And it's not just me waving goodbye. I have the strange feeling that everyone should join me. If tradition holds, the building's a goner--since most of the buildings I grew to love at BYU have been destroyed.
T Hall of Deseret Towers, where I had my first taste of college and gained the freshman (never mind, you don't want to know how much weight I actually gained...love you Morris Center) is now only a happy memory. You can't tell that there ever was a room 311 where Meagan and I nearly never slept. There's only a lovely green lawn.
The KMB. How do I begin to describe the way I feel about that sprawling, ancient, fabulous building? With thespians in one side, computer geeks (and who knows what other outcasts got their offices in there) in the other, generously sprinkled with large spiders, bugs the color of Annie's hair, and perhaps some mice scattered generously throughout. Oh, that I had found the courage to discover where those multitudes of trap doors led--or followed the janitors into the basement just once. My favorite part was how far away the bathrooms were--perfect for my first pregnancy: I was always waddling across the building with my heels and growing belly, trying to not wet my pants or lose my lunch before I got there. With all of it's defects, there's a true nostalgia for that building, which once again has become a grassy field. So many friends, fun, and good times.
All right, that's only two buildings I loved that have been wiped off the face of the earth. But I really DID love them. The only other building I really got attached to is brand new--and GORGEOUS. I do love the JFSB as well, but since BYU just spent millions rebuilding that one, it is probably safe.
Which leaves the Marriot. Basketball games with CRAZY Bobberts, devotionals and forums, my first date with Mike, parking in that lot every day my senior year, and now TWO graduations (I may have forgotten to mention that I FINALLY finished my last class Independent Study style. Only four years for one class...it was starting to feel like NEVER, so I'm pretty proud). That building and I have a lot of history.
It would be sad to have another monument to my college years felled to the earth.
Although, after sitting through commencement with my knees crammed into the chair in front of me, the sacrifice loses some of its sting.
