It seems like I relate many things in life to Harry Potter. But it just makes them more magical and less mundane if I do. I think my next-door neighbor looks like Sirius Black. Or, for another example, BYU has a huge testing center where you go take exams instead of doing them during class time. It is one big room with rows and rows of desks, everyone silent and scratching away. And it makes me think of Harry Potter--of their final exams all lined up in the Great Hall. Magical final exams.
Well, today I went in to the Missionary Department at the church office building. I've had some issues with my knees in the past, and my mission president asked the Missionary Department to look into it, saying that there are lots of stairs and such in the Korea Seoul West mission. So an orthopedic surgeon who volunteers for the church asked me to come in.
He explained I would need security clearance, but to just go to the front desk and they would print me a badge. I took Trax downtown, and as I walked in the huge church office building, it felt like I was going to the Ministry of Magic--people hurrying around talking about different topics, banks of elevators and "restricted entrance" signs, the fact that it is the headquarters for something huge, the paper airplane memos flying around....
And I went up to the Missionary Department on the third floor, where my papers were sent and reviewed. The doctor who wanted to talk to me had a copy of them, and let me look over the notes that were added after I submitted them (nothing too interesting, though--my bishop and stake president had written how I wanted to get back in time to start school again, and there was a note about the address debacle). I met a few of the contact points over different areas of the world, who coordinate mission presidents and the doctors and other personnel in the department. And I got to see the rows and rows of desks and people busy at them. It was an adventure.
(And my knees passed.)
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