Campus Tours 101

By Bernadette Cooper

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6

Greetings prospective Baylor parents! I joyfully write this blog to assist you and your child in navigating college visits and campus tours. Below are some pieces of advice/insights/encouragement that I can recall from the 50+ campus visits that I’ve done with my daughter — the last being our trip to Baylor Nation in April 2016.

  • Seems quite obvious but a campus visit is a mandatory first step. It will be confirmed if this is the future home of your daughter/son. Believe that.
  • Plan ahead! We scheduled visits while my high schooler was on spring break and summer vacation (make sure the campus will be open and receiving visitors/conducting tours during this time). If time and money allow, visit a second time to discount any ‘honeymoon’ feelings during the first visit.
  • Attend the tour and stick around for the financial aid presentation. Most schools offer a walking tour followed by a Q&A portion that provides information on what the school is seeking in a prospective student, how to apply and get accepted, and financial/scholarship aid information.
  • Ask questions, lots of them, of everyone you meet. Many folks are willing to share their experiences. Ask the typical ones (# of tenured professors, class size, teacher/student ratio, campus safety) as well as the off-script ones (retention rate of the freshman class, diversity, graduates with employment offers). Chat with students, and not just those providing the tour. Politely ask the student sitting in the quad or in one of the buildings what his/her experience has been. More specifically, ask what brought them to that school in particular. And take notes — this will help down the road when all the schools begin to blend together. You’ll want to know what stood out about each one.
  • Visit the department(s) of your child’s intended major(s) — Talk with everyone you can, from the department chair to professors to students. Collect and read ALL THE LITERATURE you can on the school, the area, etc.
  • Attend a class as that will provide first-hand experience with regard to class size, curriculum and expectations.
  • Connect with at least one person on the staff (i.e., admissions counselor) and get their business card — they will serve as your liaison for any additional questions you may have post-visit.
  • Respect the dates!! This is not the time to procrastinate. There are tasks that must be completed by student and parents. Don’t delay when it comes to the deadlines.
  • Enjoy the experience. Can you envision your child thriving in this community, calling this campus/community home for four years while earning a degree and living on purpose, both academically and socially?

Where did summer go?! MOVE-IN DAY, Baylor style

Our Packed Car

By Bernadette Cooper

“Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.”  1 Peter 5:7

The first day of college is but a week away. The epic trip to Waco to drop off my favorite college freshman, my bear cub as I’ve affectionately nicknamed her after she committed to Baylor in late April, is underway. In the blink of an eye, college went from being a few months away to next week.

Baylor had us biting our nails up to the last minute as we waited (not so patiently) for dorm assignments. Granted, Savannah committed to Baylor on the last day of the deadline, May 1st, but why weren’t they more prepared for the incoming freshman class? Each correspondence from housing was met with a sigh as she thought it would be the email stating the dorm and roommates she’d been waiting weeks and months for. But God. I encouraged Savannah to give her worries and cares about her dorm room to God in prayer. He cares about every aspect of you…including your room assignment in college. I knew with an assurance that God (and Baylor) would come through. And come through they did! God was all in it: she would land herself in a sweet dorm with two wonderful girls. East coast Savannah, Texas native and West Coast were represented. The girls touched base via texts prior to the start of the school year, making sure they had everything necessary for their triple room.

Trip number two to DFW airport felt much, much different. I travelled down with her, knowing that I would be travelling back home without her. I’ve never been away from her for more than two weeks.

Savannah and I arrived in Waco a full week before classes began. Two large suitcases filled with clothes and memories from home and high school were all she packed. We visited Walmart every day for the next 6 days loading up on personal hygiene items, blankets, munchies for the roommates and above all, cleaning supplies.

Move-in day for freshmen is unlike anything I’ve seen. I’d heard the stories but was a little skeptical. It rained each day that first week in Waco. Liquid sunshine, as my friend Fran likes to call it. It was all good.

The process of moving in was nothing short of engineering genius. Time slots for every freshman student in every dorm were issued. Countless fellow Bears and staff are on hand. We pulled up to her dorm…her new home for the next year. We’d visited the day before to get a sneak peek of what we were dealing with. We were pleasantly surprised at this triple room. It was clean and as spacious as a triple could be. Savannah stepped out the car to a cheering section welcoming her to Baylor and her dorm.

This place has class. The momma bear in me was so impressed and excited for the new adventures that awaited Savannah. In about two minutes, literally, the student helpers – dressed in matching shirts, some wearing hats or rain jackets to ward off that liquid sunshine – had emptied out all her belongings as they made their way to her room. Their attitudes were as bright as the sun hiding behind the clouds. I did a double-take because just like that, the car was indeed empty. I went to park the car and took the shuttle back to her dorm. By the time I reached her room, she was already unpacking the first of her boxes and luggage. We came, we cleaned, we conquered.

