I wanted to attend Clemson long before I even knew it was a school. Perhaps this is why I find myself writing in Cooper Library two years after my graduation. I barely spent any time in Cooper as an undergrad, yet as I look around the nearly empty 6th floor on a summer afternoon -- with no reason to be here but nostalgia -- I feel at home.
The Clemson Family has a similar meaning to each of us, both young and old. Some were born into it, others decided to join at 18, and more are a part of it simply because they see how we celebrate in our Family: Football Saturdays.