YSA wards: what’s not to love? They’re exciting, they’re fun, and they’re the purrfect place to make some fur-reaking awesome memories. But just like any ward, the YSA species has its quirks. From your weekly dose of “Marriage Prep” to those awkward calling catastrophes, our favorite well-dressed creatures from Disney’s Zootopia have the YSA basics covered.
You know you’re in a YSA ward when:
Your bishop’s favorite subject to speak on is marriage.
But he does it because he loves you and he wants you to be happy. <3 We love our bishops.
And he tends to assume that anyone you bring to church is your soon-to-be fiancé.
“Haha, actually she’s my cousin. No, no, it’s fine, we get that all the time.”
You specifically go shopping for the very first Sunday of the semester . . .
Gotta look good for all the new kids, ya know? (Just kidding.)
Because you’ve got to impress the cuties you’ve seen in the ward directory . . .
Don’t even deny it. We all know that’s what the ward directory is actually for. *wink*
Even though your own ward directory photo looks like this:
One of these days they’re gonna start bringing official photographers and professional lighting in. Until then, this is the world we live in.
YSA ward choir turnouts are slim.
Unless you’re in one of those super-musically-inclined wards—it happens!
But the line to bear testimonies on Fast Sunday is always huge.
For those of you who have first-hour sacrament meeting: should we even ask the Sunday School teachers to prepare a lesson on Fast Sunday?
And speaking of which, there’s ward break the fast.
It doesn’t even matter what they feed you, because break the fast is the best. Ask any lemming.
Your visiting teachers are like:
When your visiting teachers ask you what they can do for you, just try and convince us that the first thing you think of isn’t “bring me more treats, please.”
Your home teachers are like:
Don’t get us wrong, home teachers are great. But some of them are just so dang tall.
Trying to stay single is like:
It’s not easy, not with all those adorable young, single adults running around. It’s like someone planned this.
Trying to keep your roommate single is like:
“Come on, man! We agreed we were gonna be single together!”
Getting a calling is pretty awesome.
Especially if your calling is “ward cop.” Wait—that’s not a thing?
Unless your co-chair is . . . well.
Sloths are very capable creatures! But having one as your co-chair could be, um, well, a trial of patience.
Yes, Nick, that’s exactly what we’re saying.
After-church meetings can take forever.
Giving out all of those callings takes time (especially if the executive secretary is a sloth).
Quiet church meetings are the stuff of myth.
Because church times is social times. I mean serious times. I mean spiritual times. I mean . . . oh, never mind.
But at the end of the day, admit it—you’ve never had so much fun.
Even with all their quirks, you’ll never fur-get your YSA years. Enjoy them while you can!
For those of you YSA-ward “graduates,” what advice would you give the up-and-coming young single adults? If you could go back, what would you do differently?