Showing posts with label BYU. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BYU. Show all posts

Sunday, March 28, 2010

In response to my previous entry...

I find my previous entry deserves a bit more explication. It is much too terse, wouldn't you agree? Readers, if you find me writing with a sort of 18th century Jane Austen tone, I give my utmost apologies, as Mr. Darcy has been on the brain with more fervor than usual.

Before I begin my impending tirade, I must caution you that I hope I do not come off as conceited. I will explain further why you should not judge me as being so.

People expected me to be married by now....


and I don't necessary believe it had anything to do with my own merits as a person. I don't believe myself to be any prettier, more talented or well-bred than any other girl who graces BYU's campus. I think it is the result of an erroneous, yet widely propagated belief that girls at BYU are bound to find their eternal companion (Mormons believe marriage is sealed both here and the afterlife) if they play everything just right. My own mother once exclaimed, "We sent you to BYU with high hopes you would find a husband, and here you come back with nothing!" In that instant, I felt like I had been relegated to the position of an 18th century woman, her speech resonated with something Elizabeth Bennet's mother would have said. My family situation is a unique one; I am the youngest of 4 and quite often called "the surprise." My significantly older siblings have established marriages and an abundance of children. 2/3 found their spouses while attending BYU, so it would only seem natural that I would follow suit.

To a fault, I felt many unnamed individuals would harass me about marriage prospects and plans. Our conversations would often weigh more heavily on the actual event of marriage, instead of focusing on the person whom I was dating or the relationship we had formed. It was always, "When are you getting married," instead of the more germane question, "How is your relationship?" The marriage pressure seemed even further intensified by my many visits to Facebook and the deluge of wedding invitations that would be sent to me. No doubt, I was happy for my friends' success in finding a compatible partner, but at the same time, I wondered if I was to be the minority of husbandless girls on campus. It is funny how we tend to dismiss a person's happiness as real, merely because we have not experienced it. I suppose it is a coping method we as humans employ. I will not pretend I have failed to fall victim to these coping strategies, though I am less plagued by them as I was before. They [my friends] can be happy as married folk, and I can be equally happy as a single person.

I think an analysis of the actual statistical data can help us realize how far-fetched our beliefs are. I refer to the following article:

Study focuses on BYU marriage perceptions

Daily Universe Staff Reporters
29 Apr 2005

By SAMANTHA HALL and LACEY HOLMES

The story is legendary: a BYU couple meets, gets engaged and is married in a matter of a few months.

Recent studies have shown, however, this may not typically be the case.

A group of BYU students in a communications research class studied the perceptions and realities of marriage at BYU recently and found surprising results.

Over 250 selected participants were surveyed during winter 2005 semester to study marriage and dating norms at BYU.

“We found that overall, BYU students’ perception of marriage was skewed from the actual statistics,” said researcher Michelle Haw, a 21-year-old advertising major, from Toronto.

The study focused on the age of students at the time of marriage, the length of their engagement, and the amount of time they had spent dating.

When asked at what age most students were married, respondents guessed the ages to be 23 years for males and 20 years for females.

According to the study, however, the average ages were actually 23 for males and 22 for females. This shows a two-year gap in perception for women’s age.

Respondents perceived engagement length to be four months, but the survey results indicated that the actual length was five months.

“I think there are a lot more lengthy engagements, but you hear about more short ones,” said BYU graduate Justin Henrie.

With an even larger difference, dating length was perceived to be nine months. The survey indicated that it was actually a little over 14 months.

“Everyone’s dating,” McIntire said. “You hear so many more stories of people dating and getting engaged than, ‘I’m single.’ You hear the extremes.”

The study also showed that the older the respondent was, the higher they perceived marriage age to be.

“They’ve been dating longer, they’ve probably been in more relationships, and they’re still not married,” said Nicole Elder, an 18-year-old freshman, from Highland. “People base their assumptions on their experiences.”

According to official BYU statistics, 22 percent of the student body is married. In contrast, survey respondents guessed the percentage to be 40 percent.