Roommate #1 showed up a short time later, by which time we were hanging clothes in the closet and chatting it up with the one young brother we’d met on one of our Walmart runs.  John, from Atlanta, was among the movers and shakers on move-in day. He not only remembered Savannah but came in, greeted us and gave us the run down as to what to expect in the coming days. He and Savannah talked church, upcoming “welcome week” events and freshman year. It did my heart good to see that. The CL (community leader – Baylor’s version of RA), Kathryn from Michigan, showed up with words of wisdom and just the warmest of welcomes. My bear cub was ready to ditch her mom and check things out on her own.

Once Roommate #2 showed up, the girls bonded quickly. They took pictures (at the insistence of the parents) and began to learn about one another. The parents swapped phone numbers and attended the parent-only events together. I relish in the diversity of Savannah’s new friends – Savannah is African-American, while one of the roommates is Asian and the other is Latina descent.

Baylor hosts an event for freshmen and their parents. The Thursday before classes is known as the Ice Cream Social on the Fountain. It is designed for the students to gather together to celebrate the upcoming school year and say farewell to their parents. Parents, in turn, are expected to say ‘so long’ for now. Savannah had jumped into dorm life and Baylor life with both feet. While that was a little sad, it was alright because I wanted her to be independent. I just don’t know that I was ready quite so soon. Between her NC Baylor sisters and several new friends, I saw less and less of her with each passing day. I’d transitioned from full-time parenting for 18 years to parenting long distance in the blink of an eye. Sigh.

I found solace in commiserating with other parents, some who were new at this like me and others who were on their 2nd or 3rd child. But again, thank you, Baylor for making this moment one she’ll never forget. The best is yet to come.

BAYLOR CHOSE ME—and we’re so thankful they did

By Bernadette Cooper

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

August 2015: senior year in high school.

This was the year I promised my daughter Savannah that I’d work even harder at not saying “we” each time I described an experience that was solely “hers”:

We’re a senior in high school, graduating in 180 days.

We’re applying to colleges up and down the eastern corridor.

We’re majoring in journalism and French, wherever we land.

Although I’m her biggest cheerleader and along for (most of) the ride, this experience was and would be uniquely hers and ready or not, I was going to have to come to grips with that.

Savannah visited her share of colleges and universities. As a matter of fact, the count was lost sometime after campus visit #50. She had the idea of starting her college search during the summer before her freshman year of high school (in order to get ahead of the game). Learning what the schools wanted and getting a glimpse into the respective admissions process prior to starting high school allowed her to proactively become the ‘master of her fate’. Instead of scrambling in her junior year of high school to fit certain classes, interests or extracurricular activities into her schedule, she was able to focus instead on honing her likes, enjoying senior year (and enjoyed she did) and planning accordingly.

When crunch time arrived and it was time to apply to colleges after all those visits, she was ready. Almost. Enter Baylor University. I vividly recall when I first heard those words. At the beginning of senior year. Baylor University.  Where is that? Texas. Oh no, ma’am. Not even a contender. While we are big travelers, both domestic and international, the deal was Savannah would attend college no more than 6 hours from home by car. My rationale—if she phoned me at 6 a.m. with a crisis, I could easily be to her by lunch time. Perfect. Baylor University. They found Savannah—due to the number of lists she landed on as a minority student with competitive grades and a rigorous course load.

February marked the arrival of the first of many acceptance letters. College interviews came and went. Things calmed down for a month or so and then seemingly out of nowhere, more information from Baylor kept flooding our mailbox. Alright, Savannah, I said. Let’s talk about Baylor. I began doing my own homework on what this school and town had to offer my only child. My female child. I was instantly turned off by the distance, the price tag, the lack of diversity and the scandal. Sigh. However, I was most impressed that my teenager was considering a Christian institution. Upon further research, I learned the school had quite a bit to offer. She was looking for a strong program in journalism, a Division 1 school that enjoyed sports but didn’t worship them, a mid-sized student population and far enough from home to spread her wings.

After reading testimonies from students and continuing to comb through the website, I thought that at the very least, we could pay Baylor a visit. I also received my first contact, a letter, from the Baylor Parent Network, who introduced me to Frances George of Raleigh, North Carolina. She’s the Baylor liaison in the Tarheel State. I immediately reached out to her and she phoned me back shortly after I left a message. Our initial conversation lasted 60 minutes. I found her to be delightful, upfront, enthusiastically Baylor and a lover of Christ. I liked her right away. At the conclusion of the phone call, I still had a few questions that Fran couldn’t answer. I phoned the Baylor Network folks looking for another Baylor parent that was a little more like me: a minority, single parent, and one who might benefit from the school’s payment plan for tuition payments. The Network didn’t have anyone that fit my criteria, but I was sure I’d find someone in the coming weeks….

A few weeks later, Savannah and I landed at Dallas-Fort Worth International airport, rented a car and headed down I-35 toward Waco. It was Thursday, April 28th and Savannah had until May 1st to let Baylor know if she would accept their offer of admission for the Fall 2016 semester.

