4th E-mail

Happy P-Day!
So much happens here, I spend all week thinking about what i want to tell you about, and then when P-day comes, I can't remember any of it.
As for what make me sick, the doctor said it's most often picked up from another antibiotic, so I probably got it from one of the other medicines I was taking this summer. I took the last pill on Monday, and I am so happy to FINALLY get that awful half-rootbeer-half-metal funky taste out of my mouth! I'm sure it doesn't surprise you that as soon as I was over that, I picked up a cold. I've been sniffling and sneezing all week, but I can tell I've been coming out of it since Monday. Now everyone else in my class is starting... Oops.
I haven't seen Nick for about a week, but I will keep an eye out for him, and I'll try to remember to get his MTC address for you. Jeremiah left about at about 5 this morning. I saw him last on Monday. My companion and I somehow got turned around and ended up in the farewell fireside for all the missionaries who were leaving this week, and I found him sitting in the row behind me, so it turned out to be a mistake I was happy to make.
So how are the new glasses? Are they the same style of are you changing it up?
Thanks for keeping me posted on my bank account.
I'm pretty sure the two things I have laughed the hardest over in the last two weeks were the stories you've sent about Keira. And my companion loves them too. Make sure you keep sending those little gems in your letters. They totally make my day!
And thank you so much for the package! The dried fruits and toblerones are pretty much the best things i could hope for in a package. I am happy to share all but the toblerones with my companion and roommates. ;) And you can can let Keira know that her drawing is sitting proudly on display on my desk.
For future packages, I wouldn't mind having a little of my jewelry sent. I didn't realize how much I was going to miss it. Also, I'd really love to have some pictures. It was a big mistake not to bring any with me.
Poor Jennie. Let her know that she is in my prayers please. I didn't have time to write a letter for Paw-Paw last week, but I am writing one today.
Yes I have some VERY interesting Elders in my district. We spend all day every day together, so it's becoming hard to imagine what it would be like not to have them around. They're super funny, and they're really solid, spiritual young men. Since a lot of them are fresh out of high school, some of them are just starting to figure out that we have answers in the scriptures to the deep doctrine questions, and I really enjoy helping them figure out where to look for those things since I've taken so many religion classes. They're going to do amazing things in the field. As for the water incident, no, I haven't forgotten what doing dishes is like. The kitchen staff actually asked the Elders to wash the glasses themselves, which they were happy to do.
My MTC departure date is on September 27. That's pretty much set in stone. I really am going to need these next 6 weeks. The language has been the biggest hurdle by far. Last week's English Fast kind of fell through. It was a lot harder than anyone expected, and the district agreed to cut it short by early afternoon because our brains were completely fried. (It didn't help that our teacher's on vacation, and that was her last day to try to cram EVERYTHING we should've learned in this 2-week period into one day. I don't think I approve of our teachers having real lives outside the MTC so much.) Anyway, since then (Thursday), I was feeling really stressed about the language and a little afraid to try with it. But Monday, we had an activity where we had to hold an all-Swedish conversation for a full 10 minutes with a native speaker. Once I HAD to do it, I was surprised by how much I knew. I didn't know I COULD come up with 10 minutes worth of Swedish until they made me do it. So now I'm feeling a lot better, and my confidence in using it is growing again.
I'm going to get booted from the computer in about 60 seconds, so I have to wrap it up now.
I love you very much, and I want you to know I do pray for you.

~Sister Hillary Kiser

P.S. could you save all of my letters in a box or something so I'll have them all when I get home?