Dear Family,

First off, thank you for writing me. I know that you're really busy Dad, and it means a lot that you'd take time out to write me a quick message just to remind me that you love me. (And to give me very excellent encouragement and advice.)
Thank you for answering all of my questions! I just so enjoy asking them! (And being answered)
As for my district. I find that I quite enjoy it. They are all wonderful people. One of the sisters in my district reminds me quite a bit of Keana. :D She is very much an opinionated person.
Alrighty... so the report for this week.
Is actually pretty short.
I loved P-Day last week. We went to the temple, we had choir, and a devotional. It was wonderful! AND THEN... when it was time to leave the devotional (we were in the Marriot Center) it was POURING! It was a blast rushing home in the rain! (Thankfully none of the sisters in my district were wearing white). Rain is so absolutely wonderful! There was another storm last night and we all enjoyed listening to the rain beat on the windows.
The week really sped by, for the most part. I admit that Friday was a very very long day for me.
To explain. My companion got sick. She had a pretty high fever, so after getting her antibiotics we were in the room ALL day. And she was sleeping so I had to be super super super quiet. I read all of Proverbs, all of the white handbook, prepared a lesson, read through Preach My Gospel, and then went through some of it in Swedish, did over 1000 crunches, broke my mirror, fixed it, and then broke it again... then fixed it again... (I promise the breakage was completely on accident!) Then I wrote three poems (Which I will include, I'm actually pleased with one of them, the other two were just fun to write)
I thought I was going to go mad. But I did get a lot of studying done! Which is a good thing, that is one of the reasons of being at the MTC!
The worst thing though, we went to the doctor during breakfast... so I didn't have breakfast, and then my companion was asleep during lunch, and I didn't want to wake her up, she was sick, and sleep is the best medicine... And then she was asleep during dinner. So I didn't eat at all on Friday... It was, I will admit, not fun.
Me and my companion now have two investigators we are trying to teach. That should be interesting, the new investigator is a pre-med student... During the first lesson he talked a bit about Chemistry and Physics and what not, and how it just COULDN'T have just Happened. So we talked about God and his role as the Creator, and how it all didn't just Happen.
Oh... Some advice for Dallin. Get out of the house, go and run, You'll be inside lots and lots while at the MTC. About ten hours a day. SO... enjoy the beautiful sunshine!
The Swedish is coming along... but... Well, yes... it's interesting. I'm sure actually living in Sweden will help me really learn, not that I'm not putting in the effort now! But the classroom is not the same thing as real life. (Well, it's still real life, but I think you know what I mean... I hope)
I wanted to share my poems with you... I really enjoyed writing them...
The first one is about attitude

The cup is half empty
That rose has a thorn
Those clouds look like rain
And my brain's feeling worn
I can't sleep at all
My feet might fall off
I'm tired of it all
I just wish it'd all stop!

I love drinking chocolate
I found a red rose
I'll sing in the rain
With a brain that's packed full
I hear the night sing
My feet are quite strong
My problems are gone
When I look at it right!

Second poem (Also my second favorite, guess my favorite line!)

When the world's looking gray and bland
Paint your life in a bright shade of pink
The rest of the world may be boring
But you've got your own stash of ink
Don't conform to the drab and the dull
Rather let your light shine through the dust
Cause dreary is only one option
Being gray is never a must!

(if you guess 'but you've got your own stash of ink' then you'd be right! That's my favorite line of that poem!"

Third and final poem, and the one I think I like best...

I am who I am, I was who I was
But I'm not quite sure what I will be
The Past is in place, but the Future's new space
So the Present can start on it's way
I won't let tomorrow be fixed in the past
I can start on a new path today
And tomorrow I'll find that I am who I am
But not who I was today.

What do you think? Are they all right?
I have a sort of doctrinal question.
People keep saying "Yeah, this missionary, they had a really bad start to their mission" (As in things kept going wrong, not as in they were slacking) "that must mean the Devil is really trying to stop them, that must mean that they are meant for great things on this mission." And... well, I was thinking... Don't bad things sometimes just happen? Does a boatload of misfortune have anything to do with future success? I don't know. Just wondering.

"For they that be with us, are more than they that be with them!" 2nd Kings 6:16 (That's a rough quote, I don't have my scriptures and I think it starts a little different)
The lord can be with us!
Um,
I think that's everything!
Although, can you possibly figure out if you can get me my driving record somehow!
With all my love,
Sister Kjanela Fawcett!
"There are no rules of Architecture for a castle in the clouds!"
"Flying is simple-Just throw yourself at the ground and miss!"