“I think it has to do with the BYU culture,” said researcher Camille Jensen, a senior from Plano, Texas, majoring in communications. “Marriage is such a huge thing. It’s ingrained in every aspect of BYU. People hear that; they come to BYU and they expect to get married just because that’s how it is. You come to BYU to get married.”

Irene Adams, a professor of communications who oversaw the project, believes the study was conducted correctly and professionally.

“The survey was clear and unbiased,” Adams said. “The sampling process was random and appeared to be representative of the student body at large, even though the sample turned out to be smaller than was planned. So the results should be considered accurate.”

Adams also said she felt the findings reflected a significant difference between reality and perceptions.

“This goes along with (researchers’) belief that there is a perception that dating and marriage at BYU occur much more quickly than may actually be the case,” Adams said.

DISCLAIMER: This survey does not claim to be completely accurate, and it may have some bias from differing research factors.
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In 2009, only 25% of the daytime student body could claim a married status (OIT/SAAS T19, Institutional Studies). I guess the remaining 75% of the student body escape my Facebook friend's list ;).

To my single ladies, I believe there is purpose behind our single status, and whatever that purpose may be, I hope we will devote our time towards finding it and fulfilling it. Your worth is not determined by your dating/marriage status.

As for me, I guess it's high time to go on a mission...since I'm 22 with no marriage prospects and obviously a complete and utter menace to society. Just kidding...I'm enjoying my time working in Las Vegas and preparing for graduate school. I have been immensely blessed in finding work related to my major and finding a cozy place to live with a most amiable roommate.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Thoughts that keep me up at night...

I graduated from BYU. I'm not married. Whoa...

Monday, December 8, 2008

Just in time for my last year...

The "How BYU are you?" Survey

77 questions.

[X] You have been kissed at least once (mind you, I've noticed that more girls at BYU haven't been kissed when compared to the college average, must be that whole, "save your kisses" spiel)
[_] Your first kiss was on campus
[X] You've had a boyfriend/girlfriend
[_] You lived in the dorms your freshman year
[_] You went to Homecoming or Preference
[X] You hiked the Y
[_] You've taken a social dance class
[X] You regularly attended FHE for at least a semester
[_] You've participated in Choose to Give
[_] You've been to Liberty Square for a party at least once
[X] You've driven around south of campus for at least 20 minutes trying to find a parking spot
[_] You know the cougar fight song
[X] You've crossed the crosswalk without using the flags or biked through a red light
[X] You've been to Friday Night Live
[_] You've performed or witnessed an act that made it onto Police Beat
[X] You've been on a "date" to the bell tower or duck pond
[_] You've been to the Bean Museum for FHE
[X] You've been to Divine Comedy
[_] You've been to International Cinema
[_] You are engaged
[_] You are married
[_] ...in the temple
[_] You were previously engaged/married
[_] You have kids or are expecting kids
[_] Your birth parents are still married (what does this have to do with being more BYU-ish?)
[_] ...in the temple
[X] You have at least three siblings
[_] You've taken a marriage prep or relations class
[X] You've taken at least one religion class that is not based on the scriptures
[_] You have slept on a couch in a restroom
[X] You have been to the BYU Creamery
[_] You have been in one of the BYU choirs
[X] You've been on a date to Fat Cats
[X] You have read Twilight
[X] ...book 2
[X] ...book 3
[_] ...book 4
[X] ...seen the movie
[_] ...more than once
[_] You've waited in line at the Bookstore for the Harry Potter or Twilight book premiere
[X] You have seen The Singles Ward or Sons of Provo
[_] You have walked out of a movie you found morally reprehensible
[X] You know where the "chastity line" is (??!??!??)
[X] You can finish the phrase "Nothing good happens after ______"
[_] You read the Daily Universe at least 3x a week
[_] ...and it's the only newspaper you read
[X] You've personally known someone who was reported to the Honor Code Office
[_] You've participated in or watched a Mr. BYU contest
[X] You've received personal revelation that he/she is "the one" (or been told this)
[_] ...and told him/her about your revelation (or been told this)
[_] ...and then they rejected you (or rejected them)
[X] You've been to the Nickelcade
[X] You've been to Classic Skating
[X] You've ignored your parents' phone calls for at least 3 days
[_] ...and then they called the University Police
[_] You've been pulled over by the University Police
[X] You watch The Office religiously
[_] You mostly wear jeans and t-shirts or plain fitted shirts
[X] You own at least 3 things from American Eagle or Hollister
[_] Your sacrament meeting is a fashion show/scam session
[X] You've been on a date to the Provo River
You've kissed in a...
[X] ...campus parking lot
[X] ...Provo Canyon or Squaw Peak
[X] ...on temple grounds
[X] ...on a couch as soon as your roommates left the room
[X] You think UVU is not a real university
[_] You hate U of U with a passion


