Alien life

I've had to deal with a few college-age kids this past week. and sometimes adjusting to life away from home is a little bit difficult. I remember feeling like Rusty my freshman year. And my sophomore year...and junior year...and so on. In fact, on Monday I pulled in to the booth at the visitor parking lot on the BYU campus and the attendant took one look at me and said, "No way are you a student. Go ahead and park anywhere on the first four rows." So much for feeling like one of the Collective.