MTC, the only place you study for 11.5 hours on no sleep and LOVE IT.

Hey guys, thanks for all the emails. I'm joking. I didn't get any, but don't worry, it doesn't even matter because I'm way happy here!

 MTC is fun. Okay so it is a lot of hard work, and scary, but everyone is crazy friendly and the teachers are great and it's so much fun. I think I mentioned that.

First day was a tad terrifying, we got our companions, went to class for a while to meet our teachers, and then went to a workshop thing where we taught "investigators" as a group of 50 missionaries. It was crazy and unorganized and we were all trying to say different things and help in different ways, but it was a great way to sort of shove us into the work already. I can't believe how fast we are going into already teaching people! (of course, they are hypothetical, but it's best to think of them very realistically and really care and love the character. It's really scary because you totally get into the moment and can't help but think, "I've been here three days! What if I mess up? He'll never get baptized!" Oh hey Sister Preszler, It's cool, he's been baptized, goes to BYU, and his eternal salvation is NOT in your hands.)

The food here is alright, I filled out this sheet of when I want a Gluten Free breakfast, lunch, or dinner, which doesn't make any sense why I wouldn't want one, because what would I eat? Then when we eat I walk into the back and pick it up out of the warming cabinet, (by MYSELF, danger) and sit down with my district. It's just a plate with wrap over it and usually it's alright, but every once in a while it's sort of awful and my missionaries pity me. Like yesterday, when I had a hamburger without a bun because they ran out, some really dry green beans, and oily french fries. But on the bright side, I doubt I will gain weight! Plus, they have Gluten Free cookies that are golden. Especially because we eat like an "old folks" home at 7:00, 11:00, and 4:30 (yes, we eat dinner at 4:30) so when it's time to go to bed I feel like I could eat Sister Bringhurst's arm - the cookies come in handy. But thank you Mom for suggesting I bring those protein bars. But. Really.  

 Anyway, much too much about the food, but I have to go now, 3:20 minutes left...  I had a bit of a coughing fit midway through my internet time, almost died and had to go to the bathroom. Which pretty much is a way of saying that I'm sorry this email is REALLY short and it's not entirely my fault.

Gotta go! It's about to kick me off!

LOVE YOU ALL!

Sister Preszler 

P.S. Ya'll should DearElder.com me, because we get to read them even when it isn't our p-day, but also it feels a little bit like "mean girls" when they hand out the letters before class, "4 for you Sister Dawson! You go Sister Dawson!"

P.P.S. You could also just send letters.