I grew up in a wonderfully unique environment, although I didn’t always see it as awesome.
My home school district was often called the “black hole” by the students. We’d say: “once you enter West Valley you never move out.” Most people move away after graduation, but somehow you get sucked back in...growing up I didn’t know that it was cause of the unique sense of community we have. It’s like a country song: “Everyone knows everybody, and everybody calls ya friend.”
You’re always welcome to contribute-no matter how small and your problems no matter how daunting become everyone’s. In that environment you can achieve! our weaknesses were strengthened and our strengths were encouraged and appreciated. No one was ever forgotten. We would rally together for small victories, and mourn together over the tragedies.
Growing up there my idea of family wasn’t just blood or people who live in your house. Rather it is a family community.
In a community, the individual matters and is respected almost more than the group as a whole. At BYU, I’ve tried to re-create the same sense of community.
Study Groups. Meet at my apartment, making them dinner, and trying to get to know the individual more than the study materials.
Roommate Dinners. After all if you’re gonna live with them they should be your momentary family.
Volunteering.
BYU does a great job of collecting the world’s brightest students, which at times can make me feel rather dim. Yet, when I volunteer, perhaps I’m helping others where they can’t help themselves. We strengthen each other by the simple things, and I think Heavenly Father wants us to become strong family like communities because after all we are all His children.