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I remember how bad the food was at the MTC. You had to try to stick with hot dogs as much as possible.
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When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.
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I always got heartburn from the food on Sundays. One Sunday I decided to forgo the food that day. Still got the heartburn."To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail."
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We had these cards that had a $ balance on them. One Sunday I was starving and had no food in my dorm. I went down to the vending machine and swiped my card and "bought" a Hostess cupcake. While walking to the stairs one elder on that floor told me I shouldn't buy food on the sabbath. If I remember right I went back to the vending machine and bought a snickers bar."Discipleship is not a spectator sport. We cannot expect to experience the blessing of faith by standing inactive on the sidelines any more than we can experience the benefits of health by sitting on a sofa watching sporting events on television and giving advice to the athletes. And yet for some, “spectator discipleship” is a preferred if not primary way of worshipping." -Pres. UchtdorfComment
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If you lived in DT or Helaman, the food was the same as the MTC food...all of it was provided by BYU food services.Originally posted by SeattleUte View Post
my roommate worked for food services briefly and I must say, it is a very wise idea to have a close contact working for food services. every day he would bring food home from work.....we had Y sparkle in our fridge, we had those swedish meatballs and sauce that they would serve as apps at faculty events, and my favorite......if he worked on Saturday morning, he would sometimes bring back those mcdonald's-esque hashbrowns served at the dorms and at the wilk. Snickerdoodles and sugar cookies were a given, as well.
It was not uncommon for him to call us during work and simply say, "get over to the JKHB at 5:45PM. Go to room such and such..." That meant that the catered event was over and we were free to forage.
After a month or so, you began to see the same group of scavengers showing up all over campus. We were all roommates of food service workers. We grew picky, too. After awhile, if the event wasn't a full cater, we wouldn't even show up (meaning they were only serving apps as opposed to a full selection of those schaefer warming trays).
Interestingly, the only thing that always seemed to elude us was the ice cream. The warming tray food had to be disposed or donated. But since the ice cream was always served individually before the public touched the servings, they were supposed to bring the ice cream tubs back to the freezers. We almost never scored ice cream.
He eventually quit and took a job at the accounting lab. Boo!
Fitter. Happier. More Productive.
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I thought that was the spirit.Originally posted by WashingtonCoug View Post"Discipleship is not a spectator sport. We cannot expect to experience the blessing of faith by standing inactive on the sidelines any more than we can experience the benefits of health by sitting on a sofa watching sporting events on television and giving advice to the athletes. And yet for some, “spectator discipleship” is a preferred if not primary way of worshipping." -Pres. UchtdorfComment
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Tim enjoyed the nightly blessing of having a roommate who worked for Pizza Hut.Originally posted by TripletDaddy View PostIf you lived in DT or Helaman, the food was the same as the MTC food...all of it was provided by BYU food services.
my roommate worked for food services briefly and I must say, it is a very wise idea to have a close contact working for food services. every day he would bring food home from work.....we had Y sparkle in our fridge, we had those swedish meatballs and sauce that they would serve as apps at faculty events, and my favorite......if he worked on Saturday morning, he would sometimes bring back those mcdonald's-esque hashbrowns served at the dorms and at the wilk. Snickerdoodles and sugar cookies were a given, as well.
It was not uncommon for him to call us during work and simply say, "get over to the JKHB at 5:45PM. Go to room such and such..." That meant that the catered event was over and we were free to forage.
After a month or so, you began to see the same group of scavengers showing up all over campus. We were all roommates of food service workers. We grew picky, too. After awhile, if the event wasn't a full cater, we wouldn't even show up (meaning they were only serving apps as opposed to a full selection of those schaefer warming trays).
Interestingly, the only thing that always seemed to elude us was the ice cream. The warming tray food had to be disposed or donated. But since the ice cream was always served individually before the public touched the servings, they were supposed to bring the ice cream tubs back to the freezers. We almost never scored ice cream.
He eventually quit and took a job at the accounting lab. Boo!"Wuap's "problem" is that he is smart & principled & committed to a moral course of action. His actions are supposed to reflect his ethical code.
The rest of us rarely bother to think about our actions." --SolonComment
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Haha man where were you when I was on my mission? I could have used that to help investigators to recognize the spirit.Originally posted by Eddie Jones View Post"To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail."
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I wonder how many people used the vending machine to defeat the purpose of starvation sunday. Rules about that. Talk about hypocrites. One sabbath people were playhing some type of games during the evening like those types of bballs that are soft.
I went to buy a coke in the vending machine and heard it was breaking the sabbath in jest while they were playing games.Comment
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My companion in the MTC had one of those nerf hoops that you hang over the top of the door. We used to play full contact nerf basketball in the evenings to blow off steam. At one point, one of our instructors told us that such behavior was inappropriate in the MTC because "angels walked these halls."Originally posted by grapevine View Post
From that point on, our nightly games were renamed "killing angels," as in, "Wir werden Engel um zweiundzwanzig uhr umbringen."Comment
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That's awesome!Originally posted by statman View Post
Oh, and if I were an angel I'd play basketball too, along with golf."Discipleship is not a spectator sport. We cannot expect to experience the blessing of faith by standing inactive on the sidelines any more than we can experience the benefits of health by sitting on a sofa watching sporting events on television and giving advice to the athletes. And yet for some, “spectator discipleship” is a preferred if not primary way of worshipping." -Pres. UchtdorfComment
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I used my German for a different purpose. On my enormous Luther Bible they gave me upon entering the MTV, I had the MTC bookstore inscribe Elder "Einaugenenhosenschlange" or something like that. To the extent of my German at the time, I thought that roughly translated into Elder "One Eyed Trouser Snake."Originally posted by statman View PostPart of it is based on academic grounds. Among major conferences, the Pac-10 is the best academically, largely because of Stanford, Cal and UCLA. “Colorado is on a par with Oregon,” he said. “Utah isn’t even in the picture.”Comment
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