I think they hoped I would find a nice Mennonite guy to marry. Instead college was a time to find my radical roots. I was a music/theater major but I also took a class on social injustice and other such topics (Mennonites like to discuss those issues- peace and such) I wrote a piece on how class had affected my college experience. It could have been way harder hitting! Because racism was a much bigger issue. I left college without any real direction. Was I going to act? Find a husband? Sing? ?