Brigham Young and Old

Today I found myself on BYU’s campus.I also found myself wearing the wrong shoes — both for the weather and for the distance. (Campus parking is my least favorite part of being a Cougar.) I am, however, truly bluely grateful that I parked here and didn’t get a ticket. Technically, I did display my husband’s visitor pass that hadn’t expired (March 2011). But technically, it did say 3-5 p.m. in the Hinckley lot. And technically, it was 1 p.m. and I may have been a few puddles past the designated area. But let’s not get hung up on technicalities. Let’s do get hung up on what’s different at BYU since my backpack days: namely technology. I saw more laptops than textbooks. And more texting than talking. I remember friendlier, flirtier sidewalks in the early ’90s. Today, the only person who spoke to me said, “I love your purse” as she shuffled by. (And can you blame her?) But maybe it was the rain that put a damper on these stone-cold sober classmates. Or maybe their earbuds plugged potential conversation. Or maybe I looked old enough to be their mother (my shoes still weren’t doing me any favors). No matter the hang up, these students need to unplug and look up if they’re going to have use for the diamonds advertised on the campus kiosks (that was the only part of campus that hasn’t changed).