Wednesday, November 30, 2011

la terza letter whitniana



Hi hi! (Ciao ciao!)

Man, e-mail time stresses me out...26 minutes and counting.

So today has been a great day. Last week we couldn't go to the temple because they closed at noon for Thanksgiving and no one told us. I was so enraged*...
Sono furiosa! But we went this morning with two of the other Sorelle, Clark and Forbes, and it was a dream.

It was nice to feel like I had no worries at all, especially because yesterday was probably my hardest day yet. After we taught a new "investigator," played by our teacher, I was just frustrated and stressed because it's only been two weeks, and I felt like too much was being asked of me, being able to both speak Italian and teach a lesson, tailored to the needs of the person we were with. But it didn't last for long.

And I slept great last night which always helps.

Thanksgiving was pretty nice. In the morning we had [Apostle] Russell M. Nelson come speak to us about Thanksgiving and giving thanks, and it was pretty cool. He is wicked smart. We then had Thanksgiving dinner, which could have been worse...at least they had cranberry sauce.

In the afternoon we did a service project, making boxes of medical supplies to ship off to Sudan. Our branch was in charge making the actual boxes, and we got done super early. So they had us singing Christmas songs and what not, and I was in charge of conducting and picking songs. It is amazing what happens when we fill a room with 19 year-old dudes (whom I'm sure I should call Elders.) People were yelling what they'd want to sing and I'd pick a song and we'd song, easy peasy.

Then I picked
Lead Kindly Light and these dudes/babies were like "No! Not that song!" and going off and stuff. So I just yelled across the room, "Deal with it, I like this song, we're singing it, get over yourselves."

I guess the teacher voice is genetic, Mom. It was cute at the end then because all the Brazilian Elders in our branch came up and said "Uh, thanks, you did a great job, sorry about those guys, I mean, yeah..." I said "No big deal, I couldn't care less what they think or say, but thanks."

Sorella Bunker and I have been translating our favorite lines into Italian and saying them all week.
Sono furiosa.

That night we watched "Seventeen Miracles," a pretty cheesy church movie, but still pretty funny. I also had a nice little chat with one of my
companieras (roommate) after about faith, because there's this part in the movie where they're starving and they find a shepherds pie, and I said, "I don't have that kind of faith. To make food appear? No way."

And she said, "I think you do it's just different." And we kind of talked about how I'm never going to be in that situation where I need food to keep from starving, but there are other just as miraculous things that I will, or any person will need, that make since in our life that we can have the faith to make happen.

Our first investigator became our second teacher and the end of last week, and he's pretty great. I feel like I really am improving on my teaching, even if I expect more from myself. I need to remember that there's a learning curve in everything.

Our district is still super fun. The companionships are Anziani Hess and Iaccovelli, Walsh and E****, Misrahi and Briscoe. Hess and Iaccovelli are the ones that sit right by us and are maybe my faves. They try so so so hard and make the funniest mistakes.

Walsh is from Manchester and is our Zone Leader, and his comp[anion] E**** is the one that I have the hardest time with. I've been trying extra hard the past few days to be patient and charitable, when all I really want to do is tell him to stop being a d-bag all the time. But then he has his moments and I remember that all the Elders, even him, are just as called to be here as I am.

The last two are really great too. They're both 20 and it's pretty clear at least in Elder Briscoe's case that he's lived on his own and thinks for himself, even if I think it's crazy he's going to try and stay a vegan in Italy.

Which reminds me...they have soy milk and stuff like that for peeps with dietary problems, and you're not supposed to use it unless you need it. But the milk here tastes like shiz, especially after our own Sassy Cow, so when I grab a sack breakfast some mornings, I grab the vanilla soy milk instead. Today when I was writing letters in the laundry room and eating my food, this Sister said "That's so sad you're lactose intolerant and going to Italy!" I said, "Uh, gooo...I'm not, I just hate the milk here." Ha.

I think the biggest thing I'm working on learning right now is what it means to do all I can do, and how to rely on the Lord to do the rest, because it's pretty clear I can't do it on my own.

I was making a list of things you could send for Christmas in my journal, but said journal is resting in my room right now. I think it went something like this:
  1. Kiss My Face chapstick
  2. Nail Polish
  3. Hand Towel
  4. Alice

I can't remember anything else. Did you send my fleece with Carolyn? I'm getting excited to put it on my body again.

