By Leigh Dethman
Where did all the college students go? It feels like BYU has turned into a boot camp for high-hormone teenagers.
I can''t even get lunch in the Wilk without waiting in line for 30 minutes or more.
I want my campus back.
Walking up the stairs to the fifth floor is an adventure. It is like swimming through a sea of pimples and hormones just to get to work every day.
I can''t take it anymore.
And why must they link arms everywhere? It''s not just one or two people happily walking around arm-in-arm. It is eight people linked up, boldly walking through the halls, taking out any BYU student in their wake.
We''re not trying to play a friendly game of red rover. Don''t knock us down. We just want to get through the hallway.
This is our campus, not theirs. I don''t clutter the Wilk with piles of garbage. Why should they? If they want to be a visitor at my campus, they should respect it.
As much as I want to snag a date with a 14-year-old 'Big Hunk' who hits on me, the age difference is a little too wide for my taste.
Oh, and enough with the clapping. I, too, went to EFY sessions during my teenage years here at BYU, and I know how cool it is to proudly clap and give an EFY cheer. But some people around here need to study.
The Wilk is supposed to be our student center. But when half the building is roped off for an official EFY or sports camp event, we students are left without a place to relax.
I must admit I do like the nice little old lady who sits at the elevator and pushes the button for you. She knows what''s up. The elevators are for us lazy students.
For those of us who are athletically inclined, basketball is a coveted summertime activity. We can''t use the courts in the RB during Fall or Winter Semesters because of intramurals. You''d think when Spring and Summer Terms came around that we could use our own facilities. But nooo, BYU Sports Camps take over, leaving us without a place to play.
I''m just not used to this.
Most summers I make the 14-hour trek back to Oregon where I work in a variety of odd jobs.
I''ve waited tables, folded towels and worked as a press assistant for a WNBA team. I''ve done everything I can to get out of Provo and away from BYU.
This summer is my first experience at the transformed universe of BYU. It''s like I''m not even a student at the home of the Cougars anymore. BYU is a whole new world in the summer.
Provo is a totally different experience. All of my closest friends deserted me, and the majority of the BYU population leaves campus to rejuvenate.
I just want BYU to stay the same. The EFY students have taken over our campus.
Ok, ok. Actually, I''m just jealous. I just wish I could play kissing rugby with the rest of you.