So, you're 16? you must be like, super smart.

a chronicle of a young freshman

This is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside-down.  Long story short:
I graduated early from high school.  Did some extra work.  Didn't take any electives.

Now, I'm 16 and in college.  Brigham Young University, to be specific.  "16 and in College" sounds like a more positive, inspiring offshoot of MTV's 16 and Pregnant.  I've always been the youngest kid in my class because I skipped preschool.  But nothing could've prepared me for being the youngest out of like 30,000 students.
There are a bunch of interesting circumstances I find myself in as a result of the age gap.  Here are a few examples.

1. I can't sign things for myself.  Like waivers.  Everybody else can sign their own waivers.  Me?  No.  I need to take a trip up north and visit my parents to get a waiver signed.  A week's notice is required if I want to risk my life/health.
2. I don't have a driver's license yet.  The problem is clear here, right?  No explanation needed?
3. Talking to girls is like trying to sneak into a bar.  Not that I have experience in the latter, but if my age comes up in conversation it's an instant shutdown.  Usually, they'll say something like the title of this post, and then "It was nice meeting you!" and then pat me on the head like a little brother.  Okay, that last thing never happens, but it sure feels that way.
4. My professors expect a lot more of me.  This isn't necessarily a bad thing.  I just need to work harder than everyone.

If you direct your attention to the slide show below, you'll see some scenery, some mid-century modern architecture, and crowds, which are a thing now.  I went from a school of 450 to a school of 30,000.  Paradigm High is 1.5% of BYU.  Think about that. 

That concludes this post.  There will be more stories of excitement and peril coming soon.  I need to go study.  Which is also a thing in college.  Who knew you'd actually need to study to get good grades?