As expected, the Baylor staff were on their game. Based on prior campus visit experience, we expected the red-carpet treatment. The school tells the prospective student what they want to hear while simultaneously trying to sell the parents on what they are while glossing over what they aren’t. The Welcome Center had fresh-out-of-the-oven chocolate chip cookies. I’d not eaten since I boarded the flight at 5 a.m. so that was a sweet plus. Cookies aside, the staff spoke to us and answered all of our questions. The students hosting the tours were mature and seemed genuinely fond of Baylor. Again, quite willing to answer any and all questions. The campus was well kept and looked magnificent.

As I looked around, I came to the sudden realization that I could see Savannah here in another four months and for the next four years. Beyond the tour, Savannah had tried scheduling appointments with the head of the departments she was most interested in—Journalism and French. There was no one available from the Journalism department but the French department chair was on hand. He not only met with us for a full hour but invited us out for the evening to a local eatery with him and some of the students. He provided the best of advice to the soon to be graduating senior on how to wrap up senior year and how to prepare for classes in the fall. Even prior to her commitment, he invited us to sit in on a 2nd level French class the next day. We accepted.

The next day we met with Financial Aid and the admissions counselors. It was a full two-day visit and by the beginning of day #2, we already knew that Savannah would become a Baylor Bear and join the ranks of the class of 2020. Meanwhile, back in North Carolina, we were able to connect to some African-American Baylor alumni through LinkedIn. Still asking the hard questions of race relations, scandal, and life on this predominantly white campus, everything came back positive. Yes, Savannah was heading to Baylor.

The NC Baylor Parent Network hosted three “meet & greets” this summer. Savannah met nearly two dozen NC Baylor sisters and brothers and real friendships were forged in the living room of the George home as well as the Henry home in Charlotte. I met scores of families with several things in common—a love for this school, the school community, our children….and foremost, Christ. She hadn’t yet started her first day at Baylor and had only visited campus once, but we both knew this was the place, the best fit for my little bear cub.

High school graduation came and went. Savannah enjoyed a summer vacation with some of her high school class in Europe and returned to Charlotte to work for the remainder of the summer to save up spending money for school.  Before we knew it, she was saying farewell to friends and family, near and far and receiving all sorts of well wishes for this new adventure she would soon be starting.

Stay tuned for more stories from “our” Baylor journey. My hope is that I’m able to speak to you—parent to parent—and offer encouragement and insight from having just gone through the process you’re embarking on now.

Sic’em Bears!

The Intangible Transformation

By Frances George

One daughter graduated from Baylor last May and is successfully launched in Dallas.

One daughter is a freshman at Baylor, finding her way in this wonderful new world called college.

And I? I am in North Carolina learning that the best lessons in life happen to our children when they are on their own. I am watching and learning much from afar.

A few weeks ago, we traveled from North Carolina to Texas for Family Weekend at Baylor. The weekend also dovetailed with our elder daughter’s birthday…in Dallas. Mary Scott, the elder, had requested dinner at the top of Reunion Tower in Dallas, where an iconic restaurant sits 50 stories high, slowly rotating a full 360 degrees while you eat, offering spectacular views of Dallas and beyond. After having the dinner reservations arranged, we were excited about a family dinner in Dallas with our two girls! One problem, our younger daughter had her first concert at Baylor in the Women’s Chorus that same night. Oops. I made the (hard to secure) reservation before checking the calendar.

Catherine, the younger, said, “Mom! It’s college. I’m okay. I’ll get one of my friends to record the concert with me singing in it and I’ll show you Saturday. Have fun celebrating Scottie (the elder).” Catherine? Is that you? Our youngest, you see, really revealed in the reality of a few years at home as the “OC”…Only Child…when Mary Scott went to college. We never missed anything she did. And now this? But we will take it! So, my husband and I traveled to Dallas Friday night and with the thrilled Mary Scott, rode the elevator to the stratosphere while Catherine sang notes in the stratosphere at her concert… but as a first, without us in the audience. Mmm. Something is happening here. I can’t quite see it but a transformation seems to be taking place in our new Baylor freshman.

Meanwhile, as Catherine sang, we enjoyed dinner with Mary Scott and as the restaurant slowly turned, telling the story of Dallas, we heard the story of post-graduate life, her amazing job in marketing and events (thank you Baylor Corporate Comm degree!), the new church she’s found in Dallas and how the transition from college life to “real life” is a transition more significant than that from high school to college and one for which no one can really prepare you. She told us of how she treasures her now golden friends from Baylor and the supper club in Dallas they enjoy each week. She told us how her time at Baylor was the season that defined the person she is today and that she has no regrets of the time she spent at Baylor and how she spent it. “It made me who I am and my faith, it’s mine! Who I am, is uniquely me!”

As the night progressed and the restaurant high above the Dallas skyline continued rotating its slow 360 degrees, not only did I find myself enjoying the exquisite sunset, the birds-eye view of the place where part of our country’s history unfolded, where highways intertwine like ribbons below, and where the faint outline of the new Cowboy stadium highlights the distance, now I found myself enjoying something new and even more exquisite in my Dallas view: a young Baylor alumna who will make a difference here as she did at Baylor.

