I haven't cried many times since I've been at the MTC. This morning, though, Elder Box and I had a stupid “tiff” over the A/C and Hermana Wilson told me repeatedly to “stop! ¡Silencio! ¡No mas!” and so I told her to can it. Later (20 minutes or so) I went to the baño to blow my naríz and Hermana Lauder (my hero substitute) passed me in the hall and asked how I was. I told her not so hot and so she asked what was up and I asked if she had time and she threw her bag down and just listened to me through my sobs - we were standing in the middle of the hallway - missionaries walking by, trying not to stare. She empathized (she’s awesome for that!) And shared her MTC experience. - She and her companion we're standing in the middle of the comedor [cafeteria] screaming at her Elders [in her district] and crying. It made me laugh. I'm much better now. Hormones are raging.