Rudolph described her years at UC Santa Cruz — a hippie school where the mascot was a banana slug and there was no football team, just an ultimate frisbee team. She confessed to being genuinely lost, both literally (the campus was mostly woods) and figuratively. It wasn't until her senior year, when her father asked about her post-graduation plans, that she finally admitted her dream of being on Saturday Night Live. Her honesty about having no direction after college offered reassurance to graduates feeling the same uncertainty.