Over dessert, as the evening began to wind down, Mary Scott asked us for the one best piece of parenting advice we would give her to file away for another chapter in life yet to come and the one best piece of general advice we would give her for right now. After we gave our advice, I then asked Mary Scott what would be the one piece of advice she would give us about our parenting and about life in general. And as the sun set on our unparalleled view of Dallas, Mary Scott answered our query and I realized that the real unparalleled view was not the cityscape on the other side of the glass but the daughter sitting right across from us. She told us, “Mom, Dad, you taught us well. But now as you let us go and you look back on the life we had together at home, don’t beat yourself up over the 1% or even the 5% you did wrong. Be grateful for the 99% you did right. You did so very much right. I am grateful. I am half of you (dad) and half of you (mom) and all me and I like who that person is.”

And suddenly I saw it. A lovely transformation had taken place. An intangible transformation.

The next morning, bright and early, we headed to Waco to see our younger daughter. First sighting since August and move in, first return trip to Target with Mom and Dad for just a few more things, fill up the car with gas, get the car washed, meet new friends and more new friends, treating Catherine to dinner along with a few of her friends from NC and Georgia whose parents could not make the trip, church on Sunday, brunch and before we knew it, time to say goodbye. A few tears? Yes. Confident that Catherine had made the right choice? Without question. But, is there an intangible transformation taking place among this one too, I wondered?

The answer came a few days later in a text. It had been a week of tests and meeting with professors and still settling in academically. Catherine texted, “My devotion was so great this morning. It was about priorities. It’s easy to think about all that some have and compare it to what I have or don’t have. Now I know to just be myself. I’m really loving I can just be me at Baylor! Oh Mom, thank you for sending me to this place, my new home, where I can just be me.”

“I can just be me.” Don’t you wish you had known that the first month of college? How grateful we are that our youngest has found the key that will unlock so many doors. Our daughter is just beginning her journey, traveling the first few degrees of her own “Reunion Tower” experience, and the view is lovely so far. Not without tears. Not without disappointments. But her sights are properly set, thanks to Baylor.

I realized when I read Catherine’s text, that in our youngest, an intangible transformation had taken place, just as the transformation had begun in her big sister just a few short years before when Mary Scott was a freshman.

Parents, are you looking for a place where students graduate with a sense not only of who they are but with a deep appreciation of who you are as parents and are grateful? Then look no further than Baylor. In a world of universities where so many students graduate with a degree in ‘dismissing parents’, Baylor is unique. At Baylor, parents are held in high esteem all four years and beyond!

Parents, are you looking for a place where students are encouraged to look in the truth of the Word and find that they are fearfully and wonderfully made and that the priority is knowing Christ and in knowing Him they find themselves? Then look no further than Baylor. At Baylor, students are encouraged to be the young men and women God created them to be.

So the next time you drive through Dallas, look up at Reunion Tower on the south end of town as you head to Waco. And think of Baylor. Think of the slowly turning sphere that represents the slowly turning chapter in the circle of life that happens in college, when young students look out in this big new world and explore the question “Who am I?” and discover, “I can just be me” and watch the world unfold before them as they settle in this newfound confidence. Look at Reunion Tower and think of Baylor, where they grow into men and women who, when they come full circle, are not only confident in who they are but are grateful for who you are, and are ready to live well, thankful for a place where this lovely intangible transformation took place. And to think, it all happens in a place called Baylor.

And that’s the Baylor difference.

Welcome to Baylor! And this is only the first week …

As the Baylor Class of 2020 arrived on campus last week and began settling in for their first week of class, I knew I could write about many things.

I could write about the phenomenal Move-In Day experience, where there were no fewer than 2000 students, faculty, staff and administration on campus, greeting new students, with 200 of the 2000 at our daughter’s dorm, waiting on the sidewalk as we drove up, surrounding our car and unloading everything (and I do mean everything – I carried up a lampshade), taking every box up to Catherine’s room, all the while saying, “Welcome to Baylor!”.

I could write about the countless sorority young women who volunteered their time, stopping by my daughter’s room and every other room on the hall at two to three minute intervals, asking if there was an empty box they could carry away for us (there were about 40 in our room alone!) and then happily carting them away only to return a few minutes later for a quick picture with Catherine and then taking down another load. We didn’t carry a single box up or down a single flight of stairs.

I could write about the way top administrators stopped by our daughter’s room (and the rooms of many others) just to say “Welcome to Baylor” and hug our daughter’s neck, asking if Catherine needed anything, genuinely grateful she was there.

I could write about the third generation Collins Hall freshman who made cookies for the girls in my daughter’s dorm, wrapped them beautifully, put her room number and name on the cookies and said, “Be sure and come visit!” Those cookies said to me, “I’m at home here and I want you to feel at home, too!” And yes, the cookies were delivered by all three generations!

I could write about my new friends Nana and Afia, a mom and her Baylor freshman daughter, stranded at the DFW airport with no way to campus from Dallas except via a Greyhound bus, as every single car at the airport was rented! The mom saw my Baylor Parents Network bag on my shoulder and asked if I was going to Baylor. Yes! And suddenly I had new friends in Baylor Nation and we had a delightful ride to Waco!

