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sometimes i really loathe [some thoughts and ideas of students that attend] byu.

because the honor code? nah, it's not that big of a deal. and really, if i obey it, i sleep better, and privacy and modesty are respected.

the weather? nah, i've lived here my whole life, not until these whiny so-californians (not that i don't love southern californians, cause i do, but...you know you are babies in the cold. smiley face.) came into my life did it even occur to me that i could live somewhere without freezing winters.

the incredible thick bubble? no, again, i'm not planning on staying here, and it's kind of a cute preparation ground for real life.

the obsession with getting married? again, no. hahah sometimes i think if they didn't push it so hard, some kids might just date for the rest of their lives. whudev.

"what then, missy?" you may ask. "aren't these the things most people, including you, harp on, about the problems with living in provo?"

yeah but...the real problem. and it's not because we're all mostly mormon. it's not. it's because the type of school we go to. a lot of kids here could be going to a [better,] different school, but they want to be around good [mormon] kids, so they come here. sooo. huuuuuge range of intelligence. and motivation. and everything. soooo. because a lot of kids here are so obsessed with being good students, they kinda mix it up with being a good person. therefore, some certain people that attend this school, who i used to be very close to, literally made me feel like a bad person for not knowing things i supposedly should, whether it had to do with the english major, or knowledge in general. and you know what? [awhile ago] i was chatting with some very sweet, intelligent boys, one of whom is graduated, and the other is one semester away. and guess what.

they had no idea who harold bloom is.

whhhhaat!

oh wait. maybe, it DOESN'T MATTER. maybe the point of our educations in school, and the point of our agency, is to pursue what we want to learn, and how we we learn it, and when...and everything. so the fact that they didn't know? WHO CARES.

so maybe, next time you think it'll be funny to belittle someone to make yourself feel more intelligent...just shut up.