Rachel Sego
I would like everyone to know what a sacrifice it is to come to BYU. I'm not talking about the knee-length shorts or the boys-out-of-the-apartment-by-midnight rule. I'm talking about giving up my chance to find true love-on national television.
Over the summer I learned of a fantastic opportunity to be on upcoming season of 'The Bachelor,' which launched last Wednesday (Sept. 24) on ABC. The new bachelor is none other than Bob, the guy Trista rejected on last year's hit, 'The Bachelorette' (admit it, you watched!).
ABC announced that one could apply to become of the 25 women vying for Bob's heart - all in front of millions of viewers who would love you, hate you, cry with you and laugh at you. And the crazy thing is, there's a large part of me longing to be Mrs. Bob!
I mean, what's not to like? He's attractive, he's a mortgage banker. He even took rejection well. Did Bob disappear? No! He learned to make the most of it with appearances on Caroline Rhea and Oprah. What a catch!
It seemed like a sure thing-I've not managed to find Mr. Right in my four previous years at the Y. Of course, Mr. Right doesn't typically hang out in the Communications Department. Or in the library, for that matter.
No, BYU was for a marvelous education. Bob is for bliss.
I was sure that even my parents would approve. My father tells me daily that he wants grandchildren.
But as I thought more, my head full of dreams about becoming Rachel Marie Sego-Bob, I started thinking about all the things I'd have to miss if I were off filming 'The Bachelor.'
A month in L.A. would mean I'd have to miss Dr. Talbot's English course and parties with my posse. I'd be watching BYU football on a little TV and not at the LaVell Edwards Stadium where I belong.
Hmm. I belong. That's a whole other issue entirely. It seems to me that I would be a bit out of place trying to act cool in a hot tub. I probably wouldn't fit in too well with a bunch of girls all going after one man (on second thought, that is something I've seen a lot of at BYU, but I digress).
No, the truth is, even if I miraculously made a cut or two, I belong at BYU, even if it is for just a little while longer. I belong to a group of rising and shouting Cougars who make their way to make their world a little better.
I could have been Bob's bride, but I'll take Cougar co-ed.