Was born on the west coast, both folks from the west coast, but mostly grew up in KS. Had no in-state affiliations school wise. Had pretty elite standardized test scores so I was accepted to one Ivy League school and a few other really good schools and at the minimum planned to go out of state (folks paying for it). So my Dad and I decided to take a visit to KSU to create some sort of baseline and practice visiting schools before spending all this money to fly all over the country and look at other schools. Loved the people, loved the campus, and the engineering school was pretty kick ass. Just as we were getting on I-70 to head back to KC I looked around and basked in the glory of the Flint HIlls. I broke the silence and said "Dad, I want to go to K-State." I remember a solitary tear roll down his cheek. I think it was because of all the money he was going to save.
Anyway, I had spent some time at some other regional campuses (quite a bit of time in Lawrence) and my brother went to KU. Just didn't like it there. Felt like a loser school where you would go if you just wanted to smoke pot and get drunk and generally be a loser.