Thursday, July 29, 2010

Enter to Learn, Go Forth to Serve

Last month we dropped off our youngest child at BYU to begin his freshman year.  He graduated from high school June 14 and began college June 21.  He was only 17 then (is now 18).  His growth the past 12 months has been marvelous, and he had an excellent senior year—all As and 1 B, the only B being in AP Calc.  He has shown he can meet higher education head on!

One of the most thrilling experiences in my life was transferring to BYU in 1973 as a sophomore.  I’ll never forget driving up with my folks from Southern California in the pre-Interstate-15 days when much of the route was a sluggish 2-lane road.  The freeway speeds us along now, but then it was fascinating driving down the main streets of historic pioneer towns such as Fillmore, Mona, Nephi, Levan and others.  Approaching Provo, the Wasatch Mountains loomed up in the distance, hovering over the campus.  The weather was typical late August—hot, clear, and sparkly.  Coming closer, the gigantic Y emerged into view, perkily perched on the mountain.  When we passed the signs at the campus entrance,

Enter To Learn; Go Forth To Serve

a current of electric excitement ran through the air so strong that everyone felt it, even my folks who feared they were dropping me off at a cultish den of iniquity.  I had joined the LDS Church the previous year, and though they knew a few Mormons and liked them, they understood little of the doctrine, but boy-oh-boy, they knew it was the antithesis of the stodgy church they attended.
BYU Campus and Y Mountain
My folks moved me into Heritage Halls where I met my roommates: Suzanne from Oklahoma, Dode from Idaho, Margie from Washington, Holly and Linda from Arizona.  Dode and her folks were outside taking her picture while she was wearing this really odd getup: a gaudy sequined shirt and pants with a matching cowboy hat, all the same garish hot pink!  What the heck!?  Who dresses like that!?  Found out later it was the garb of a rodeo princess.  I had no idea about things like rodeo princesses and was about to learn much more, not the least of which was Mormon Culture 101.

I am most grateful for BYUs stunningly magnificent campus and setting, the cleanliness, the tidiness of the students, the friendliness, etc.  All of these things contributed to my folks’ very positive impression of BYU and the Church.  It was at that point they realized the LDS Church was a power for good and not some brainwashing cult.  And from this point on my life became much more pleasant.  Thank you BYU!

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