There was a guy in the ward where I grew up who was a half-generation older than me. He was extremely cool, a handsome man, smart with a great personality, and we younger boys all sort of idolized him. (He later would be my SP and do a term as an AA70). From time to time he would mention a phenomenon that he claimed occurred at BYU, which he called senior panic. Senior panic is when you’re cruising along at the Y having a great old time and all of a sudden you realize it’s your senior year, and you haven’t managed to get married yet. And, knowing full well what the young adult singles scene is like back home (not much there), you begin to panic and get a little bit desperate to find someone to seal the deal with.
I got married myself just before my junior year (very BYU of me, I know; what can I say?), so I never personally experienced senior panic. And for a long time I was rather dubioius that such a phenomenon existed. That is, until one of the most bizarre nights of my BYU church life, where I experienced a perhaps less virulent strain, which we might call “End of School Year Panic.”
My student ward was having a fireside to mark the end of the semester; this would have been in April, I’m guessing. I brought a date to this event–the woman I would later marry. Notwithstanding the fact that I was clearly there with a date, at various times during the course of the evening four different girls basically hit on me (in BYU terms, that is–you know, laughing too hard at my jokes, stroking my arm familiarly while we talked, trying to figure out if there were a way we could get together over the summer, that sort of thing). I was stunned and wondered where these girls had been earlier in the semester. The most remarkable turn of the evening is when one of these girls sat next to me (she with her date to her left and I with my date to my right), and then she proceeded to rub her foot against my leg during the talk. I was paralyzed with confusion as to what the hell was going on and what I was supposed to do about it.
Only later did it hit me. These girls weren’t all that interested in me specifically. The school year was winding down, they were faced with the imminent prospect of going back to their homes far away with little Mormon population, and they were just panicking a bit. And then I realized that my childhood friend was right; senior panic is a real phenomenon.
Do any of you have any senior panic stories? I assume the same thing happens at BYUI as well; can anyone who attended there confirm or deny?