Man, so much has happened in the last week I don't even know what else too say! I've been passing on my fav jokes, like fake barfing and
sono furiosa, to which Hess and Iaccolvelli have taken a liking. I also like to say Che uomo! ["Oh, man..."] at random times. I said it once in class, and Fratello Pfieffer said, "No, che anziano..."

I still love studying Italian, even if it stresses me out sometimes. I've gotten a ton better at praying in Italian, which is sort of really cool to me. When I was taking classes at BYU I never really got past the lines the teacher taught us.

Oh one more story...we taught in the Teaching Resource Center** for the first time this week. Two twenty-minute lessons with people we knew nothing about. Our first lady was freaking awesome. She was from Milano, was super nice and had the cutest little three year-old girl who instantly became my BFF.

She would bring over her animal toys and she told me her fav animal was the
leone and I asked if she'd seen The Lion King. I asked her who she wanted to say the opening prayer and she pointed to me. And then when we were reading part of the Joseph Smith story I said, "It's not quite like The Lion King" and her mom said, "Because this one is true."

Her mom was just so happy that we included her daughter so much and said, "Spot on Sisters, spot on." I think for sure I'm going to need to utilize my love of people to develop positive relationships. Now if I could just learn how to do that when my teacher is pretending to me a 60 year-old man who lives with his mother.


XOXOXOXOXO,

Sorella Bush

P.S. We decided
Sorella is the best name to have. When people call me Sister, I say, "Oh no, not me. Is my Grandma Sandi somewhere? But sorella is the prettiest. Muah!

*Whitney has used the "I am enraged" quote for everything since a long time ago. She loved the movie Thor because Thor becomes enraged and tips over a table while making a great growling/shrieking sound. She usually is not enraged.

**The TRC is where missionaries go to teach pretend investigators. Practice makes perfect.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

la seconda epistola whitniana

Note from the amanuensis: A glossary will be provided at the end of this post.

Famiglia! Come state?1

I can't really believe I've only been here a week. It was maybe the longest week of my life, but it's been great. Everyone kept telling me how hard the first three days were going to be, but my collega2 and I were both fine, maybe a little confused but just happy to be here when we know it's the right thing at the right time.

When I can't fall asleep at night I draft e-mails to you guys, but now I'm worried I won't remember everything. Let's start with my companion. She's great. Her name is Whitney too and she's from Orem studying nursing at the BYU. But she'd super chill. When we run a couple miles everyday we sometimes talk about il vangelo3, but usually we talk about how funny Tina Fey is.

Our room has four Hermanas4 in it, all Spanish speaking (going state-side) that have been here for 5 or 6 weeks I think. Our district is great; it's just the two of us and 6 teeny baby Elders, but I love them. They're super-funny and some of them are trying so hard it's kind of the cutest thing evs. But I love studying Italian again. Sorella5 Bunker was auditing 101 this past semester so she knows enough that we can communicate and practice but I'll probs be a big help to her once we get to subjunctive and shiz like that.

Our teacher started speaking only in Italian on Day One and on Friday we started working with out first "investigator," which is/was kind of stressful because remember how I can't actually speak Italian yet? But we can at least answer his questions usually, because we understand them, unlike the Anziani6, or anzianini7 as we call them, even if it doesn't make too much sense.

Our district and one other Italian district came in last Wednesday, which has 4 Sisters and 2 Elders, and then there were 4 Elders here already. And that's all the Italians there are. It's a pretty great group, and everyone is going to Milano except for 3 of the Sisters in the other district.

One of the Elders that has been here 4 or 5 weeks is from Albania and didn't speak any English when he got here so he's been learning English and Italian and he is maybe the funniest person -- Anziano Mustafaraj. The other night he tought Sorella Bunker ed io8 their national anthem, because their independence day is the 28th, and when we sang it he whipped out this little Albanian flag.

Last night Bunker and I sang with the choir, Come Thou Fount [of Every Blessing], for the devotional where [Apostle] D. Todd Christofferson spoke. It was pretty much incredible. We were singing prelude hymns when he came in so everyone was standing as we sang I Know That My Redeemer Lives and we were in the front row of the choir and being so close to him and looking at his face and feeling that he really is a special witness of Christ was just sort of incredible. When I get home I'll let you read my notes from his talk because pretty much everything he said was great.

