Look at that. Three posts in the SAME. WEEK.
Are you suprised? You shouldn't be. I promised I would write. And now that I'm at BYU my promises are soooo much more meaningful. Like Karl G. and the Honor Code, I'm bound by my word of honor. Draw a line in the sand! I shall die in this blogging circle with mine honor intact! Read that with chariots of fire playing in the background. Way inspirational.
Filthy honor code.
In order to write this much, it means that I'm putting off other things. Like schoolwork. Which you know is probably not that important anyway. Except when I fail my classes and can't get into my program and have to drop out because school is too expensive it's going to be YOUR basement I'm living in. Yeah I'm talking to you Marleen. I hope that with all your urging for me to write more you factored in the possibility of having a hobo trying to sneak into your basement, filching bits of your food, and scaring your children. It'll be so much fun. You can make sure I have fresh cardboard every week and in return I'll write clever clever things.
But on to the good. With all the tests and scheduling problems and unhelpful advisors I've gotta remember the good.
The size. I thought living at this huge school with all these people would kill me. Except for the few time I did hide in the library shelves to avoid crowds though, I was wrong. I love the anonymity. Yesterday I watched a guy walk across campus with a legit boombox on his shoulder. Didn't even phase anyone.
The resources. Last year to study for biology
The people I'm living with. I explain the difference it makes to live with girls that I actually know and like. They're so dang cool. Here's something that'll really blow your mind. They actually cook. Like prepare meals for themselves. Like human beings. This instead of buying $40 of groceries and then leaving them in the back of the fridge to rot and eating fast food instead. Weird right? They make homemade applesauce, they train for half marathons, play the violin in a band, edit applications for grad school. They also dog pile on the top of the bunk bed while I'm trying to sleep.
Wait I'm making it sound like I live in some superhuman sorority house. It's really not like that. They've only thrown bologna at me while I sing Celine Dion ONCE.
There's just a million little things. It's the walk to school. It's the prayer before anatomy class - not nearly as pod people as I thought it would be. It's the extended library hours, the international cinema, the window conversations with the neighbors next door. It's being able to give my dad a heart attack by jumping out at him when I see him on campus.
I just love it here. I love life.