As I near the end of my 6th year at BYU, I have become unexpectedly sentimental. I keep finding myself thinking, wow, I am going to miss this place. Today's example was as follows:
I was getting ready this morning in the women's locker room after my yoga class. NOTE: this is actually a recent addition to my BYU daily routine. This is the first semester I actually pack clothes and get ready in the locker room. I have my own locker and everything. I feel so...athletic. I kind of like it.
Anyway, so the women's locker room has rows of hand dryers installed at head height. And I have discovered a handy trick (surely, no one else has ever thought of it before. Surely.): you can point the nozzles of two adjacent dryers towards each other. The result is excellent--two streams of air intersecting to create a wind tunnel, and it's hands-free. Awesome.
So as I was standing in this tunnel-o-warmth this morning, it hit me--I love this place! I've had so many good things happen here! And I'm going to miss it!
At least, I'll miss it until I install my personal double dryer wind tunnel. And I'm taking the best part of BYU with me wherever I move next summer. Smile.
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I once saw a hairy guy at the YMCA dry his butt crack with a communal hair drier. It didn't inspire any sentimental feelings for me, but after I vomited out of disgust and swore never to touch anything in that locker room again, I kind of admired his brazen brand of ingenuity and stubborn rejection of societally imposed shame.
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