I got back from KY yesterday. I had something like 60+ e-mails waiting on me, though I deleted most of them. Remind me to un-subscribe to some things.
I slept most of the time I was home yesterday...and I'm still tired. YES, I can FINALLY say I'M TIRED. (There is a rule for KY missions that you can't state the obvious, aka I'm tired/hot.) I'm going to take a nap when I'm done with this.
This KY trip wasn't as fun as the last two were. Not saying it wasn't good, or that I didn't have any fun, but it just wasn't as fun as it has been in the past. It was more of a learning experience, if anything.
The very first day I had a big thing with a girl in my family group, Jessie (There was also a guy named Jesse, and another Elizabeth...it was weird.). She had been teasing me about this friend of mine, Mitch, about him being my boyfriend (which he's not). I told her to stop, but she didn't. I got a tone with her...I didn't mean to sound mad, I just wanted to make it clear that I was not kidding and that she needed to stop immediately. She was mad, and didn't even say a word to me until I was bawling at the alter a few hours later in chapel. I have never had that kind of thing happen in any missions group I've ever been in. I'm not placing the blame on anyone, because I'm sure both of us contributed to it. But it was still not a good start to the week.
Tons and tons of things went wrong. Anytime my group would pray, some type of noise would interrupt us: a vacuum, one of the games in the lounge, anything. The door to Kathrine and Jillian's room fell off. I had major, MAJOR *ahem* feminine problems. Anna (aka Banana...but not Anna Banana, cause she hates that) hurt both her wrist and her knee. By the end of the trip, she was alternating between two Tylenol and two Advil every two hours. I'm sure there are many other things that I just can't think of right now.
I really struggled with my confidence in my teaching ability. I guess if Satan couldn't keep me out of KY, he'd at least try to convince me it was no use trying to get my kids to even be interested in the story. It was hard, but somehow I managed to get through the week, still teaching. I'm glad I did. Three of my little preschoolers prayed to receive Christ on Wednesday night...including the one that told me to shut up a few days before.
Funny quotes from my fellow missionaries:
"Gah! It's like going down the birth canal!" -- Adam, about the narrow aisle to the back of the van
"You mean the van weighs more with people on it?" -- Hannah
"DO IT!" -- Just about everyone at one point or another
"Is a Chicken Plank fish?" -- Hannah, ordering at Long John Silvers
"Satan is the devil!" -- Kathrine
I'm sure there's a ton of other things I could write, but I'm in great need of sleep. Good night!