Posted by:
CrispingPin
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Date: September 12, 2020 11:25AM
Even though I began college elsewhere, and even though I eventually got my bachelor’s degree from another university, I did attend BYU for one academic year (1979-80). When I think back on that time, the best way to describe it would be special.
My roommates were special. I lived off campus. Two of my three roommates weren’t BYU students (one wasn’t even a member) but they were special. Every place I walked on the campus was special. My classes were special. The devotionals and firesides were special. The way my religion professor described Lehi’s dream was just special. And speaking of religion professors, the way every Sunday School and priesthood lesson was a rehash of what the teacher had heard in religion class heard that week was special.
Yes, everything was…special.
Class lectures weren’t thought provoking, they were “special.”
Sacrament Meeting wasn’t uplifting, it was “special.”
Friends weren’t supportive, they were “special.”
If everything is f’ing special, nothing is special.
The word “special” (pronounced “speshul”) had the fingernails on chalkboard effect on me. It’s certainly not the reason that I decided to continue my studies elsewhere, but I certainly didn’t miss it.