They call it YSA. Young Single Adults Conference. They put you in a hotel abanded from you family (if your like me you did not have a charger and was really stranded). They build you up and get you all excited for fun and games and mingling. They wake you up at the crack of dawn to tell you the your washing every single wall in the whole dome. And ask "who wants to volunteer to wash the windows?" My travel buddy raises my hand and volunteers me. Three hours later your done and get to go to lunch. Yes! Food! Then Sean Covey spoke to us and it was motivating! Thats when we did get to go to a concert and attend the dance! Thats where I met him. Tall, red fro, and glasses. Napoleans Twin. He introduced himself and we danced. As was well until I felt this kind of precipitation and unwanted wetness. Oh yes...he had offically spit on my face. "O my nasty" is what I instantly thought! Thats when it hit me...movies about singles wards are real! That don't make that stuff up! And I am only 2 sundays into it!
Towel Dried Faced, Shower and Cleansed, this girl is in for an eye opener... or eye wet one.
HAHA but really the ward is great! haaha...and I love institute!
