I applied to exactly one college in high school, Rice University in Houston, Texas. I never wanted to go anywhere else. I toured the college, interviewed with some alumnus, wrote an essay about my Grandfather (a Houstonian who had a day named after him!). I didn’t get accepted. At that point, it was summer and I had to scramble. I called University of Idaho and got in there (I sure wasn’t going to go to Bozo State!). I had been there for a few weeks in previous summer with the JET program (some sort of Engineering camp). I had hated it and went home early.

Eventually, U of I grew on me and became a home.