I could write about the ice cream social at the Fountain and the food trucks and the music and banners and signs printed for students and family to hold up in pictures – “First Day of College” and “Sic’em!” and the hundreds of freshmen meeting new friends, taking pictures, NC Baylor Nation gathering for a Fountain Photo, and the joy that was permeating the air and the rain that stayed away.

I could write about a big sister, just graduated in May from Baylor, who drove down from Dallas after work,  just to stand beside her freshman little sister and say, “Welcome Home to OUR campus!” and then turn right around and head back to Dallas in the driving rain. Or that she had asked her six best friends, also Baylor graduates, to give one piece of advice to her little sister and then took the time to come back to campus two days later and take her little sis out for coffee and read the advice, and then hang the requisite twinkle lights in little sis’s dorm room…

Yes. I could write about all of those things and more but the most outstanding memory I had that brought the biggest tears of joy came when I returned home – 1200 miles away – as I read a text on Sunday afternoon from our freshman daughter, Catherine. You see, on Sunday evening just before classes began on Monday, the freshman class gathered in the Ferrell Center for a final “Welcome Week Worship Service”. Catherine had texted off and on about events of the weekend and the new friends she was meeting at every turn. I hoped all was well but you know, you can’t really read emotions in texts but this one came through loud and clear:

“I love my family and am so grateful for your support and prayers and now I am so pumped for the service tonight. I might call you sometime later….”

Those words and the happy emotion came through loud and clear, saying to me, “Mom, I’m grateful and Mom, I’m ready and Mom, this place is now my home and a place where I will easily encounter Jesus coming and going in the lives of my friends and the faculty at Baylor.”

How do I know this to be true? Because I saw it at the airport when I met a new member of Baylor Nation in need. I saw it on Move-In Day with countless students and staff showing us something very unique and wonderful in their welcome. I saw it in my alumna daughter who took the time to be with her little sister and remind her that she chose well and Baylor will be the most wonderful home for her too.

As I flew home and read my devotion from The Daily Light, there was a sense of calm and “right” about leaving our youngest at Baylor. I looked out the window at 30,000 feet and saw the vast expanse before me and then I read this: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love him.”

An amazing, vast, and unfathomable experience beyond what we can imagine awaits our Baylor students in the days, weeks, and four years to come. How great is our God? How blessed we are to have Baylor being woven into the lives of our students.

So, for all of those reasons and a million more to come, that is the Baylor difference. Welcome Baylor Class of 2020. It’s going to be (another) amazing year.

The Perspective from 33,000 Feet

By Frances George

When you fly on cloudy days, isn’t it amazing the dramatic perspective shift you experience from the moment just before take- off, when you look up, seeing nothing but dark foreboding clouds above and within just a few short but “cloudy” moments after take- off, you break through and find yourself happily looking down on the same sea of clouds? When I fly from North Carolina to Texas (which I do multiple times a year with one May 2016 Baylor graduate and now with a new freshman Class of 2020 arriving this fall) I still marvel at this spectacular transformation. As the plane takes off, the ceiling seems so low, the sky so overcast, the future a little uncertain. And then you “pass through” and suddenly, there is nothing but blue sky. And all of those dark ominous clouds, are under your feet, a veritable sea of harmless white marshmallow fluff. “Mmmm,” you think, “not quite as bad as I thought. Quite lovely, in fact. We made it through.”

Perhaps this somewhat describes the emotions your son or daughter may be feeling right about now. Orientation is either right behind you or just ahead and Line Camp is coupled with a lot of “news”: a new roommate and a new campus in a new town and perhaps a new state. Even for the most confident of students, there is probably a tinge of Julie Andrews’ emotions playing in their hearts and minds from “The Sound of Music” as the character Maria walked out of the Abby, boarded the bus, singing with more than a little anticipation mixed with hesitation… “What will this day be like? I wonder. What does my future hold? I wonder”…

But just as Julie Andrews sang and just like the plane bursting through the clouds, those clouds, which at one time seemed so intimidating and perhaps a bit scary – the unknown almost always is, at least to some degree – there stretches before you a vast blue sky ahead (well, let’s pretend it’s green and gold! Sic’em!) with endless possibilities all waiting to be discovered and explored. “I have confidence!”

How do I know this? Because I’ve seen it over the past four years with our elder daughter, Mary Scott and now I am excited to watch it unfold for our younger daughter, Catherine, Class of 2020.

For me, I’ve always said I like having a daughter who will graduate in 2020…when all things become perfectly clear, like 20/20 vision. I feel this will be true for this class. The Class of 2020 will be a special one and many things in their world will become clear over the next four years.

They may enter feeling a bit like they are in the clouds, trying to find their way in the haze but I know from experience that there are faithful friends (called upperclassmen) ready to greet them and unlock doors and mentor this new class. Because at Baylor, we do all things – even the cloudy things – with eternity in view, knowing that all things –even the first cloudy days of freshman year – work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called. You see, doing all things with eternity in view is the Baylor key – even with the clouds – a hopeful eternity still stretches before them with endless possibilities.

