I think we should be clear about exactly what the honor code is: Ernie Wilkinson's misguided attempt to eliminate hippies and hippy culture from the school via draconian means. Completely outdated now. The HCO reminds me nothing so much as the SS during WWII.
And in spite of the HCO, you can find anything at BYU you can find at a place like CU - sex (hetero and homo), boozing, drugs, you name it. It may be a little bit less prevalent, but it's there - and deeply underground. Sinners now have yet another reason not to confess to the proper authority or otherwise come clean about their misdeeds.
For the record, I was a complete straight arrow, save one night I fell asleep on my fiance's couch until 1:35 am on a Friday night on accident.
With that said, my HCO stories:
Story #1 - My sister was in Heritage Halls and was determined to be a good rule keeper. She loved incense, but knew you couldn't burn stuff in the apartment, so she (I kid you not) would burn it in her car. Her Draper-raised roommates couldn't tell the difference between Vanillaroma and Mary Jane, and reported her. My sis explained that one away with no consequences, but got bitter towards the entire idea, started hating the school and the church, became a classic feminist iconoclast, and is now an alcoholic.
Story #2 - While my fiance and I were trying to find a music site on the computers in the library, a bunch of nasty hardcore porn pop-ups started appearing. For every one I closed, two more would pop up. Eventually I had to do a hard reset of the computer. I was so scared that the HCO had monitored everything I did and was spying on my surfing habits that I preempted them by reporting myself. True story.
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