BYU Experience

BYU Experience
Walking across the tile floor of the library a sad and sentimental feeling came over me. This could very near be one of the last times, for a long time, that I would set foot in this place. As I walked to my final, I gazed at all of the beautiful buildings covered in snow. Memories flooded my mind of good times, hard times, and the great spirituality that I had experienced at BYU. As all of you know I recently graduated from BYU. It is definitely a different environment then anywhere else. When I first transferred to BYU from Cal Poly it was shocking to say the least. I remember walking out of my apartment on my way to drive to conference and I heard it playing in every one’s apartments. It struck me as so odd, yet amazing, that every person around me had my same faith. From ward prayer, insanely quick engagements, family home evening with your peers, and the honor code, BYU if definitely a unique place. My first cheesy BYU experience that I remember was hanging out with friends on a Sunday night and some how a reference for Mulan came up. The entire room, boys included, then started to sing the “Be a Man” song. Something else I LOVE about BYU/Provo is all of the snow. I remember the first time I went sledding, it was so amazing! A bunch of kids and I brought any kind of sled or disk we could find, and tore our bodies apart in Rock Canyon Park. I had never been before, and I decided that I would have to go as much as possible from then on out! The other night we (as in 30 kids) had a ginormaous snow ball fight! I made a snow man and my friends made a five foot tall snow ball. One memory that will always make me laugh happened a few months ago. My calling this last semester was FHE leader. My partner and I decided that it would be so fun to play night games outside in the rain. We had a good turn out and headed to the duck pond south of campus. We started off with hide and seek. The rain was coming down in buckets and we had so much fun being completely stealth, and then slipping like total goofs. We played sardines next and had a great time combing the bushes for the sneaky hiders. We played a couple of hours when we decided it was time to rap it up. We decided to get down and dirty with our last sardine’s game, and everyone hid so well. I curled up in a ball, under a pine trees bough, in the mud! I stayed so still, and felt so cool because it had been so long and I hadn’t been found. However, it got to be really long so I snuck out, and so had other people. We realized that no one was looking for us! The boy that was it thought we had all ditched him so he went home to get a sweatshirt and some dinner. We were all so peeved! The funny part was that one of the guys that had hid fell asleep under the tree and after us yelling for 5 minutes, not wanting to leave him behind, he woke up and came out! A friend also thought he broke his arm, so we got to make a visit to the emergency room. It was so funny, this boy thought he broke it early on, but wanted to keep playing! While this is just a small story, BYU provided me with many of these experiences. Every time something like this happened, I would get this feeling of gratitude for youth that are willing to make fun anywhere and do it righteously. I loved my time at BYU, and I am so glad that I went there. These last three years taught me so much, and I am grateful for everything I learned. BYU is Awesome!
Meghan 2006