College Life-Part One-"It all Began in the HFAC"

After my mission was over, I headed back home to Arizona for one week before leaving my family again to start my adult life at BYU. 

I didn't know what to expect. I had only been on BYU's campus twice before--both times for a show choir youth camp. Back then, I stayed pretty much in the confines of the Knight Magnum Building (which has since been replaced by a grassy knoll and parking lot) and Heritage Halls. 

When I stepped onto campus as a 21 year old recently returned missionary, I was nervous. This was my time to shine; my time to become the person who I wanted to become; my new life. 

My first class was a Book of Mormon class for recently returned missionaries. On my way to find the JSB, I got lost--multiple times--and then had to resign asking someone how to get there...which for some reason was embarrassing. I was feeling out-of-place, and out-of-whack. 

It wasn't until I stepped into the HFAC that I felt like I was home. All around me, there were students laughing, singing, playing instruments, etc. Abstract artwork was displayed in the lobby. People were gathering around the slabs at the north and south ends of the building.

I was running a little late for my beginning acting class, and I headed downstairs into one of the basement rooms. 

Little did I know, my life would be changed forever by the people I met in that room...probably because I basically proposed to one of them.

-End Part One