I forgot again. I'm sorry. If you want to burn me at the stake, go for it. You'll never catch me if you tried. #toofast. Yesterday was Charles' farewell. He is headed to Knoxville, Tennessee. It was nice to talk to him before he left. Apparently I was the only one of his friends who came because they are all on missions already. They played the pirate hymn as his final hymn. The lard will be on his syde for sure. He talked about how he wasn't going to serve a mission at all, and then his patriarchal blessing said sike you're gonna do that. It was pretty empowering to hear his perspective and how he changed. Charles struggled for a very long time to get his mission call in the first place, and his determination just to make through all of these hoops before he could serve was really cool. Compared to him, I have relatively little work that I have to do to get a mission call. Very cool, that Charles guy.
I make terrible decisions. I really need to stop complicating my life. Enough said.
After Charles' farewell, I dropped of my medical papers at the doctor's office and they checked my arm for any tuberculosis. Negative. Then I headed to a meeting with Bishop Wade about my mission papers. He pretty much said nice, let me know if you need help. Then I went home and taught Violet basic piano. I also helped her work on figure matrices for her A.L.L. (Advanced Lindon Losers, according to Hazel, who is in the program) test in a couple of weeks. That girl cannot sit still. The hardest part of the test for her will be sitting in the chair for long enough to complete the test. Then I worked on Differential Equations; my mother made her "Smart at Math, Stupid at Love" joke again. She is mean to me. I should have said "Stupid at Marriage, Smart at Law", but I didn't because I am considerate of her feelings. If she says it again I will consider it. She was texting a man yesterday. Austin Adams? Something Adams. That's all I know. You better get it, mom.
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