Final WEEK!! 10/16/12

So for quatre carre, 4 square in French, we all chose presidents or presidential candidates to represent ourselves. Elder Barr is Ron Paul, Elder Wilson is Mitt Romney, Elder Wallace is Barrack Obama, Elder Louis is Hermain Cain, Elder Calves (If you remember Elder Calves he is the one who told me he loved me when he was teaching me, he is a short dark haired frenchman, he is actually sitting across from me and I'm helping him translate a letter from French to English) he is Napoleon which is so funny and fits him so well, Elder Joly (Formerly known as the baker) is Nicholas Sarhcozy, and I am, of course, Abraham Lincoln. After a devastating put out by Ron Paul I began to gave my Gettysburg, or rather, my MTC address. It goes as follows:
"4-Square and seven weeks ago we can to this MTC looking to learn French. We found something else along the way, that thing being love. As I speak of love you may think of your copine (girlfriend in French) but I think of another I find my love in 4-squares, 4-squares that define a district a district of Englishmen trying ever so hard to be French, in vain of course. If I learned one thing, It's that a district cannot stand divided, the district must be one in their desires for 4-square. thank you, avec amour (with love) A dieu (to god)
As you can see I've been deprived of anything that involves the outside world. If any of my readers (they probably number around 6 or 7 including my family) want to just write me and give me all the info they would think I would ever need that would be fine. As I look back on my MTC address I realize that it is a wonderful thing to be put together with 8 people I had nothing in common with and slowly and surely you find them to be some of your new best friends. I'm sad as well as very excited to be leaving the MTC, the only thing that I know is that quatre carre (there is an accent on the e so it is pronounced car ay) will live with me forever!

The next story I have might have well been out greatest prank while at the MTC. So my mother decided to leave me a message at the front desk. The last time someone from our zone got a message from the front desk they got their mission changed. It was a haitian creole speaker who got transferred to boston. Of course it was just a message to get my suit dry cleaned, but we decided to have a little fun with our zone leaders, Elder Louis and Elder Wallace. We decided we would tell them I had troubles with my visa and had to be relocated to Washington DC for a couple of months till things got straightened out. This honestly worked better than I ever hoped it would. We all decided to put our sad faces on and pretend something was wrong and when they walked in the room you could cut the tension with a knife. The reason this was extremely bad was because we got our travel plans that day and everyone was just really excited because we were finally going to France. They came in with the highest of spirits knowing that we all were supposed to have our travel plans. When they came in it was like someone had just died. No one said a word or even looked up.
Elder Louis, being the caring Boston man from the hood he is, said, "Yo wa's da deal wit dat note?" (Try hard to do that in your best thug accent, if you don't know what a thug accent is open another tab and youtube it)
I swiftly and harshly replied, "Rien" ("Nothing" in French)
The zone leaders were taken aback. No the ever so jovial elder Oliverson is mad about something. This can't be.
I then began to storm out of the room.
After I was gone the soeurs told the story just as we plan and I understood it was with much conviction.
Wallace then said, "Keep him in your prayers."
Gym went by ever so sluggishly and I put my best, "my travel plans have been changed and I'm not going to France" face on. This went on till almost dinner. Let me tell you it started at lunch. Finally after TALL (TALL is our language study that hardly works, it told us that the napkin and briefcase were the same thing) Then the leaders pulled me in and began interrogating me. They asked me every awkward question you could ever think of. Honestly think of an awkward question and they asked me. It was so hard not to laugh and finally I said, "Can I show you guys something?" I began to show them my travel plans and they were so worked up I honestly haven't the words to explain it. The MTC doesn't focus too much on insults or ways to tell people they're a joker so they proceeded to call me things like a small dog and a large cow. I found that more comical than the fact that we punk'd them. It is now the ongoing joke in our district that I'm not going to France.

The MTC is something I wouldn't trade for the world but wouldn't want to experience again. For all the readers out there be sure to read next week, it will be funny I assure you.
Avec Amour
Elder Oliverson