I didn’t originally want to go to BYU. I thought of it as the school “all the Mormon kids go to,” and I’ve never particularly liked following the crowd. It was a good school, but I had lofty aspirations for an engineering program closer to what I considered “elite.”
Then, during my senior year of high school, I took the ACT, even though none of the schools I was interested in required it. BYU did. When applications came around, I figured I should at least apply. Just in case...
After the acceptance letters arrived from several schools, I prayed about where to go. The answer became increasingly clear and undeniable: I needed to go to BYU.
My five years there weren’t exactly smooth academically, especially compared with my high school experience. But some of the classes that stayed with me most were outside my major: two entrepreneurship classes, woodworking, and History of Creativity. I spent a couple of years on the SAE Mini Baja team and three playing baritone saxophone in the University Band.
There was also hiking, weekly skiing, downhill mountain biking in summer, and plenty of sporting events, especially football and gymnastics. My family and I are still big BYU fans.
And, somewhere in all of that, I met my wife. That part worked out particularly well.