VERY sugary foods. The thing is I know they are bad for me. I love how I feel when I eat those fruits and vegetables; they give me energy and I just feel all around better about myself because I know I am taking care of my body. When I eat unhealthy foods they make me feel fat, disgusting, and they give me really bad headaches because of the gre

Today must be significant

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Today is March 5, 2009, the anniversary of the 2001 Santana shooting. Santana High School was my high school, but it happened two years before I went there. I knew many people who were affected by this rampage. From friends who had guns in their faces, running terrified all over campus, to teachers, who whenever the topic was addressed, spoke of bullying like lions because they whole heartedly knew the results of such actions. These people who came to affect my life had theirs affected too, watching students and coworkers bleed, and even die. But more importantly is why this even had to happen. Freshman Charles Andrew Williams was a transfer student to Santana in 2000, and like any other teenager, he was eager to be accepted, to have friends. To his dismay, he did not find friends, but found bullies. With every crowd he wanted to be involved with, he only found taunting and rejection. He went from group to clique to group to find someone who would accept him. He eventually was accepted

What makes you happy?

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I mean really. What makes a person happy? What causes that chemical/hormone to kick in to create a sense of elation or peace? Why does it go off and why is it different with each and every person? I know for me, it doesn't take too much to make me feel that superficial elation that makes you want to sigh out of pure happiness. Gazebos, old WWI and WWII airplanes, summertime, sprinklers, sandals, parks and playgrounds, the smell of rain and grass, going outside with out a jacket and still feeling warm. We all have these little quirks that give us a sense of happiness, but what makes us truly happy and joyful, and as one might say, successful? I've been thinking about this a lot lately because I spend all of my day doing nothing. I was trying to find a job, but that has been a most unsuccessful search, and now I sit around because there's nothing for me to do: no job, no homework, no social activities, no money; then by the end of the day I realize I did nothing worth my whil

It all starts right here: my New Years resolution

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So this is where I write down my thoughts at this time of beginnings. Looking on the past two years of my life, they've sucked. Not filled with much to give me heaping amounts of joy. 2007 I was trying to run away from myself, I wanted to reinvent who I was. I didn't to be painfully shy anymore, I wanted to stick out and be social. The next semester at school left me with some roommates who weren't really the best of influences and friends who didn't exactly encourage me to go in the right directions. A therapist and a bishop told me I slipped into a depression for about three to four months. I hated the idea of depression. My mom has had it since I was seven years old and denotes bad connotations in my mind. I also dated my best friend, maybe for the wrong reasons, but it helped me to have someone constant there for me through all the days I cried because I was so stressed. I barely scraped by by the end of 2007, dipping my G.P.A. to about a 2.7. I wanted to leave many