*Basics*
Name: Kevin Choi
Year: Senior
Major: Finance
Birthday: June 12, 1992
*UIC Life*
What are you involved in on campus? Tau Kappa Epsilon, Project Lead, & Intramural Sports.
What do you love about UIC? The city life is amazing. The people are different, many types of bars, and tons of restaurants.
What do you dislike about UIC? Commuter school and I wish Greek Life was bigger.
What’s your favorite class you’ve taken? Finance 444-Small Business. I finally had a professor that I can understand and I learned how to start my own business. He was straight to the point. Good professor with lots of stories.
Are you looking forward to graduation? Why/Why not? No because it’s scary to start real life and I am going to miss my undergrad years, but yes because I want to see where the next chapter in my life takes me and start supporting my future family and give back to TKE.
*Fun Facts*
Favorite music: Classic throwbacks
Hobbies: Chillin, golfing, watching movies, and reading.
Favorite chick-flick: Crazy, Stupid, Love
Dream job: Own a restaurant with bar – very successful in the city of Chicago
If you could have dinner with ANYONE (dead or alive), who would it be and why? “Mahat Patel, a brother who passed away this past summer, because when he left we left on a strong relation. I would want to talk about them females, frat, sports, anything!”
*Love Life*
Interested in: Depends on the day… kidding, women.
Single or taken: Single
Celebrity crush(s): Jennifer Lawrence
Dealmaker: You can tell she squats.
Deal breaker: Stuck-up personality
Dream Date: It’s two days before Christmas. I pick her up. We drive to downtown Chicago. Park the car in valet. We walk around the city, sipping on Starbucks coffee. Watch the snowfall, with the lights glimmering from the buildings. The Christmas tree is tall and beautiful. We eat Fogo de Chao and drink enough wine to make us feel good. Then we head off to see Wicked. I have front row seats and we laugh, cry, and have the best time of our lives. We leave so I can drop her off. I hesitate for a second and finally get the urge to kiss her. And then I’d get some.
RIP Mahat Patel.