Monday, February 20

FHE con el Mormones

I'm such a jokester in class and I love it! I wasn't usually the jokester in class growing up (except for that one Spanish class senior year). Today, during a break when everyone left the room, I erased one word of an example on the board and replaced it with "walrus". No one noticed until Beth read the example outloud and the teacher had a confused look on her face. I thought it was really, really funny.

My mother is so funny! She commented on my blog today! I love seeing my mother use technology because she thinks she can't do it but she can! Like the computer or cell pyhone. I never would have thought that my mother would ever comment on my blog. She's awesome.

Mamá finally came home from Cancun today. She was visiting her daughter for her birthday. She graciously brought back two Cancun magnets: one for me and one for Austin. She reminds me a lot of Grandma Nix: she's so nice, treats us well, and likes talking to us.

While she was gone, I noticed that she recieved a letter with some old stamps on them. Today, I asked her if I could have them and she said sure! One of the stamps is a really old United Nations stamp.

Sara Bridge and I went to the orphanage today. I'm making it a seperate post because it's so long.

After the orphanage, Sara came back to my house because she wanted to go to Family Home Evening at professor Mayer's house (which is 2 doors down). One the drive home, she invited me to come and I told her I thought it would be fun. She was in charge of the lesson, but didn't have an idea of what to do it on. I suggested an idea, and she said, "Why don't you just help me teach it?" The former Mormon in me was honored and said yes.

We taught a lesson about giving of yourself. I said that most people can easily conjugate the spanish verb querer but have a more difficult time conjugating dar.

My biggest goal in going to FHE was to show that a gay guy like me can be spiritual and a good example. FHE was a lot of fun and I probably surprised a few Mormons.

When I came home, I told Austin about my day. After I finished, he told me that I sounded really gay in describing my time at the orphanage. I told him that anytime I'm excited about something, I do flame up. He laughed.

1 Comments:

At 3/13/2006 11:11 PM, Blogger meg said...

oh, please. you know i have to say this. I mean, you did just totally open yourself up to it: As I've always said, "You can take the boy out of Mormon, but you can't take the Mormon out of the boy."

And, you don't need to be excited about something to be flaming. I should know, I've been there. Many, many times.

 

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