If you have read anything I have written in the past, you know me to be a staunch supporter of the traditional college experience. I had a great experience at Milligan College, a nondenominational liberal arts college. That experience still pays off for me vocationally and to a greater extent, relationally.
The Milligan College quad is not as flat as you may be picturing in your mind. It is set in the Smoky Mountains and when you walk between the student union and the cafeteria, you are likely to feel the burn in your quads. My time traversing that terrain twenty-five years ago still affects me nearly every day. This very evening, I was talking with a classmate who lives in Atlanta. My old roommate was at my house last weekend. It goes on, but I will spare you the details.
Twenty-five years later, I am very blessed to have a job helping colleges recruit high school students. This job is so rewarding and it was made possible, in no small part, by my time on that quad. My daughter will be a junior next year at William Jewell, a small private college. She loves it there. She hopes to get a job in nonprofit management and the placement rate her school boasts in that field is in excess of ninety percent. Traditional college has treated the Stewart family well.