Ok Mom, the Texas Tales begin now, and I'll summarize the first few weeks at BYU. Living in the dorms is nice, I don't have to clean my toilet or shower... Not that I really did it back home anyway...
The downside? The cleaning people shut down the bathrooms in the morning. Not at five in the morning, at 9:30 in the morning. You know, when everyone is trying to get to class.
Here, I am known as the Texas girl. I don't know why, maybe it's the huge Texas flag in my window. Or maybe it's the millions of Texas shirts. Or maybe it's the accent and words like 'yall'. Or maybe it's the fact that I apologize to people when they say where their from. "Hey, I'm from California!". "I'm sorry.... I'm from Texas". The other day I was joking around and said "I hate yall!". To which someone replied, "who's yall?" These poor people need to get out more. Texas is the best state ever. Why? We have TexMex! It's true, everything is bigger in Texas. Our parking lines actually are the length of the car (if not longer). And our sidewalks are even bigger! The ones here in Utah are too skinny for comfort.
The worst part of college? The cheap toilet paper. I never realized how charming Charmin was... My poor behind misses 'expensive' toilet paper. Actually no, it just misses toilet paper in general. Sand paper at this point would be a better choice that what they're offering me.
The first few weeks, I was STARVING all the time. I was so hungry, but couldn't find the vending machines anywhere. And now that I've found them, I'm so tired of vending machines! We have the Cannon Center, but nothing beats a home cooked meal... Plus the Cannon center has weird hours. Are you hungry for breakfast? It's closed. Are you hungry for lunch? It's closed. Are you hungry for dinner? It's closed.
On the rare occasions that it's open and I go, it becomes a guessing game. No one knows what it is, so we get a plate or two, then make bets of what will be inside. The other day was chicken pot pie. At home it wouldn't be questionable, but it looked more like a calzone-type mystery meal, so we just got a salad instead.
Whoever invented Freshman 15 obviously hasn't been to college, or they went to college with a car and LOTS of parking space. Because I walk everywhere... I might join a power walking team, I'm getting so good at it. The downside to walking all the time, is that I'm now hungry all the time. Good thing the Cannon center isn't open!
I love being in the library, or just walking on campus, and the first place the boys look isn't your eyes. Or your butt. Or even your chest. It's your left ring finger. When nothing is there, their eyes light up and they approach you. I'm always quick to remind them I could be their younger sister, and that I'm not 18, so I could take them to court. I might use that excuse for a year or two more, it seems to be working for me... I'm not engaged yet!
And now it's time for class, the reason I'm here. The air conditioning in my Book of Mormon class is broken, but I can't even wear Nike shorts to class. And I still can't get into the shorts-to-my-knee thing... There was a link on my homepage the other day, and it was the worst dressed cities in America. Number 15... Provo, Utah. Congratulations fellow Mormons, we did it!
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