Katie has been way busy and hasnt had much time to write. Her first companion was only for a day. Katie was able to take an advancement test for SPANISH and got to skip a class. Her district, companion(she is now in a three-some) and schedule changed!! She is missing her companion but likes where she is at. She wants to be put to work, not sitting in class. She is already thinking of things she forgot or needs.
We still dont know when her p-day is. She promised another letter to us then, she will also set up an email address to email.
She wore her tag and crossed the street somewhere and people saw her and she said she felt like a real missionary. She said all she felt like, "all we do is eat and meet". HA HA!!! Also, "PS. It is so amazing awesome sweet sauce to see so many missionaries in one place, or at one time. (im talking about the cafeteria.)"
One of her teachers is named Hermana Pace and she served with Scott, (Madison's husband) in Chile. She has met other people from Chile, or served there as well.
She has a whole hour of free time now, and is warming up to her new district. She loves all the fruit and choices of food. She said she would be able to teach the first lesson in spanish by tomorrow. YEA!!!
Thats all for now, write her lots! She is doing well. I'll keep you updated.
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Thanks so much for keeping us updated. We miss her, and we appreciate the extra effort you're putting into this, so we can keep track of her. Sister Morgan (Writing Center)
ReplyDeleteOkay, here's a cool post from our Writing Center Blog posted July 1, 2009. I hope you can get it to her. Posted by Matt Hall and agreed upon by all:
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I miss Katie.
Every time I see the new Zen garden sitting on the front desk, I miss Katie Hammar. The clean white sand and the scarred, dull-glossy black stones remind me of the sea shells she brought in a few times before she left. I remember running my fingertips along the clean edges of the smooth shells and poking the pads of my fingers on the points of the poky shells. I think of her quiet excitement of bringing us this basket of shells she found in her shed (questions about that,) and that noise the shells made as they slid against each other while Katie so carefully removed them. I think about her standing at the front table, the one furthest from the windows, and deliberately arranging the shells in her OCD way. She had this diamond sparkle in her eyes while she did those things. It looked like innocence.
And so I come into the Writing Center and see the Zen garden right away and miss Katie almost every time. Maybe it’s that she represents what I think is still good in the world. When my boundaries changed and I was moved into her ward, she was the Relief Society President and the genuine love she held for her sisters sat so deeply in her eyes.
Once, I left to use the restroom or something and returned to the Writing Center to see Katie place my laptop back where I’d left it. “I was going to play a joke on you, but I didn’t want you to get to worried,” she giggled.
And that’s her. Someone so pure, so well-intentioned and childlike I can’t even fully comprehend it; someone who seems to be the embodiment of good. I miss having her around. I’ve never missed a missionary before, even my sister Jen.