Well, it looks like it's going to be Guilford College near Greensboro, NC. It's a small liberal-arts college (much smaller even than his high school, which is much smaller than his high school in Houston)--very liberal, very artsy. It seems like the kind of place that students go to class barefooted, call their professors by their first names, and have permission to be smart. They sit out under the spreading trees and sketch and talk philosophy and play guitar--all of which impressed Mowgli a great deal. The school strongly articulates its Quaker heritage and values--tolerance, respect, diversity, etc.--which was apparently a drawback for some in the tour group but is exactly what Mowgli was looking for. It feels crazy to think that this is where I will be dropping him off in the fall . . . it feels so far away. But I knew as soon as we started walking around the campus that this is a place he will fit in and that feels good.
My teachers in high school were always telling me, "Just wait til you get to college . . . then you'll really fit in" which might have been true if I had chosen another college. But I loved Baylor and still do. We saw little Guilford onesies in the bookstore, so obviously there are generations of Guilford students who feel the same way.