I started out at Francis Marion University with the intention of transferring out, which never happened. I wanted to start small and maybe branch out to a larger school… but once I got there, I actually really, really enjoyed being there on campus and everything. I liked my instructors and the people that I met, so I made it home. The thing that stood out for me in my experience at FMU was that if I had transferred I would’ve never met my husband my last year there. Interestingly enough, my husband and I had been on the same campus for at least two years before we met, but we never crossed paths until the fall semester of my senior year. He was on his way to his science class in the Leatherman building I was leaving the business school, heading to the University Center. We crossed each other while walking on the sidewalk in between the buildings. I didn’t notice him, but he noticed me. Whenever I got to the University Center, I sat down. He was standing there, and he introduced himself to me. We’ve been married for 17 years, and we have been together for 23 years. It means a lot to me, because I got to enjoy what happened because of that experience. Because of my time there, my life today wouldn’t necessarily be the life that I have. I met my husband, and through that, I have my children that I love so much. I have work that I love to do. I can’t imagine that any of that would have been the thing had I chosen a different path. In fact, I wouldn’t have wanted it to be anything different.