MTC week #1

I definitely wrote a letter home... just not on my first day. Being in the MTC for a week didn't cure me of procrastination. surprise. So thus far purgatory's no big. Like it's tons of scheduling and you've constantly got something to do, but that makes the time go by way fast. So I guess if you were lazy and didn't plan/do anything each day in here would feel like an eternity. But fortunately for me I have Elder Dickerson to keep me from ever doing anything not specifically sanctioned in the missionary handbook.As for the rest of my district--Hunt's a big Samoan from Australia, born in New Zealand and called from Samoa. He's way funny. I knew I'd have a big polynesian friend. I traded him my trashy hat for a lavalava and we'll probably keep writing all through our missions. He's going to oakland. So I'll miss him. but for now he's the best.He taught me this hilarious game called pukana that i've gotta teach you. super fun. Anyways Dickerson thinks he's a terrible, slacker missionary and that, if i make friends with him, I'll surely waste all my mission and cause all the people of Peru to perish in ignorance....ha.Also there's Elder Jones. He's sick. He's a falconer from Missouri. Falconer meaning he caught a hawk (the biggest red tailed hawk in missouri's history) and trained it and hunts with it and stuff like that. He showed me a video of it diving from like several thousand feet and drilling this pheasant out of the sky. So. Sick. Everybody else in the districts pretty chill and almost all the guys in our zone are dope.  For the record, Emails fine for like you and family but Dearelders way more convenient for everyone else so I don't waste computer time reading them.  Some pictures would be nice. lots of them. so find some good ones. get my friends to send me some too.
Wellp, love you guys.
later.