Yo homies.  I exist in the world.  Except not really in the world.  I occasionally see the sun or mountains and remember that I'm in Utah.  I love the MTC.  Every day seems like a week.  I fell like I've been out for a month.  Okay, so firsties, my companion was a no show for the first day so I went in a trio with two other sisters serving in Temple Square.  They are way cool.  One of them is from California and went to BYU-Idaho so we have a lot in common and the other one is super sarcastic from Montana.  I met my companion the next day.  We get along so well.  I feel like she's another version of me.  Her Dad's in the military so she's lived all over and recently came from Germany.  Her Dad's from New Mexico and her Mom's from Tahiti so we sometimes speak secret French to each other when we don't want everyone to listen, kind of like I do with Jasmine.  The Elders in my district are uber presh.  On Monday, Elder Jones in our distdrict had to go home.  He asked for a preisthood blessing right before he left so his companion who had never given one was able to do that.  They were all crying and it was sad but cool to see how much every Elder has grown up already.  We met our mission President on Moday since he's being trained here this week.  He seems like a friendly fella and his wife seems like a nice mom who's taller when she's sits down... There's about 20ish Sisters here who are headed to Temple Square.  We training to be normal missionaries the first three weeks then we go get trained with all of the visitor centre sisters in Salt Lake but we come back to the MTC every night, I think.  We pretty tight with Emily Turner from BC and her companion Sister Wong from Hawaii.  I refer to them as Miss Canada and Miss Hawaii because they're so perfect and they both answered a question in class on the mic and I swear they wished for world peace after they spoke.  The 4 sisters (inclusing me) in my district seem to be a lot less refined so we make fun of ourselves and how we're going to fit in at temple square.  Elder Russell M. Nelson came and spoke at the devotional yesterday.  I sang in the choir because I wanted to be famous.  I even scored and got to be in the front row while we sang.  The hardest thing was to not look at the screen above to see how famous I was getting.  I'm doing well with the schedule and waking up in the morning and such.  They offer fitness classes at six in the morning for the sisters so I've been hitting those up a lot.  We get gym time five times a week so that keeps me sane.  I was so restless the other day after class that I made my companion walk around with me and do stairs while we planned instead of sitting like normal humans.  In gym time, girls can only guard girls if they play basketball so after playing against one brutal sister, I found some scary girls to play against.  I'm learning a ton every day about how to be a better teacher.  I think sister Elliott (my companion) and I teach really well together.  Oh ya, so every Sunday everyone in our branch needs to have a 3-5 min talk ready in case we get called on.  So of course we had a week to do it and of course I didn't.  And of course he said my name to speak first.  He didn't even give us time to prepare during the sacrament because he said our names after.  But turns out it went well I think.  I talked about baptism because that's what our topic was.  I mostly talked about how I had an issue with being able to challenge an investigator to be baptized on the first appointment.  It's hard but I understand how to do it better now so that it's not so crazy and I realized the benefit of it.  Well, I'm out of time, kids.  My PDay is Wednesday in the MTC so that's when I'll be emailing.  Feel free to send me a nice message through dearelder.com because I'll be able to read those letters the same day you send it. 

Love you all, I guess.  PEACE.

-Sister Kyle