"If thou art accursed with all manner of obnoxious boys; if their attentions fall upon thee; if they tear thee away from the society of thy friends and father and mother and sisters; and thy best friend, for about six years, shall cling to thy garments, and shall say, Kelsey, Kelsey, why can’t you stay with us, we’re having a girls night? O, Kelsey, what is this boy going to do with you? And if then she shall be thrust away from thee by the ring of the doorbell, and thou be draggedst into a car, and a boy shall spend the night prowling around thee like an RM thirsty for marriage; and if thou shouldst be taken to romantic places, to the mountains for a picnic, and the sentence of marriage asked thee; If thou be unready; if the environment of BYU conspires against thee to say yes; if even your parents become your enemy; if the temple now looms over you, and all the elements of Provo combine to force you to say yes; and above all, if the very jaws of this boy shall gape open his mouth wide after thee, know thou, Kelsey, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good."
-- A girl in my writing class. (Name has been changed to preserve anonymity.)
