Heritage Hall Surveys

My, would we ever get bored. We pray and ponder and figure out what the hell we should do to alleviate the boredom of being stuck in Provo. Hey, let's go randomly knock on doors and ask people for crackers. Sounds great, let's go. We'd head up to Heritage halls which were apartment like dorms up the hill from Helaman. Mostly it was lived in by a variety of females, so it was a good fit. We decided we'd tally a number of things. First how many people would actually let us in and give us crackers? Second, what type of crackers would we get. Third, were the chicks hot, thus requiring follow up surveys. If memory serves correct, we'd be let in about 95% of the time. The remaining 5% would look upon us as serial rapists or that they didn't speak English or some other bizarre trait. Mormons tend to be overwhelmingly friendly so we entered into the households with glee. The types of crackers were for the most part saltines. Not stale, but rather dry and bland. Occasionly, a wheat thin or ritz would show up from the top of a fridge where the majority of crackers were stored. Why does humanity feel that crackers need to be stored on top of a refridgerator? A study should be made on this phenomena. For the most part, the third issue of hotness was answered relatively easily. Most were your basic average BYU coed, cute for the most part, but no super models. They were left for either Helaman or Deseret Towers. Heritage tended to be the UTAH/IDAHO friendlies that were fun loving and cool. We met a lot of people this way, staying friends with many through out the years. Hell I dated one for several years. She was great, ending not so well, but no ill will. I think she married a Spanish major named Bill and moved to Missouri. Not sure.

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[Porgo]

lest you not forget, the luscious Debbie was living in Heritage back in the day. too bad we never stopped by for crackers while she was in the middle of one of her "flaming nudist" escapades.

[josh]

In a similar fit of freshman boredom, and under the influence of Camper Van Beethoven - Where the Hell is Bill? we decided to conduct a survey and see if anyone else knew where the hell bill was. Surprisingly, a lot of people did know.