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.