"Have I ever told you that I know, like everyone?"

Thanks Mom, Heather, and Dani for the letters! And all of you for the emails. Savannah sent me a letter via dearelder.com (THANK YOU!), which reminded me that I totally hadn't told you about that (or have I? I can never remember these things. I know it's crossed my mind). Anyway, You go to the website (dearelder.com) and you can send me a letter that will be put in my mailbox. All the benefits of email, except I have more than a half-hour to think about them. :) I'm sorry I probably won't be able to respond separately to all your emails. At least not this week. DearElder does cost to send to South America, but you still can. It's probably better than snail mail (not that you should ever use that as an excuse not to write me real letters). Anyway, I'm definitely sending off responses to Dani and Heather today, so be ready. :)

So, as the subject line indicates, I have met about 50 billion people that I know here. And when I say 50 billion, I really mean, like, a dozen. But really. I TOTALLY forgot to tell you the Very Important News: Hermana Marybeth Tew and Sister Katelyn Sneed were both here with me! My beloved roommates! Hna. Tew has left for the Guatamala MTC, and Sister Sneed is in Indiana (!!!!!), but it was awesome running into them while they were here!
I also met:
a couple girls from my freshman ward, Sisters Stevensen (-son?) and Fors
my coworker, Jorge Jimenez, who tutors here
a guy from my calc class, Joe Patten, who is the tutor for my zone (what?)
a guy from my summer ward last year, Porter Hunt, who teaches here
a girl I was in choir with, who totally didn't recognize me
Rachelle's friend, Eric Wells, who is a teacher here
Anthony what's-his-face (no offense) from Columbus that I met, like, once.
people I know that I've forgotten I've met
other random individuals I recognize from the dorms and classes. I'm tellin you: BYU and missions make a worldwide church a pretty small thing indeed. It's kinda freaky. Not gonna lie.

Things have been easier this week. I don't feel like I'm in quite so much of a perpetual daze. :) Our little (or maybe big...) companionship does a lot of inventories. I'm finding out all of these things about myself, well, most of them are things I already knew about myself that I needed to work on, but now I'm like, "BOY, do I need to work on that." It's pretty humbling, let me tell you. It's good though. :)

Our teachers are fantastic. Well, at least one of them. :) Hno. Pitcher has been teaching us, and Hno. Crawley has been posing as our investigator Rafael (we've taught him four lessons). We found out he was our other teacher yesterday. Yeah. I mean, he totally has an RM aura, so I wasn't super surprised, but yeah. So he knows how truly awful my Spanish is. And my Spanish teaching. Ugh. :) He's teaching us tonight, though. I'm sure we'll learn a lot. I really love learning here. classes are so engaging, even when I'm exhausted, I can't fall asleep. Even when I kinda want to. It's great. And the 8 fundamentals are even better than the Spanish. PMG keeps me sane. :)

Anyway, gotta go! the Gospel is fantastic and the path to happiness. Never forget that. I love you very very very very much! x50 billion!

Love love love,
Hna. Jackson