I go to school at a unique place.
You have to have all boys out of your apartment by midnight.
It is not infrequent that professors call on a student to offer a prayer before lecture.
All services shut down for Tuesday’s 11a.m. devotional.
Book of Mormon is a class.
You can’t buy caffeine anywhere on campus.
A science professor may insist on being called “brother” instead of “dr.”
Some people may hate it. And at times, the gray area between BYU’s honor code and my morals drove me a little crazy (there is actually nothing sinful about having a boy on your couch watching a movie at 12:04 early on a Sunday morning). But, BYU has been incredible for me. There is no other place in the world where such high academic standards meet such high moral values. Where else can I have a professor interpret an ancient text in light of modern revelation? Or have a spiritual discussion with a kid sitting next to me in physics? Where else would I find such a supportive environment for a 22 year old married senior? Or also consult the scriptures on reasons for “just war” in a political science class?
Yes, there are lots of rules. A girl compared it to living in Nazi, Germany (tell that to those in labor camps – I think they’d take abstinence and caffeine free diet coke) and it made me so sad. There are so many other wonderful academic institutions out there, and for many these will be much better fits than BYU. But, nestled up against the mountains in Utah there is a little haven from the world. And while I have no intention of being here forever, I have loved it – truly loved it.