18. 5 Eighteen-Year-Old girls + No Parental Law = Moderate Anarchy

     Coming to college brought many new freedoms that my roommates and I had never experienced before.  Obviously, since we attend BYU and keep the honor code, our excursions have been quite subdued compared to other universities.
     In high school, I had a curfew of 11 PM.  I had concerned, loving parents who hated to stay up late but could not go to sleep without knowing I was safe within the walls of home,  As a result, when I came to college, I took immediate pleasure knowing that I could stay out as long as I wanted.  Frankly,  my lack of night life was so extreme before coming to college that getting groceries from Macey's and going to Roll Up Cafe after midnight on a Thursday night provided a great adrenaline rush.


     Another college activity that would have gotten my knuckles rapped at home relates to our treatment of furniture.  Since residing in Heritage Halls, we have found great joy in dancing on the backs of couches and climbing kitchen counters to find food.  One weekend, my roommates and I decided that we had not seen enough of each other during the week.  To mend our separation, we carried all five of our mattresses into the living room to have a comfortable sleepover.  Since the end of September, our "adult" sleepovers have become ritual.  On another occasion, some of the guys in our ward discovered we could all see the TV better if we piled one of the couches on kitchen chairs and put a second couch in front of the "high rise" couch.  In comparison, at home, my siblings and I only can use the ottomans if our shoes are off; never would we climb on the backs of couches.
     Some of our college kitchen ventures would have been forbidden at home.  One night, with no better ideas for dinner, I tried spaghettios with tortillas.  I thought it was disgusting.  Surprisingly, I have not been the only one in my apartment to experiment in the kitchen. Bailey, has found solace in Kraft macaroni and taco meat and cream cheese with apples.  Katie has thoroughly enjoyed brownies in a cup, and McKenna often finds happiness in a plain tub of frosting and unbaked cake mix.  The worst kitchen undertaking was Kierra's goldfish and margarine.  Obviously, our parents would be ashamed if they knew the junk we were subsisting on.
     Lastly, at home, watching TV and movies was an activity to complete in spare time, usually in the company of others.  Since coming to college, seasons of Netflix have been completed between the hours of midnight and 2 AM.  Sometimes, all of my roommates will sit in one room with our laptops and watch different shows on Netflix.  

     For now, we are enjoying the process of living on our own.  The regime of the parents has been obstructed.  (Moderate) anarchy reigns...at least until next summer when we go home.