5 things I've learned about BYU

So, I've been down at the Y for a couple of days now, and I have to say, it's been a lot of fun so far. Right now I'm alone in my dorm room writing on my blog, but what can I say? I can only take so much socialization in one day. But don't despair! Soon I will go out and see the human race again. But for now, I'm taking the time to tell you a few of the things I have learned in my experience here thus far.


5. Boys in colored pants? Girls in ultra skinny jeans and oversized glasses? Yup, everybody here is more stylish than you. Of course there is the stray odd ball in just a simple t-shirt, but really, they take their fashion seriously here. I just hope I can keep up. Where I hail from, I thought I was on the cutting edge. And then I saw these wardrobes.

4. Blame it on the altitude. But seriously, the reason I failed so miserably on my attempted run must have had something to do with the change in altitude. Let us hope. It was pathetic.

3. If it's not the altitude's fault, it's the humidity's. I begin my days looking so cute and come home to see that my hair is so frizzy it's triangular shaped. Something is going to have to be done about that.

2. The people here are super friendly. Coming from Powell, it seemed strange that nobody would make eye contact when I passed them on the sidewalk, but once I got over that and talked to people I realized that they're all just genuinely nice, even if they need to work on making eye contact with strangers.


1. This school is one I can be proud of. The teams, cheerleaders, and mascot are awesome. Back home, the Powell Panther usually just does a lot of fist pumping, but Cosmo's out there jumping around doing backflips and cartwheels and crap. He looks like he belongs on a gymnastics team somewhere, and that's something to be proud of.


Even with the humidity and my newfound fashion insecurities, I know I made the right choice to come to BYU. I've loved being around so many people with my same beliefs and values. This really is a school that's one of a kind. The students at this school all have so much ambition and potential, and I'm excited to be a part of that. The future is so bright.

Adulthood

You know you're officially a BYU student when you have your student ID, books, room key, and rape whistle. That's right, rape whistle. It came complimentary with the dorm room. Score! And just when I thought BYU was a safe place, I had to get a free rape whistle and hear about Chester the Molester from my mom. Apparently he made a real splash in the 70's. Be careful on the ramp.

Aside from that little let down, today was very productive. The following is photo evidence that I did indeed do the things I am claiming to have done.

I reaffirmed to myself that I truly am an adult by registering to vote and subsequently voting.

Then it was off to Provo. You'll notice I am wearing the wrong school shirt. What can I say? I like to have my small rebellions.

Then it was time to get settled in on campus, complete with my student ID, room and mail keys, and rape whistle. Not pictured are my purchases at the BYU bookstore, which included a proper BYU t-shirt and text books. Goodbye, summer savings. :(

But in the end, it's been a great day. Tomorrow I'll spend my first night in the dorms and reaffirm to myself yet again that I really am an adult.

He don't consider it cheating.

Now, I don't pretend to know a whole lot about fashion, but I do know one thing: the fashion industry has neglected to make one t-shirt that I firmly believe should be in existence.

See, it all started about a year ago when I stumbled across a White Stripes song that I really enjoyed, called Fell In Love With A Girl. (You can watch the music video here.) And it had one line that I just couldn't get out of my head. It said, "Bobby said it's fine, he don't consider it cheating." Genius, right? And so it came to me then that this saying must be on a t-shirt. But, after a little research, namely googling those lyrics and the word "t-shirt" together, I found that no such t-shirt was in existence and forgot about it soon enough.

But this summer I found a custom tee shop on Urban Outfitters that quite impressed me, and while I pondered what I could possibly want to put on a t-shirt, it all came rushing back to me. So, here it is folks. The latest and greatest t-shirt, fresh from the Post Office today! Designed by yours truly. Meant to confuse the ignorant and excite those with equally great music taste, it's sure to be a hit on campus!

This is the, "I'll tolerate you taking a picture of me right now, but only barely," pose.

Nice to meet you too.

Here's what you need to know about me:

1. My name is Cicily Bennion.

2. I leave for school tomorrow.

3. I'm going to BYU Provo.

If you've come here to live vicariously through me, you've come to the right place. Now that I'm a gRADuate from high school, it's time to document the more eventful parts of my life. I shall call it raddiction. You know like, rad + addiction = raddiction. Because, I have an addiction to all things rad. And also because every other blog name ever is taken. Trust me, I checked. 

So this is where I'll be posting all my rad adventures at college for any who care to read about them. It's gonna be funny, cheesy, and maybe get a little boring at times, but if you bear with me, I think we can get through this year together.