My K-State Experience

Why I am a Wildcat...

I was originally an architecture major. After looking around, it was apparent that K-State was the place to go. I would get in-state tuition, I would only be 2 hours from home (far enough to be away, close enough to go home), and most of my family had attended K-State. I was further convinced when I recieved a leadership scholarship to attend K-State.

After my freshman year, I decided that I liked seeing the sun to much to be an architecture major. I looked into other majors that would utilize my presentation and communication skills. I was pointed to Public Relations by my brothers and after talking to a few folks in the curriculum, I decided it was what I wanted to do.

As an elective, I decided to take Principles of Advertising with Tom Gould. I loved the class so much I looked into taking more advertising courses and eventually decided to add advertising as a second major.

So now, as a junior in public relations and advertising with minors in leaderhip and possibly business, I expect to graduate in 5 years with a dual BA and a well-paying job. Hey, a man can dream, can't he?

Offices held while a Wildcat

• - Fall 1997- Student Senate Intern (Architecture)
• - Spring 1998- Student Sentor (Arts and Sciences)
• - Fall 1998- KSU Honor Council Representative
• - Spring 1999- Interfraternity Council PR Director
• - Fall 1999- Honor Council Communications Chair

What it means to me to be a Wildcat

I have loved every second of being a Wildcat. When I go back to Wichita East and talk to my old teachers and the few remaining friends that I have that still go there, my eyes light up when they ask me of what I think of Kansas State.

I've heard it described most accurately as "bleeding purple." That warm feeling you get in your heart every time you see the powercat on some little kid's shirt. The memories I already have of K-State are ones that will stay with me long after graudation.

The biggest one off the top of my head would be the K-State v. Nebraska match-up of 1998. I managed to get my mother a ticket (since she's a wildcat too) in the ICAT section. We were about 15 rows up, right on the 50-yard line. As the fourth quarter was coming to a close, and it was rather likely that we were going to win, I turned to my mom and told her that it would be in her best interest to get out while the mobs were somewhat contained. We agreed to meet back at the car, and she headed out.

I then headed down to the field. It was electric. People were screaming, the clock was ticking down, purple pride was glowing at a higher level than I had ever seen. Then I, along with a few thousand of my classmates rushed the field. Only problem was that the game wasn't over yet. We were quickly scurried off the field and the game came to a dramatic close.

Then the march for the goal posts ensued. I actually got to hang on them for a little while, but the thought of falling 30 feet onto the turf convinced me to move back and watch the glorious scene. As the goal posts headed out the north end zone, with students from all walks of life carrying them together, I couldn't help but sit back and think of how proud I was to be a Wildcat.