The next chapter of Baylor will unfold for the class of 2020 in full force in the fall of 2016 and with it will come 3,000+ new students, ready to find out just what the Baylor difference is. They will come with high expectations, some trepidation, and a little anxious anticipation. They will bring new notebooks (the kind that need charging each night) and new sheets (the kind that never need ironing). They will come with hopes and dreams, some to be reached, others to be modified along the way as they grow up and discover new likes and loves, but all with a desire to make a difference, find their life’s calling and perhaps even a life mate. There will be friends, new and old, there will be heartbreaks and joys unimaginable that will shape young lives and grow mature young adults. There will be new beginnings that soon will become beloved old traditions that will bring happy tears to their eyes and warm memories to their hearts whenever they hear the strains… “That good old Baylor Line…”

All in a few short weeks. What will they remember from Baylor Day 1 on August 17, 2016 that will stay with them until that day Baylor Day Last in May 2020 when they walk across campus one final time donning cap and gown, preparing to say goodbye to a place they will happily call home. In a few short weeks, your son or daughter will begin what will become, in a few fleeting years, a season of life that will leave an indelible mark on their minds and hearts. It will shape them into better and stronger and wiser people. It will mark you too, as it has me. I know. I just graduated my first Baylor Bear and am preparing to head to Orientation with my second Baylor Bear next week. She can hardly wait for the chapter to begin.

Just a few weeks ago at her older sister’s graduation, I snapped a picture of the Pat Neff building and sent it to my daughter, as she prepared to fly down to meet us for graduation. I sent the picture via text with this message, “Your school. Your beautiful university is waiting for you! Hurry down to Baylor!” She replied, “Mom, “You called this ‘my university!’ For the first time, you called it mine. I can hardly wait to be there!”

And so we begin again. Baylor 2.0… New and old, mingling with goodbyes and hellos, firsts and more firsts. Steps, though timid at first, will grow confident with time and mentoring and learning life lessons will begin from those older and wiser who will walk alongside our freshman, the Class of 2020 and the beautiful transformation will begin.

Get ready Baylor! Here they come with hopes and dreams. Walk beside them upperclassmen, and teach them the way, remembering someone did that for you. And why? Because storm clouds may gather but breaking through on the other side is a vast blue sky with endless possibilities. New beginnings. At Baylor they are beginnings that start with taking the long view, one full of hope. That’s the way we do things at Baylor. It’s the way it’s always been done. It’s the way it will continue to be in cloud or sun, we always remember that just on the other side, not far at all, is an endless beautiful horizon.

And that is the Baylor difference.

Hearing the Baylor Difference

By Frances George

Pachelbel’s Canon in D

…and at Baylor

While cleaning the breakfast dishes and listening to the classical station on the radio just now, Pachelbel’s Canon in D began playing its familiar strains. You know the piece. It’s the one that begins with a cello and one violin, playing a simple and repeated musical phrase – a repeated short harmonic variation. With each repetition of the phrase, more strings are added. The composition becomes complex yet retaining an elegant simplicity but all the while the steady repetition and rhythm of the main musical phrase prevails. As the piece moves towards its highest point of complexity, the music incorporates chord progressions and measures that round out the piece to a full concert of strings creating an exquisite canon. Finally, the piece, softens and all the strings converge upon one final chord resolution.

If Mary Scott’s four years at Baylor were a musical piece, Pachelbel’s Canon in D would be her signature concert piece.

As I listened, I thought of the decision to go far from home to a place where she was a “single string” knowing no one. Move- in day arrived, and a few more strings were added.  Freshman year, walking to class added more strings to a now quite pleasant piece. Spring, summer, fall repeating the beautiful familiar strains of “That Good Old Baylor Line”… Fall brought football season and even more joy and winter ushered in Recruitment, the full complement of a beautiful string section created such amazing music. Friends, friends and more friends! Chord progressions occurred as they settled on their major, fell in and out of love, wept together over the too-soon death of a mother, laughed together, opened care packages from home together, traveled the world together, all the while creating a musical piece that would become a high mark of their life. The one constant: their love for Jesus that remained their steady rhythm, undergirding four years of growing from gifted young girls to dignified young women. It was the steady beat that you hear in Pachelbel’s Canon and you see in their life. It does not change and yet it changes them as the music rises and falls to its conclusion. The strings display their beauty and demonstrate their potential as the piece progresses. So too, with our daughters and sons at Baylor.

And then, as fast as it climaxed to one of the most beautiful and recognizable and pleasant pieces of life, it must have its musical denouement.

Last night I received a text from Mary Scott following the house’s final Senior Meeting: “Getting sad about graduation. It went too fast.”

Following was a picture from Mary Scott of the six best friends, six individual “strings” who determined that as a group they would be stronger together than as individuals – pledging the same house and leaving a legacy. And they were. And they are. And they have.  A canon is a “device in which several voices play the same music, entering in sequence.” That aptly describes our young women (and men) at Baylor. Many voices springing from the same beautiful music, entering on cue with the same lovely theme throughout. Individuals who realize together they are stronger and will make a difference on their campus and in their culture, continuing long after their days at Baylor are over.

