Today was a fog… It was the second to last day. I can’t really remember much about the morning, except that I got swimmer’s itch. Blah blah, the day went on… back to evening service. Today was the first day I saw Teresa unhappy. They were talking about God calling us, like telling someone to be a missionary or something. Well I got mine, and Teresa got hers. I saw her talking to Pastor Kevin and she was a little shaky. After that I was looking for her, and found her lying on the floor, crying. I guess she was really confused. She got a calling. God told her to be a children’s pastor. No one can no about mine because you’ll have to find out for yourself. I’m so tired.