Going to the MTC

I swear this week lasted for five years or more. My first group of girls was awful! Well, some of them. I had two schools and the one was great while the other needed some serious lessons in respecting others. They were all super sassy and would constantly back talk me. And then there was the girl that cried when she didn't get her way, which was almost constantly, or when someone talked to her, or anything else. I'm pretty sure she was always crying over something. She even ran away from campfire Monday night because she didn't get picked for the final three in our dance competition. Ugh! I hope I never have a student like her. Needless to say, by lunch on Monday I was desperately wishing it was 10am on Wednesday. Because then I could leave for the day.

Wednesday finally rolled around and since I didn't have to leave until ten I was pretty sure I'd have time to at least let my new group into the cabin and get a bed for all 51 of them. (Yep, 51. I wanted to cry when I saw that  number on the paper!) Go figure my school was the very last to arrive that morning. And they didn't even get there until 10:05. So I got on the bus, told them my name and then took off for the afternoon. I met up with Mom, Dad and Lacey in Provo. Aunt Sandra, Jess, and Brandi were there for a little bit too. (Ps. Thanks for the box, Aunt Sandra! It was like Christmas morning going through it today. :D) We walked around the Provo Temple for a bit, took some pictures (I wish Mom had said something about me being in some of them so that I could have actually gotten more ready that morning) and then walked across the street to the MTC.....just to take more pictures. I think we stood on that corner for like, half and hour.

Why can't there be people to take my luggage up to my cabin every Monday morning? That would be so awesome. Also, Rian looks a little worried in some of the pictures. But we got a letter from him today and he said everything is as it should be but that everyone else makes him feel old. The weird thing about that is, he's only a year older than all of them.

After he finally made it through the door, we went to take off for Park City to go to lunch. And then Mom found Rian's scriptures in the back seat. So Dad had to go back. Apparently it happens often, since Dad said the old man at the corner didn't seem surprised at all. Anyway, we finally made it to Park City and ate at Flippin' Burgers. It was pretty good. And I got to eat something not Mill Hollow-y in the middle of the week. It was fantastic! But then I had to go back. And as weird as it sounds, I did NOT want to go back to work. Don't get me wrong, I really do like it. But I think I'm to that point of the summer that I just want to be done. I am more than ready to move back to Logan and get going with this student teaching thing. I made it back up the mountain about 45 minutes earlier than planned. Which turned out to be a really good thing since it started pouring an hour after I got back. And when I say pour, I mean pour. I think we got two inches in like, twenty minutes. And if it wasn't that much, it at least seemed like it. 

Well, the last group of children for the summer comes this Monday-Wednesday. Which means only two more nights with children to wake me up saying there's a pillow fight in the back of my cabin. Okay, so that really has only happened once. That means I'll have a week and half at Mill Hollow with nights off. And then a week at home, and then it's back to school. Finally! I just wish it would come faster.