Garrett, my older brother, has been on his LDS mission for two years now, he just came back from it just a couple of days ago. It was so exciting, we watched as he gleamed, in his suit and tie, a big black label on his chest. We were expecting he was either going to be extremely tired for having no sleep on a 32 hour plane trip, or full of adrenaline and will be out by nine. He wouldn't stop talking, his energy jumping up and down the walls. He actually wanted to drive after he just told us about how dangerous it is to drive in the Philippines where he was on his mission.
Yes, we were right about him being full of adrenaline, but no, we were wrong that he was going to be out by nine. My mom had to get him Melatonin because he wouldn't calm down when it hit about 11 o'clock. He set his alarm clock to six o'clock and he woke up five minutes before it, still hyper. I don't know where he calmed down, he came on Wednesday and today is Saturday, but yet, everyday he continues to talk about his mission. This post is not as long, but that's alright, my brothers home, I could've made it as short as that.
Yes, we were right about him being full of adrenaline, but no, we were wrong that he was going to be out by nine. My mom had to get him Melatonin because he wouldn't calm down when it hit about 11 o'clock. He set his alarm clock to six o'clock and he woke up five minutes before it, still hyper. I don't know where he calmed down, he came on Wednesday and today is Saturday, but yet, everyday he continues to talk about his mission. This post is not as long, but that's alright, my brothers home, I could've made it as short as that.