No one was really happy to be there
Well, Wednesday was Zone Training and a Zone Activity to boot. For the activity we played kick ball, ultimate, and capture the flag. While playing kickball I was up to kick, and I knicked it right to the first base. It was an easy roller right to the first baseman so I knew I was out. I ran anyway and as the first baseman tagged me I tried to jump over him, as my right leg hit the bag my weight was put on my knee and my knee went backwards. And then it sprang back and I hit the ground. I hyperextended my knee pretty good there. It hurt pretty decently at first but I just walked it off and ran it off. I took it like a man, didn't complain just kept it moving so it would hurt as bad later. I was shipped off to Altoona and hung out with Elder Richens that evening. I went to their bash on missionaries hour, or as they call it Correlation. I recognize I shouldn't say negative things about areas so I'll just stop there. But positive attitudes can go a long way. The next morning my knee was stiffer than a dead raccoon laying on the side of the road. It was swollen quite a bit and it refused to bend all the way. But the show must go on, and at service Elder Calaway and I cut at least 50 steaks a piece. The less fortunate of State College ate like glutinous kings that night! Elder Curtis finagled with my knee that night and in the morning it was much smaller and can move more than ever! And by the end of the week I don't have any pain.
As you can plainly see, the right knee is larger than the left.
Friday was our best day of the week for sure. Curtis and I didn't have too much planned besides try to talk to people. Before we went to Penn State we talked with 3 people about the Book of Mormon. One was a college girl who probably didn't like religion, next was a very nice lady but was married into Catholicism, and the third was a lady who is a Quaker. So I got to learn about that sect for a while. All three ladies were really kind to us, go figure. At PSU, Curtis and I were the first ones there and the atmosphere was much more chill and inviting then when 8 of us are there. Cool things happened. A guy named Jeff with a nice Nikon chatted with us for a while, he had a lot of questions about being a missionary. I asked him to take pictures of Curtis and I on his sweet contraption and he did. Don't have the pictures to prove it yet though. The next two experiences I do have pictures to prove, one was because a student asked us if she could take a selfie with us. Even without a reason we said yes, but it turns out she has a friend on a mission and she always take pics with missionaries when she sees them. She's also been to Stake Dances and loved them. I don't know how you can go to Stake Dances and enjoy them with out being ridiculously Mormon. The next guy stopped us and said you're Mormon Missionaries?? Yep. Peter is his name and he lived with a host family who has two missionaries out on a mission too. He's been to Temple Square and BYU, he asked us where our church is and all that. We exchanged numbers as a precaution, which was smart because he didn't go to church -yet.
With it being Blue and White game weekend the town was alive as ever. There was a bunch of fundraisers and booths along the Main Street. One was a bank that had a guy on a microphone telling people to win a free prize on their wheel. When he saw us he said, even Mormon Missionaries can spin the prize wheel! It was one of those few moments when you feel like the super hero everyone knows you are in Utah. Oh and let's not forget another time that day where people stopped us, two girls stopped us four on the bustling College Ave and asked about us. They both graduated PSU last year and she never knew Mormons were here. She's from Las Vegas so she went to high school wth a whole slew of us.
Service Saturday was as good as ever. We started to dig a trench with Emile and Nathan, after 5 1/2 hours of digging we weren't even close to being done. My hands were wrecked, they're tenderer than a sirloin. Then there's the sun burns, they though of sun screen didn't even cross my mind. I'm a man, what could the measly sun ever do to me? Well a decent amount it turns out. My arms got a pretty cute, red farmers tan, and the back of my neck got roasted like when Justin Bieber got dropped twenty feet in the air. (YouTube it) The worst part is I wear a collar everyday of my life so I constantly have my tenderized neck rubbed by sandpaper like cottons every time I move my neck. By the way, for all those people out there who don't have necks, it's a lot of rubbing. When I drive I have to move my whole body to look both ways, or just do the preferred option: gun it and hope no ones coming. Either way I have the best posture in town now so I don't get leprosy back there. Sunday was a nice time. Church was pleasant, no Hilemans boot. I enjoyed being with my friends who are all males under 18. We had a fun dinner at the Stimpsons. And afterwards we waited for a ward member to inspect out apartment. Actually it was a pretty boring day. Another week in paradise.
-Super Simmons
I needed shade so a solution was made
Altoona Curve Stadium!
Hanging with the original gangsters of Hollidaysburg
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