Several of my friends, each of whom I look up to and admire, plan on attending BYU next year, and have done their best to persuade me to follow their examples. Although I consider myself a U fan, I have nothing personal against BYU. I do share Miss Stack's fears of an overemphasis on marriage, but, considering my previous dating record, I am not too worried.
And as for curriculum, I feel like either university would provide me with an adequate education for getting into graduate school.
So when it comes down to it, my greatest point of indecision revolves around my unwillingness to leave the home. I feel childish in my fear of change and growing up, but I have lived as the happiest of children and I would not want to hurry the end of that era of my life. If I go to BYU, I know that I will enjoy myself more socially, as many of my dearest friends will call Provo their home this summer. If I remain in Salt Lake, I will live at home and probably have a limited number of social experiences. But I still do not feel ready to leave. My sisters are my confidants and my best friends. My dad would have no one to talk about sports with, and my mother would not have anyone to give her computer help. And when my brother returns from his mission, if we attend the same school we would embark on endless adventures.
Mr. Petersen has proven the most persuasive, and yesterday I almost decided upon BYU because of his reasoning. Testing my family, I announced the Y as my school of choice. Instantaneously, both of my sisters burst into tears, and even my dad turned sullen. We all talked, and I recognized all the benefits of staying home. By the end of the conversation I announced that I would certainly attend the U next year. As soon as I made this announcement I felt incredible relief, like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders, and I knew that I chose correctly.
So my choice is made. I will hold on to the last months of my childhood as a student at the University of Utah next year. I only hope Miss Stack will follow.