Freckled Freedom

According to Urban Dictionary , Ginge rs are defined as:  A human, characterized by pale skin, freckles and bright red hair. "Gingers" are generally considered to be inferior to their more melanin-rich brethren, and thus deservingly discriminated against. Gingers are thought to have no souls. The condition, "gingervitis" is genetic and incurable.  Up until Freshman year of college, I had thought the term ginger referred to the pungent root used in cooking and traditional medicine; The fiery lump that the dining hall squished in with their " SUSHI " (or whatever it truly was); The flavoring Schweppes used in my ales to help soothe my stomach back in the days of plastic bags lining my locker because of daily morning sickness; The main squeeze on Nickelodeon's As Told By Ginger; The Spice Girl that got away.   Then in my first year at Binghamton University, I was deemed a "ginger." Naturally, I thought the world found me spicy... zesty... ful...

Well hello there. I am Kourtney, Kourtney T. Smith. Some call me KTS, others prefer Kourtney with a K.  Occasionally I'll get a ginger, red, big red, little red, or even a Colleen or two. Yesterday Stewart, a customer who asked me to make his iced tea "brown like [his] skin" said I was "the right kind of person."  Tonight a woman envying my hair deemed me "delicious" while Patrick Sparrow, with his black eye patch, claimed I was a "flower child." All in all... I am a 22-year-old-restless soul. "I am a child of the universe." And why am I writing? Well... I think the better question is, why are you reading? It's because I'm pretty damn interesting, isn't it?  This past May I came to the end of yet another chapter in my life: the college years.  I clicked my heels in the air, cum laude style, with my Theatre and English degrees and a large dunkin iced coffee in hand. And now where am I?  Behind a bar, being to...