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.