This has been a very hectic two weeks! Right after starting my new job as the assistant to the president, I and my comrade Elder Dean soon discovered that our predecessor really didn't do too much of his job. Elder Dean and I have been working our bottoms off trying to get everything caught up to where it is supposed to be. Now that everything is done that was supposed to be done a month ago, hopefully things will be a little bit lighter.
The big news items this time are the happenings of my apartment and those that in there dwell. Right now I live in a six-person apartment that has two non-autistic residents. I am one (believe it or not) and the other one is Elder Squire. Now Elder Squire is one of the coolest guys of all time. I love the guy to death. If we didn't have each other in that apartment, we'd both have gone mad by now. If you don't believe me, I'll give you a run-down of who it is with whom we are living. On the off-chance that more than the usual six people read this, the names have been changed to keep feelings from being hurt.
Elder Papa is a low-functioning autistic who can barely take care of himself. No one is quite sure how he managed to get here. This is his second month getting trained.
Elder Foxtrot has a violent streak a mile wide. After a discussion last night, he tried to dislocate my thumb to make a point. It wasn't until I reminded him that if he did that he would instantly get sent home that he let go. Reassuring, no?
Elder Echo is another autistic who is convinced that he is heaven's gift to mankind. He also has a strange fondness for Chuck Norris jokes and will tell them for hours on end if you allow him to (this has been tested and proven).
Elder Gamma is a lower-functioning autistic who really doesn't understand much of anything. He is trying hard, and I appreciate that, but I must admit that I do not appreciate his tendency to talk...a lot. As soon as I walk in the door, I am attacked. He follows me wherever I go and talks about the most random of things. His voice is the first thing that I hear when I wake up and the last thing I hear when I'm going to sleep. Isn't it wonderful?
My title this post is dedicated to Elder Squire. Whenever anything happens, almost anything at all, we begin to sing this song...with some editing, as you can see. The fact that we know the song by heart is sad. The fact that we are using to try and stay sane proves we may already be too late.
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