Suddenly, in just two weeks, our Pachelbel’s Canon in “B” (Baylor) will strike its final chord and resolve with one lovely last note for the Class of 2016. Too fast. Too wonderful. Too many memories to count.

But just like Pachelbel’s Canon, Baylor will always be a most pleasant chapter of life and whenever you “hear” it in your mind, you will want to turn it up and listen over and over again to its familiar and comforting strains. Thank you, Mary Scott, for bringing this mom joy.  Thank you for choosing Baylor. 1200 miles from home, yet right around the corner. Not only have you made a difference at the university our family loves and calls our own now, but you’ve made a difference in me.

And that is, as always, the Baylor difference.

The Unintended (Happy) Result of Sending Your Student to Baylor

By Frances George

Here at Baylor, once before fall semester finals and once again in the spring before finals, North Carolina Baylor parents gather with many multiples of items to share and send to our students who are preparing for final exams. The Care and Prayer Parties are a great Baylor tradition! Included in the boxes are lots of fun and food…silly putty, cracker jacks, gift cards to Target and Starbucks, coffee mugs for late night caffeine, beautiful individual cards lovingly signed by all the parents with a word of encouragement. After enjoying packing our boxes, snacking on a few refreshments (which generally include custom Baylor cupcakes!) and a cup of coffee, we gather and pray for our students.

Last night was our final 2015-2016 Care Package Packing Party and Prayer for our NC Baylor Bears. For four sets of parents in the room, it was our final college care package. You see, for us, we have seniors, graduating in May from Baylor.

Last night was an amazing night of laughter and tears (for senior parents packing their last college care package), a night of prayer and lots of “care packed in a box” for our NC Baylor Bears. The care packages, as you can imagine, will be HUGE. But beyond that, the bond we have formed among these friends (none of whom we would have known except for Baylor) is even BIGGER. Our tie is strong and lasting and real.

For example…

Not only did we pray for our students represented at the party but for Molly Gibbons, NC Baylor Tumbler, defending the National Title this weekend. I spoke with Molly’s mom earlier in the day to get her prayer requests for the tournament. So even in their absence, we are a family. And I would only know Molly and her mom through Baylor. One senior mom drove more than two hours in 5:00 traffic to join us because her daughter, a senior, is graduating and she wanted to be with family one last time. We first met this family, the Johnsons, in our home at the Baylor Summer Send- Off Party when her daughter joined a large group of NC Baylor Bound Bears for the annual Baylor Send- Off in the summer of 2012. We are joined each summer for this event by upper classmen, alumni, and Judy Maggard, the Baylor Parents’ Network Director, who flies in from Texas to join the fun of Send-Off! At Baylor, we take welcoming new family very seriously. We have Baylor friends (another precious senior parent) who has recently remarried and as newlyweds unexpectedly received a cancer diagnosis. Immediately the NC Baylor family prayed. We had prayed through their happy wedding and now we are praying through this, more somber but hopeful part of the journey.

That’s what family looks like at Baylor.

Additionally, one of the parents of a prospective student, with whom I have been talking, through a new opportunity I have been given to “fling my green and gold afar…” texted me last night just before we prayed, to report that he and his son had arrived on Baylor’s campus after a visit to another college earlier in the day. They were now HAPPILY on Baylor’s campus and ready for the Baylor Premiere Weekend.  My senior, Mary Scott, is planning on contacting them to hopefully seal the deal as she says to them “Welcome to Baylor” as only a Baylor Senior can!

Who would have thought that four years ago when I sent my daughter to Baylor, not only would Mary Scott gain close friends for life but that also her Mom and Dad would too. Through joy and sorrow, laughter and tears…. The unintended but very happy result of choosing Baylor is that we – as parents- now have a network of Baylor Nation family friends across the state, friends with whom we pray and laugh and pack care packages and then welcome a whole new crop the following year!

So, from current NC Baylor students to future NC Baylor students to tumbling for another National Title NC Baylor students (UPDATE: They won that title!!) , Baylor Nation is a strong family, full of fun and under- girded in prayer here in the Old North State and across the nation.

Oh, and the great joy for me? Well, Mary Scott’s little sis said it best last night after the party and seeing the care packages, “WOW! I can’t believe it! Next year that care package will be for me!” Yep, Catherine George, Baylor Class of 2020. Sic’em!

Look to the Upperclassmen

By Frances George

What kind of upperclassmen? What an odd question, you might say, for parents of admitted students, who are trying to make a decision for college before the May 1st deadline. However, it is an important question to ask. I normally blog once a month for Baylor, however, just now while spending a few quiet moments alone before starting my day, this most recent story in the life of my senior daughter Mary Scott, struck me as so significant that I knew I had to write it down to encourage parents, as you are facing a most significant decision with your student…college choice. Perhaps this word is for you.

