Life at the MTC
What were you thinking that very first day?
When you walked through the doors, what did they say?
Did they warn you to leave before it's too late?
Did you know that here you can't even date?
Were you told you'd study 10 hours a day?
And that missionaries lose their sanity that way?
Did they say it's compared to jail?
And that six discussions was minimum bail?
When you walked through the doors, what did they say?
Did they warn you to leave before it's too late?
Did you know that here you can't even date?
Were you told you'd study 10 hours a day?
And that missionaries lose their sanity that way?
Did they say it's compared to jail?
And that six discussions was minimum bail?
Or did you talk to those who love it here,
Who hold the experience as one most dear?
They'll speak of the spirit, not of the strife.
The wonderful people and the change in their life.
They won't grump or gripe for the loss of hair,
But with tear-filled eyes tell of those who cared.
Who hold the experience as one most dear?
They'll speak of the spirit, not of the strife.
The wonderful people and the change in their life.
They won't grump or gripe for the loss of hair,
But with tear-filled eyes tell of those who cared.
Take courage Sister, and do your best.
The sky's the limit; don't settle for less.
Because at the end, my friend, you'll see,
The MTC is what you make it to be!
The sky's the limit; don't settle for less.
Because at the end, my friend, you'll see,
The MTC is what you make it to be!
This poem is oh so true.
This place is great and though I'm stoked to go out to the field, I really will miss it here.
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