I have a theory. It isn't a complex theory nor is it astounding. But it is a lasting one. It's the idea that you never forget your last trip from Clemson as a student.
Sometimes it is taken alone, a car packed with books, clothes, and trinkets accumulated after four years at Clemson. Other times it is with family, the whole group caravanning back home, where that whole real world awaits.
But it's the biggest change—the one that comes when you return. No longer is it a return to college and a normal life. Instead, any trip back is for a specific purpose.