Sketchbook: Green as the mountains around us

It’s not unusual for seasoned missionaries to punk the new ones. I’m pretty certain that sometimes the tables get turned. I know my greenie tried to pull a few on me!
 

Making adjustments

I'm sure that I am not the only missionary who had a little trouble adjusting to the cuisine in the mission field. 
 

You got the beat

There was a missionary I knew who did marching band in high school. Not only was a drum major, he also played the quads. He would drum on anything, all the time. In the MTC they taped him and his companion while they were teaching, and he saw just how much he was drumming and how distracting it was in the lesson. 

To his credit, he learned to control his drumming and became a focused and effective missionary. And he is still an awesome musician!
 

Isn't that every day?

We had five kids — all boys — so we spent a lot of time, surprisingly, with callings in Primary, youth Sunday School and Young Men. I guess you do what you know.
 

As one

I served in Busan, South Korea. My brother served in Seoul. Our missionary service overlapped by a couple of months. About six months after my brother went home, our missionaries went up to a conference in Seoul. There were so many members from Seoul who were convinced that I was my brother! They thought I was lying when I said I was from Busan rather than Seoul.

But for some reason, they never mistook me for Korean. Hmm.
 

Sketchbook: Words get in the way

This is the first and only time you will find the words “skibidi toilet” on this site. The way to eliminate use of popular slang is to have the older generations use it. This is my hope.

No cap.

 

The sealed portion

Let's face it. In middle school, everyone was a dork. We should never speak of it again.