On March 21st, our granddaughter Katie from Florence, SC invited us to join her and her dad (Bill) in Charleston, SC for "Acceptance Day" for high school seniors who have been accepted to the College of Charleston. She is 99.99% certain that this is where she wants to go to school for the next 4 years. Here you see us standing in front of the oldest building on campus, built in the 1790. Many of the older homes - such as the one pictured below have been remodeled inside and are used as dorms for upper classmen.Katie signed up for the newest dorm, pictured below. We got to tour the dorms rooms and they are so small! Most of the dorms are coed while many of the upper classmen love living in the old homes on campus. Very few cars on campus as it is expensive to rent a parking place. Freshmen are not allowed to have a car. Everybody rides a bike.
Here you see Katie getting acquainted with the school mascot, a cougar. Basketball is the main sport and they have a new arena on campus. After a barbecue lunch at the school, Jim, Bill and I toured the old historic district while Katie was busy with her Acceptance Day schedule.

Katie and are I pictured here in the Market Square, when vendors have booths nearly year round. We ate some good seafood near the market place, a hangout for students and faculty. The old cobblestone streets are bad for your feet.
Many of the old buildings are converted to classrooms and maintain the historic part of the campus, along with the old live oak trees and small yards.
Here you see Katie getting acquainted with the school mascot, a cougar. Basketball is the main sport and they have a new arena on campus. After a barbecue lunch at the school, Jim, Bill and I toured the old historic district while Katie was busy with her Acceptance Day schedule.

Katie and are I pictured here in the Market Square, when vendors have booths nearly year round. We ate some good seafood near the market place, a hangout for students and faculty. The old cobblestone streets are bad for your feet.
during the next 4 years.




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