AND all of them had babies. Babies, toddlers--they were being pushed and pulled, toted and carried by people who look like they're my age. BYU is weird.
NOT only were the sidewalks and stairs clogged, the buildings were breaking at the seams. There were so many people, just standing in hallways, thinking it was a perfectly normal time to stop and talk to Caroline, your old roommate from sophomore year: "Like, OMG! It's been forever! Tell me your whole life story while I stand here, selfishly causing a traffic jam. Time? Oh, I totally have time! Don't mind the crowds around me--you are so important right now! So let us stand together and chat about the economy and health care and the newest episode of Barney." Ya, don't mind me. I'm only pressed up against a wall so tightly, black spots are floating across my vision and I don't know which way is up and which was is down. Thank you.
BUT I eventually managed to wriggle out from that position, pushing through a mountain of backpacks and a sea of very wet people, into a classroom of, oh, just 500 students. Summer, my biggest class was one of thirty students. Now I was sitting in the auditorium I had NSO in, and it's a class. There were thirteen TA's.
THE whole day, I couldn't help but laugh at all the people. I was just in shock. The babies, the parents, the freshmen, the I-can't-believe-a-freshman-is-looking-at-me-right-now--it was a crowd. I came home just to get away. 30, 000 people; I never realized it would be so dense. I don't even want to talk about the bookstore.
IT was worse than Disneyland.