I met with the student-ward bishop on Sunday, Mr. Dort from Haiti. He scolded me a bit for putting him in a “difficult situation” with the endorsement (I had procrastinated, and I should have been a member of his student ward all along rather than going to the Asian Ward; he therefore had no way of knowing whether I’d been attending my meetings).
He had missed several points:
-I already had the proof that I’d been attending (in the form of a stack of programs collected from sacrament meetings)
-I had a good reason for being at the Asian Ward (he claimed that I lacked the “leads” of language and culture, either of which in fact apply to me, and neither of which necessarily apply to many people at that ward)
-The Asian Ward didn’t have good reason for disallowing me (maybe Haitians still assume “racism” only happens against… black people… ha ha)
-I had been trying to meet with him for several weeks already, but hadn’t been given sufficient priority by his scheduler (and had been interfered with by the Church-wide and stake conferences)
-I had lately been endeavouring to attend his ward anyway, and
-I already understood that by seeking his endorsement, I would be placing myself under his jurisdiction
Anyway, I just frowned and nodded at him, not wanting to aggravate him and jeopardize his assistance. Satisfied that he had corrected me, he gave me a brief interview, committed me to participate in his ward, and then told me he’d turn in my form on Wednesday.
I fortunately won’t need to get another one, I think… They should last a year. But, anyway, I’ll have to make a reasonable effort to go to that ward now.
Later on Sunday, I went to Kiwanis Park with Ezra’s friends from #21 (since Stetson left, the emptiness at home has been a lot more troubling to me, and I’ve become a little more familiar with the sisters at 21). I regretted recreating on Sunday… but tried to not act sour. I met a fifth-grader there, Kim Dong Hyun. I practiced a little with him, and advised him to not forget his Korean. Later at 21, I watched two movies, both cartoons. The second was “Anastasia”, part of which I’d watched with my former study buddy and her daughter. It made me tremendously sad… The girl reminded me of Tugsuu. She has always had such a proud deportment… I also thought back to the two Russians I have known the best: Valentina, an online girl (and semi-investigator of the Church) who had come to California and promptly gotten married to some guy, falling out of touch with me soon after; and Elena, the girl from my old school who had been quite nice to me for a short time, and whose name I couldn’t remember until now.