Well, life at the MTC is pretty great. We didn't get P-day for OVER a week, so that was a bummer (I got to the MTC last Wednesday, and there wasn't a P-day until the NEXT Thursday). My companion is Sorella H. My district is made of 3 sets of sorelle and 2 sets of anziani (in other words, our district has more sisters than elders, and we are all under the age of 21). My district is the coolest! It is going to be heartbreaking to leave them. All of the sorelle are going to Rome, and all of the anziani are going to Milan except for one.
It has surprised me how normal it feels in the MTC. I thought it would feel weird, but I have adjusted really fast. I've seen SO many people that I know. It is really cool. My teacher's name is Fratello Cena, and he is actually a native Italian. I LOVE HIM! ("Cena" in Italian actually means dinner. Fun fact.)
I never comprehended how much time missionaries don't have. I finally understand! NO TIME. We also have a lot of stairs to climb, because we live on the top floor. I'm singing in the MTC choir, which is a good break from no music. In the MTC, we aren't allowed to use our music players. That will be a good thing when we leave for the field.
The Italian is going well. In my district, we have people who have never taken Italian before, and people who have taken varying levels. There are two anziani who have taken Italian before (one was in my Italian class at BYU), and one other Sorella besides myself. I get asked a lot of questions about Italian by everybody, but I like that. It helps my Italian to help other people. Fratello Cena told me that I was pretty advanced, so he challenged me to speak Italian as much as possible. I do, and my Italian is getting better. I had to say a prayer in Italian in a zone meeting, and a Sorella that I didn't know came up to me afterwards and asked if I was fluent. It was a cool experience. I still have a lot to learn, but a lot of people have told me that they would be so happy if they got to my level by the time they left the MTC. I am so grateful I took Italian at BYU, because I would have had a harder time just jumping into the language. I have progressed a lot since then, though. It's funny though, because when I switch from Italian to English, it is hard for me to get back to an English accent.
I love being here on a mission. I know that I am supposed to be here, and it is completely awesome so far!
Volere e` potere!
Love, Sorella Worsham
