My new call in Majuro was approved by all the levels needed to contact the school there in Delap. They accepted me and now I am waiting on the General Conference vote, which is taking so much time, I'm beginning to wonder if they have been raptured - wait, we don't believe in that. The principal of the school got in touch with Pastor A, and gave us a list of documents they need for bringing me into the country. The Marshall Islands are a US Trust Territory, so there's some kind of immigration process. I'm not entirely sure how everything pulls together yet.
I went for blood tests for HIV and (obviously) came back negative, and sent a photo to them. More exciting than any of this, I went shopping at Value Village and found skirts and blouses that fit the culture. Contrary to public opinion, missionaries don't have to be weird and dress in strange combinations of frumpy t-shirts, long jean skirts, tall white socks and black running shoes (Camp Meeting reference, yes). I don't plan to be a high fashion model while working there, but there's no reason that I can't dress with sense.
Unfortunately, the best piece of the news is also the worst. I have to have my wisdom teeth out - next week. I'm pouting just thinking about this. I have no problem with the people who work in dental clinics, but I grimace at the idea of dental work. There's just something about having gritty, minty goo and fingers in my mouth for an hour... ugh. I hate dentists.
I went for blood tests for HIV and (obviously) came back negative, and sent a photo to them. More exciting than any of this, I went shopping at Value Village and found skirts and blouses that fit the culture. Contrary to public opinion, missionaries don't have to be weird and dress in strange combinations of frumpy t-shirts, long jean skirts, tall white socks and black running shoes (Camp Meeting reference, yes). I don't plan to be a high fashion model while working there, but there's no reason that I can't dress with sense.
Unfortunately, the best piece of the news is also the worst. I have to have my wisdom teeth out - next week. I'm pouting just thinking about this. I have no problem with the people who work in dental clinics, but I grimace at the idea of dental work. There's just something about having gritty, minty goo and fingers in my mouth for an hour... ugh. I hate dentists.
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