We did practice teaching with the instructors and with each other. They put me in the accelerated group that was only 3 weeks long instead of 6 weeks that most Americans go through.Ĭlass in the MTC took about about 6 hours a day. I was an exception since that I was already a French speaker before going out. They were like, “What’s going on?” and I said, “I’m in Africa.” It was a funny conversation that they weren’t expecting.Īs you can tell from this paper, I was the only American in my whole district who were all French speakers mostly from DRC and Congo. I thought to myself, “Why email when you can just call them?” So I called my parents on Google hangouts at around 4 am their time. The Americans got to write an email to their parents while the Africans got to call their parents since that their parents probably didn’t have computer access back home. We got to go to the computer lab to write our parents saying that we had arrived safely. I met another guy going to Congo from France. We then went and did an orientation of the MTC where there were stations and we had to go around and do stuff. I found out that this group at the MTC had the most Africans ever and that there were only 10 Americans in the whole MTC. The pudding/cereal stuff was really good. This was the first breakfast I ever had in Ghana. We went downstairs at around 7 am for breakfast, but first I took some shots of the apartment. There was one American–me, the Elder next to me was from Zimbabwe learning French going to the DRC, to the right of him is my companion from Congo who was also serving in DRC, and to the right of my companion was a Nigerian learning French going to Cote D’Ivoire. Then we went back up stairs to our apartment where we go to know the other guys in our apartment. We started exploring and took some pictures. Luckily, I already knew French so I could talk to him alright. My companion was from the Republic of Congo and so he was native French speaker. Me and my companion were the only ones up in the whole MTC and so we started exploring. I met my companion, so that was cool, then went to sleep. We got to the MTC around 10 pm and went to our rooms. There were no street lights either so I didn’t get a good view of the city. There were no speed limits and the vans literally must have been driving at 80 mph down the deserted city. They were fun and we talked to them with no problems. We all went outside and regrouped and met some other Elders coming from Nigeria. My first impression of Ghana was that it was hot and humid and that there was a lightning storm going on outside. I did not and had to dig around my bag to find my yellow fever paper. All the other Americans had their “Yellow Cards”, which show that you have been tested for Yellow Fever, stapled on their passports. The plane was hot and had barely any air conditioning and I was just thinking to myself, “What is going to happen to me for the next 24 months?” The scariest thought was that I was never going to be the same after this experience and that my life would change because of this mission. The flight to Ghana felt like the longest flight in my life. We flew off to Amsterdam and then took the last leg of our journey to Ghana. I told the guys I was going to Congo and and they were surprised and wished me luck even though they were going to places like Liberia and Sierra Leone. Me and one other Elder were going French speaking, but he was going to Cote D’Ivoire. There were 8 Americans going to the Ghana MTC. The airport was filled with missionaries–missionaries going home and missionaries going out. I flew in from Newport Beach and walked to the terminal that was going to Ghana. The first thing you have to do to get to the MTC is first arrive at the Salt Lake City Airport. I went there from October 11th to October 28th 2018. The Ghana MTC is really an epic experience.
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