According to Elder Brooksby my transfer news is the worst he's ever seen a missionary get. Everyone has been giving me condolences or laughing at me and saying stuff like, "That sucks bro."
I'm staying in Hilo, and in the same pad, but the others here are switching out and I am getting a new companion and being made district leader.
Responsibilities as a district leader include comp reports, exchanges, and handling any and all sister missionary drama, leading the lessons at district council every week, two exchanges with the zone leaders, dealing with disobedience, keeping track of numbers and accounting and reporting back on those things, going to special meetings weekly on Sunday nights, and on top of that we have 2 correlation meetings every week with Brother Kneese (ward mission leader) on Thursday and the other auxiliaries on Friday. Something is wrong with the car from the missionaries before me and I have to work with the car company to get it fixed within the next month because they are trying to replace the cars. I have to do my plan once per week which takes up and hour extra and on top of all of THAT I'm taking over the area and the area is difficult to work in anyway. From what I hear, my new companion gets in fights and hurts people and has a poor attitude. I'm not sure if it could get much worse.
At least I'll be able to finish with no regrets. I'll be on my hands and knees, bruised and scarred, barely able to crawl by the end of this transfer. But one thing's for sure. I will have nothing left to give when it's over. Nothing. I'll be able to look back and say I gave every last ounce of energy I could give to my mission.
On the bright side, Elder Brooksby and I went to Volcano this morning.
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