I have seen the enemy… and it was red. And not nearly as
bad as I expected!
The occasion was a college tour with my son of the
University of Utah. The home of the Utes!! Arch enemy of the BYU Cougars. The
only thing I really knew about them is that their black and red football
uniforms scared me a little bit when they were on the football field. But I put
on my big boy pants and drove my son into the mouth of the beast for a two hour
tour of the university. As a side note, the enemy validates parking for
visitors. That was cool!
Jeffrey and I were able to see lots of buildings with
names and gathering areas with names and trees with names! Yes, with the U of U
being a designated State arboretum, every tree was labeled, making it easy for
students to find their way around and conversations like this very typical…
“You’re looking
for the Life Sciences building? Easy! Take a left at Aesculus Glabra and it’s
about 125 pinecones past the Sequoiadendron giganteum”
“Thanks, Dude, you’re a lifesaver!”

The library was to coolest building on campus. One of the
guides, a sophomore, said he didn’t know much about the building because he
didn’t like reading (this appeared to give several prospective students some
hope) so handed the tour to the freshman guide who made it clear that she loved
this place. The library housed not only the library of books one would expect,
but so many study areas, public and private, that my mind was boggled! “Dad!!
Time to move on!”, my son pulled me out of the study area boggle and we then
saw the computer lab area. It was huge! The sophomore non-reading tour guide
told us that students could write on the glass walls of the public and private
computer lab study areas with dry-erase markers. We didn’t actually see anyone
doing that, but the non-reading tour guide assured us that if we did it, we
almost assuredly would not get caught.
After we saw all there was to see, the students were all
given a U of U pen to fill out a survey card. The pen looked really cool so I
tried to pretend I needed one too and I almost got one but when I reached for
it, my jacket parted enough to show the BYU shirt I was wearing. They asked my
son to come alone next time.
