College was the polar opposite of high school. Full of freedom and liberal thinking and interesting minds and parties and friends and beer and the library until 2am. And fun. Lots of that.
The third Saturday of college, I got a tattoo on my left foot. In ways both symbolic and stupid, the 1/2 inch star was a tangible sign of my rebellion, my breaking out of the Kate Generation One in to the Kate I was always meant to be. (It also serves as my most tangible regret of
I began working at the University of Iowa Helpdesk, harnessing the little technological information that I had in to a job. (Several years and beers later, the guy that hired me admitted that they hired me for my people skills, not my tech skills). I loved my time at the HD, and while I still don't have many tech skills, I have friendships that have endured to this day, and many hilarious memories.
I was a member of Chi Omega sorority, and met two of my best girlfriends (and closest confidants) that I've ever had. I loved the women in my sorority, and for the first time in my life, had sisters. My sorority was among the best on campus, full of philanthropy and "best in grades" awards and socials with fraternities and community service. I lived in the house my sophomore and junior years.
I chose to major in Political Science, a degree that I declared on my UI application, and a choice I never wavered from. I enjoyed my poli sci classes, even though the grades I earned in those classes didn't always reflect this. In hindsight, I should have applied myself more to my studies, but I can't list this as a regret, because I learned so much about how to be a 19- 20- 21- year old, and at the conclusion of my time in Iowa City, I was ready to grow up. To be a grown up.
In addition to political science, I made the decision to get an English minor. My mother was an English major at the UI, and I loved to write, so it seemed a natural fit, and it really was. My creative writing classes were among the best grades I ever received, and I got high marks and accolades for some of the writing that I did about Mike Maloney.
At some point, my mom encouraged me to take a class from a teacher who had been popular during her time as a student at Iowa, Professor Jay Holstein. His popularity had continued to soar since then, and his classes were always hard to get in to. I finally got in to one during the Winter of 2004/2005, and took his "Quest For Human Destiny" an introductory level religion class. He was both a Professor and Jewish Rabbi, and his class lit me on fire. Over the course of the next 3 semesters, I completely tapped out the classes that he taught (six in total) and because of him, graduated with a minor in Religious Studies. He goes down in history as the best professor I ever had, and I don't even know if he was that good of a teacher. (He probably was). He was passionate about religion and the Bible and the Torah and his passion made me passionate. He re-instilled the idea of faith and religion and belief in God in to me (sorry Xavier).
On April 19, 2006, I met my friend Melissa for a quick lunch. Melissa and I were friends from high school, and we were both busy with classes and different sororities, but maintained a semi-regular standing lunch date that semester. We met around 2 in the afternoon and decided to go to Mickey's because they had a good afternoon special (on Margaritas, I think... because that's always a good idea at 2pm on a Wednesday). We walked in, and the place was packed. We were looking around, considering going some place else where we could get a seat, when a vaguely familiar face got Melissa's attention.
"Oh, that's my friend, we can sit with them", Melissa said to me.
She led me over, and re-introduced me to Scott Special.
And that's when college got really interesting.