The biggest surprise I think has been how much time I spend in my freaky class room. I live on the 2nd floor of building 10M.

Italian is going great. I was reading something in English for the class and came to a word it took me like three tries to not say in Italian. Don't make fun of me Elisa. But more and more everyday I feel how this is exactly where I should be right now and that Italy is exactly where I should be serving. I didn't know it was possible, but I feel like my capacity to love has been growing. It really is amazing how I am called to be here and set apart and there is real power in that.

Ian, I think about you all the time. You will love it here and learn so much. The very first day out teacher talked about how anyone can learn a a language, especially when they are called to do so. I know the idea of being a missionary can be intimidating, I have moments where I can't believe the responsibilities I have been entrusted with, but then I have moments where I am so grateful that that's the case. I'll try and send you a letter with some of the things D. Todd said, because it was so powerful to be reminded that the Lord is here for us, especially when we are doing his work. Every hardship we will experience will be swallowed up in the joy we feel as we become close to him.

I love you all but I'm so glad I'm here. Maybe just send Alice. I have puppy withdrawals. But if you could send me some pics that would be great. I need to show Bunker that she is the cutest pup evs and I want to show her what you all look like.

The food tastes like shiz9, sorry mom, but it's true, and I'm pretty sure it's as bad for me as it can be. I spend a lot of time with the salad and soup bar. Did you finish Mockingjay? Did it break your heart over and over? Oh and I want pics of some of the Folk School creations. And Dear Elder is the best thing. I can only come on my e-mail for 30 min every Wednesday, but Dear Elder prints out what you send them and we get them like real mail at the end of the day, and then I can reread them whenever I want. So write me! I love to hear from you.

On Sunday the Gen[eral] Primary Prez[ident] told us that when you take care of the Lord's, He takes care of yours. So I'll do my best out here so you guys can rake in the blessings.

Devo fare some service ed andare in tempio allora10.

Well you know what they say...

Okay, recap: I love you all like whoa, think about you all the time, and love being here. I want to hear more about your lives. How cool is it that I get to study Italian and the Gospel insieme11.

Oh and Dad, my teacher served in Sicilia and when I told him you did he asked what cities and I had no idea. Maybe let me know sometime? He loves Sicily like a motherless.

xoxo,

Sorella Bush

1. Family! How are you all?
2. Colleague, but more like companion, i.e., the person that is your inseparable one.
3. The Gospel.
4. Sisters (Spanish) Convention is that Sisters capitalized is a title, lower case is a noun.
5. Sister
6. Elders. Also the same convention. Elder is a title, elder is an old man.
7. Diminuative - Little Tiny Elders.
8. And I
9. That's the way Whitney gets around swearing. Weird, I know.
10. I must go do some service and go to the temple, now then...
11. Together.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

la prima epistola

Whitney's first letter arrived yesterday. We immediately laminated it for posterity. Some quotes:

"My companion is pretty normal..."

"I don't know exactly what is going on, but that will go away soon."

"So far, I feel pretty calm. I'm excited for this chapter of my life where things are simple. I'm just focusing on the gospel and not worrying about anything else."

"I kind of love our little district. Us two, plus six Elders all going to Milano (and all teeny babies!)."

"My ghost toe rings are still kind of weird to me."

"Love you all, and there's already a serious lack of Alice fluff in my life."

Sounds like Whitney.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

greetings from p.b.

Hello. I'm Papa Bush.

I'm the amanuensis for La Sorella. She goes into the Missionary Training Center tomorrow morning. Hopefully the letters will start pouring in soon.

Con affetto,

P.B.

Friday, November 11, 2011

transition

Oh hey new blog, you're looking pretty shiny and crisp.

Since my days of roaming the internet without a care in the world are quickly coming to a close, at least for 18 months, it's time to prepare living is my job and my art for hibernation.

But have no fear! There will be no need to miss me! Well, miss me a little, like, enough to send me letters and read THIS blog, where the heads of clan bush will be posting my e-mails that I send home as a missionary.


In honor of Nigel Tufnel I received an e-mail today with the crucial information of my NEW ADDRESS. 


Here you go:


Sister Whitney Sara Bush
MTC Mailbox # 90
ITA-MIL 0125
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604-1793



Remember it, tattoo it on your body, and have it removed on January 24th when I fly to Italy.