At first I missed the Fall/Winter volume of students and by extension felt a range of annoyance<->ferocious irritation towards sports camps (who took over lower campus) and EFY and non-student families (who jointly control upper campus).
But now...? I don't know. I caught myself thinking it was adorable that there was a new batch of EFY kids on Monday. I think it's funny to watch how they change (the same ways every time) over a week. My favorite is Fridays when they're taking photos by the Benson and are already nostalgic about EFY being over (before it even is).
And the families! I love the families. Sure, they don't walk fast enough or know where the flow of traffic should head. But I love when kids walk out of the Bookstore clutching BYU-themed stuffed animals. I also loved it when a father of four stopped his wife and kids outside the Wilk and said to his wife, "This is where we met, right? Right here on this ramp."
The world turns on the tiniest things and the most nondescript concrete ramps. That's mostly what I learned yesterday, which was a dozily hot July day. I also learned how to say "I had..." or more accurately, "There was near to me..." in Russian, but that part doesn't make as good of a story.