I will never forget the day I met Andrea for the first time. It was my sophomore year of college, and she waltzed into class wearing a silk blouse, pencil skirt, and sky-high red pumps. The rest of us, in sweats and tennis shoes, spontaneously dissolved into dust bunnies in her regal presence. We quickly learned: 1. She could fly an airplane.2. She pronounced her name ON-drea, not ANN-drea, like the regular girls we knew. "We have nothing in common," I opined to my advisor."You two will be best friends by the end of the week," he said. And we were. Last night, talking to her on the phone more than 20 years since our first meeting, we reminisced about our college days when we were the bane of more than one professor's existence. Oh, we were good students, but we were sassy. Opinionated. Read next feature >