Out of School Non-Regrets

Now that I’ve left of school, I’m starting to put my whole college career in perspective. I’ve been in school for about six years and during these six years there are things I regret and things I definitely don’t regret not doing (if that makes sense). So, without further ado, my top four list of things I will not regret not doing at BYU (as of today):

Becoming an EFY counselor: I remember at the end of my freshman year, some dude in our hall frantically went up and down the hall, telling everyone to sign up to be an EFY counselor. Before that incident, I thought he was the cool/intimidating guy in our hall. After this happened, I would have had no qualms about the idea of lighting his computer on fire. It just didn’t seem as cool to me as some of the other guys on my floor. And besides, I just don’t know if I could ever play duck-duck-goose on the front lawn of DT in the morning and then listen to testimonies till midnight about how much friends love each other with every fiber of their being. Don’t get me wrong….it’s just not me…


Taking social dance: I think I’m finally realizing why dad has an obsession with social dance: that’s how he courted mom. I don’t remember if it was social dance per se, but I do know they were members of the Wrangler Jeans club or something. I’m sure you’ve seen the pictures. I don’t think dad ever tried to sign me up because he was just glad that I went on a mission and he didn’t want to scare me off. But any class where I am forced to prance around the ballroom twice a week and receive a B- is a definite thanks-but-no-thanks. Just my opinion…

And the number one non-regret at BYU is (drum-roll please…..)

Becoming a((n) official) tunnel singer: In case I run for president some day or fill another high profile position like William Hung’s bodyguard, I want all my past improprieties put out on the table. Therefore, I must now admit that I went tunnel singing my freshmen year not only once, but twice. Both times I went because a girl wanted me to go with her. I found out pretty quickly that tunnel singers are very possessive of even an inch of their blankets. I guess the low part of my experience, besides everything, happened the second time I was forced to go. I was not only yelled at because I was sitting on a half-foot section of someone’s blanket, but two guys on each side of the tunnel (in Sunday attire no less) began arguing loudly over singing How Great thou Art and I Believe in Christ. I didn’t know whether to laugh or look for a lighting storm. Meanwhile, three guys stand up to open their mission calls. Yeah, that’s right, forget the parents and siblings, let your tunnel singing companions know where you’re going first. Needless to say, tunnel singing is a very evil practice and should be outlawed at BYU, just like incessant flyers, incompetent pedestrians, and one-level elevator trips (i.e. TNRB). I feel very strong about this. And if I ever see Trevor wearing a “Tunnel Singing is the High Note of my Life” t-shirt, I will set him up on a blind date with Lani Hyer. On the other hand, I think I have his name for Christmas…
Any others?????