FOR GIRLS (don't answer if you're a guy)
[X] You own knee-length shorts
[X] You regularly wear camisoles/undershirts for modesty reasons
[_] You are a MFHD, RMYL, Elementary Education, or Exercise Science Major
[_] Your major crush ended up dating a MFHD, RMYL, Elementary Education, or Exercise Science major
[_] You have had at least one roommate who is in hair or dental school
[_] You own The Italian Job or The Princess Bride
[X] You wear makeup at least 3x a week
[X] You do something with your hair (other than brush it/ponytail) at least 3x a week
[_] You went or plan on going on a mission
[_] ...because you couldn't get married


FOR GUYS (don't answer if you're a girl)
[_] You shave every (or almost every) morning
[_] You know when your hair is "too long"
[_] You know what the "divide by 2 and add 7" dating rule is
[_] ...and you follow it
[_] You've dated freshmen girls as a RM
[_] ...when you already knew better
[_] You've used the phrase "On my mission..." to a girl
[_] At least 3 girls have baked cookies or meals for you
[_] You went or plan on going on a mission
[_] ...because you wanted to get married


TOTAL: 37

A: 68-77
B: 60-67
C: 53-66
D: 45-52
F: 44 or below.

I SCORED AN F! PHEW! I was scared this place was gonna suck me in!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

My interpretation of my strange dream...

If you haven't gotten the chance to read about my strange dream, see the previous post.

Most people that know me know that I have a strong interest, bordering on an obsession, with the topic of race. It didn't become a full-blown obsession until I entered adolescence, and more specifically, BYU. Race didn't have much relevance in my life before; didn't notice it much and didn't care to notice it. I've always considered myself American and I've never made a differentiation between my nationality, my ethnicity, and my race. I don't particularly like being reminded that I am somehow different from the majority of Americans. Since entering BYU I have been subject to a slew of ignorant comments. I cannot necessarily call them prejudiced because I really don't know their purpose or intent was; perhaps sheer ignorance. Once I was sitting in BYU's Marriott Center (which is our sports arena) about to hear our former prophet speak some words, when a boy and girl behind me started to make fun of Asians and their "funny" accents. I sat there, so completely shocked and appalled; wanting to say something but not knowing quite what. Once while driving in my car with my windows down a group of boys drove next to me and shouted, "Do you have any rice, can you give me some rice?" Sure, I could laugh such experiences off, but I can't shake the feeling that I get whenever these incidents occur: I AM DIFFERENT. And in these cases, those differences were substantial enough to subject me to harassment.

But in reality, those differences are very inconsequential. Race is simply a social construct; something that has been manipulated to mean much more than it should. Any differences in hair or skin color, eye shape, or nose width accounts for 2% of our genetic makeup. Race is only important if we give it importance and meaning. The symbolism behind race is so entrenched in our society that we can easily conjure up words that stereotypically define a Black (gangster), Latino (illegal), and Asian (nerd). Furthermore, race is often incorrectly associated with culture. If a person is Asian, an assumption can be that they are a part of "Asian culture." There are many Asians who no longer reside in their nation of origin and that have assimilated themselves into American institutions and belief systems. Many American born Asians are entirely unfamiliar with Asian culture and fully embrace the American way of life.

