I knew BYU would be this crazy religious college that would have such a dense religious culture, because i thought all of Utah was like that. Here we are at college and we are living in this big ol bubble called Provo. I haven't seen a single hobo, overflowed trash can, and not to mention more doors have been open for me than I've had in my entire life. I don't even remember what cigarette smoke smells like. I can run at night and not worry half as much I did at home that someones gonna snatch me because there are a dozen other people running as well giving me a friendly nod as I jog by. Everyone is so friendly here, i cant tell if they're faking the over friendly or if that's just how they are. Everything's better here in Utah. Well not everything, because Utah sushi cant even compare to California sushi, and the produce here is kinda bland, but oh my goodness... That Creamery Ice Cream is to DIE for. And not to mention those Utah Truffles! And in the BYU bagels are heaven on earth. No wonder the freshman 15 exists. Its a curse! But juggling work and school is starting to get rough. Its about that time management and all that jazz that people have been trying to cram in our heads the past few years. Responsibilities and such. I've been making my own meals and realized, hey, i'm not such a bad cook after all. Or maybe my expectations have gone down a few levels. Any ways, BYU is treating me wonderfully... except for this cold weather and the fact that all my loved ones are in warm sunny California. Other than that, I am loving my experience.
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