How was the Citadel?
I ask because my oldest son is looking to go to a military school in the south and does not want a Penn state school or liberal school.
Hell the first year if you let the place get to you. It isn't called Alcatraz-on-the-Ashley for nothing.
Hell the second year. Knobs have to eat. 3rd Classmen don't.
Manageable the third year. You've got two classes underneath you to shove stuff off on.
Fourth year. 1st Classmen rule the world and can do no wrong. RHIP(Rank Hath Its Privileges.)
And if you are fortunate enough, as was I to date a girl who was an SOB (Those who live "South Of Broad" Street are referred to this way) you discover what the term "comfortable" means.
One word of instruction: It is The Citadel. Capital "T" in "The"
And in summation: The Citadel is a Hell of a place to be, but the one of the greatest places to be from.