I am an American. I don't like it when people try to question this. When people ask me where I'm from, and refuse to be satisfied with the honest answer of 'Las Vegas,' I get angry. I am from Las Vegas. I was born and raised in Las Vegas. If you're asking me where I'm from because you think it'll help you understand me and the culture I come from a little better, you are wrong. I was raised with the Protestant work ethic while given hopes that I too, could one day achieve the American dream. I'm capitalistic. I don't plan on giving my parents money when they grow old. (Don't worry mom and dad, I will take care of you if you're sick and dying :)) I don't tell people what I think to their face. We didn't have a rice cooker in my house while growing up. McDonald's Happy Meals sustained my life as a child. I didn't learn the Chinese language until only recently and my American accent can still be heard from miles away, in fact, it still reverberates around the streets of Nanjing (I went to Nanjing, China for a study abroad in the fall). When I visited China for my first time, I, like my fellow white Americans was in a total state of culture shock. Furthermore, the Chinese didn't accept me as one of their own, myself being too American. In short, don't associate race with culture. In fact, don't associate race with anything.

I don't appreciate it when White Americans refer to themselves as Americans and then classify me as something else. Like today, one of my professors used the term Americans to describe Whites living in America. If anything, America is becoming something very non-White. Don't assume that America is one WASP nation under GOD. It is and will forever be much more than that.

To clarify, my interest in race started when I began to see that others saw me as different from the majority. I am not suggesting that everyone views me this way. In fact, many of my friends have told me that they don't see me as being different in any way.

SAD SIDE NOTE: Studies show that adolescents and their friend circles tend to become more racially homogeneous as they get older. In college, the rift between racial groups becomes especially evident. Prejudice and racism actually increases as individuals grow older. I've always found that to be a bit ironic, being that in college we tend to become more culturally educated (I hope). It doesn't make it any easier when you attend college that is very racially homogeneous to begin with. My belief is the more exposure you have to different races, the more opportunities you will have to see that people don't fit into cookie cutter constructs; the more you will be able to see that race predicts nothing. So I end on this, "DIVERSITY IS GOOD!"

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

My last year at BYU...

EDITED 2.28.2009
I'm not satisfied with my opening entry, so I'm going to redo it. I already deleted a good part of it, but I've salvaged my list of firsts. New and improved entry to come.
EDITED 8.24.2009
I realized I'm too lazy to edit this entry. Enjoy the entry that makes no sense because I cut out half of it.

Anyways, this entry wasn't supposed to be about love, I'll touch upon that at a later time. I wanted to reminisce a bit about the past three years at Brigham Young University. I will be graduating in approximately a year and three months (not so approximate, really). BYU and I have always had a complex love/hate relationship, though lately I've been neutral than anything. I went to BYU for the wrong reasons but I'm beginning to see that even when your beginnings are wrong, your endings can be right. I want to end right; at peace with myself and at peace with the university that I have struggled to remain at for three years. For starters, I'd like to list all the opportunities I've had while attending BYU:
1. I learned to speak Chinese. White-washed no more...I've got a little Asian culture in me!
2. I went to China. This was the crowning moment of my college career. Standing on the Great Wall, letting the smells of autumn time in Beijing overtake me, being satisfied with knowing I had come full circle.
3. I met some of my best friends. You know who you are and you know why I love you.
4. I met that special someone.
5. I discovered Mormon culture, for better or for worse.

(more to come)

Some of my firsts while in college:
1. I went sledding.
2. I went snowboarding.
3. I hiked the Y mountain.
4. I did my laundry.
5. I cooked a legitimate meal; Harry can attest to this.
6. I cooked a pretty damn good tasting meal; Harry can also attest to this.
7. I went canoeing.
8. I went kayaking in the ocean.
9. I color coordinated and decorated my room.
10. I took on the job as a server.
11. I worked retail. (NEVER AGAIN!)
12. I competed in a Chinese speech competition.
13. I had a snowball fight.
14. I fishtailed my car.
15. I played beer pong, king's cup.
16. I had a toga party.
17. I had a mocktail party.
18. I played tennis like tennis should be played.
19. I played Rock Band, Guitar Hero.

(more to come!)

I also participated in some other illicit behavior that I will not post on a public blog for fear of repercussions.

Vivete, amate, ridete

LOVE,
JESSICA