While I was mostly right about my "no parents" assumption, I was very, very wrong about the responsibilities. Suddenly I had to meet new people, attend classes, do homework, and feed myself three times a day. Feeding myself was especially a struggle due to the strange hours kept by the Galley (BYU-I's old cafeteria).
Classes weren't much better. That first semester, my grades were so low that I was later able to petition to have the semester removed from my transcript.
I've learned a lot in the years since that fateful drop-off at Chicago Midway, and I'd like to share some of my insights. Even if you take nothing from this, at least I'll remember what I've been through.
1. A boy's maturity level can be determined by whether he knows any of the girls in his contact list.
I met a boy my first year who "collected" girls' numbers at the beginning of each semester, and if they never called him to hang out, they would be deleted after a month or two.
|"Who is 'Girl from BK'?" "Oh, you can delete her, I never caught her name anyway."|