This morning I received a text from our daughter, Mary Scott, a senior at Baylor, graduating in just a few weeks, heading to Dallas to begin the next chapter. She has had the most amazing four years at Baylor, academically, spiritually, socially. I have blogged about it for three years each month – the great times, the hard times, the lessons learned along the way. This morning she happily texted and said, “Mom, I’m ordering my cap and gown today.” It is a marker in her young life’s road that this chapter is about to close. And yet, it is not over, not at all. She is still pouring in to the lives of her underclassmen friends in ways I don’t think you will find at other colleges and yet, at Baylor, it is common.

Baylor upperclassmen care in a most unique sense.

You see, our daughter has a freshman friend who has hit a rough spot in the road. Rough spots, for all you first time college parents reading this, are common on all campuses among freshmen. Something unexpected happens in the fall or spring semester and your student will hit a wall. Frustration, disappointment, heartache hits – from academics, social disappointments, unwise decisions that bring consequences. It happens to most every college student at some point and oftentimes during freshman year.  The way the hard place unfolds and what the resolution looks like is significant and impactful in the life of a young freshman. Those students who care enough to walk with your student through this season of disappointment have the opportunity to model much and leave a lasting impression on how to “do” life.

That’s when an upperclassman can make a difference. You see, this disappointment and heartache fell upon one of Mary Scott’s freshman friends and her young friend needed lots of encouragement to get through the final weeks of the semester. While home for Easter break, over an extended mother/daughter breakfast, Mary Scott relayed to me the things she was doing to encourage this younger student. (Heretofore, I had no knowledge of this interaction. I thought our daughter was simply enjoying her final days of college with joy.) This young freshman was having a hard time even getting up to go to class. Mary Scott told me, in the most, casual “this kind of love is nothing out of the ordinary, who wouldn’t do this for someone I care about” way, that each morning, our daughter would go to this freshman’s dorm room and encourage her to get up and go to class, walked with her across campus, encouraging her along the way. She did this for more than a few days, actually an extended period of time, to get her friend over the hump and to help her see that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Coffee breaks, encouraging texts, long conversations… all to a freshman whom she had only met this year. All while our daughter is preparing for interviews in Dallas and soaking up the last carefree days of college.

I must admit, I sat there in stunned silence and with tears in my eyes and a full heart, at all my daughter had done for this young friend and she said it as matter- of- factly as if was the most natural thing in the world. And you know what? It was.

Because that’s who Baylor students are. Students who care beyond themselves. Students, upperclassmen who are willing to go the extra 100 miles for a friend in need – even (especially) for a freshman.

Think back to your last weeks in college…did you spend your early mornings getting in your car from your lovely and comfortable off campus house and driving to a freshman dorm, gently encouraging a young freshman, “You can do this! You’re going to get through!” I know I didn’t. Rather self- absorbed, I was, enjoying things that made me smile. And yet, at Baylor, being an upperclassmen who helps make a young freshman smile and find her joy again is the point because they know they are leaving a legacy and a model for another freshmen yet to come. As Mary Scott poured into a life, this young freshman will pour into another’s life down the road…”The road goes ever on”, as Tolkien said.

So, as you decide where your son or daughter will spend the next four years living the ups and downs of college life, take a look at the upperclassmen. For what are you looking? At Baylor, upperclassmen are a unique group, shaped and molded, mentored and taught by professors and an administration who model how to look out for the underclassmen, bringing them along, strengthening them for their journey. When Baylor students graduate, they walk away with more than a diploma. They graduate with a sense of having made a difference in the life of those who will one day make a difference in the life of others. A Baylor diploma represents more than a degree. It represents a lifestyle of sacrificial giving.

What kind of upperclassman are you hoping will walk alongside your son or daughter across campus? A Baylor senior is a rare and wonderful breed of young adult…and one that your son and daughter will become.

It is simply, the Baylor difference.

 

Come. To. Baylor.

By Frances George

I am from a long line of Tarheels…. you know the ones. “Tarheel born and bred.” Myself. My husband. My brother (plus law school). My in laws. My father-in-law even worked for the university most of his adult life!  All UNC graduates for decades.

In 2005 my nephew was making a college choice. Family tradition was in the mix.

In 2007 my UNC sorority sister and now neighbor’s son was making a college choice. Family tradition was in the mix.

2011 my elder daughter was making a college choice.  Family tradition (and practically every close friend from upper school was headed for Chapel Hill) in the mix.

2016 my younger daughter was making a college choice. You get my drift…family tradition was playing a part.

When my nephew made his college choice, no one in the family had attended Baylor University with the exception of his great uncle. My nephew chose Baylor and introduced our family to a new word… Vitek’s. (Vitek’s: a local eating establishment in Waco known for its famous “Gut Pack” – need I say more?) With every passing holiday, every summer family meal, all we heard were the glories of Vitek’s! “Your life will never be the same. You MUST come to Baylor and experience Vitek’s. The school is great too!” Following graduation, my nephew made multiple trips to Texas for wedding after wedding after wedding among Baylor students, once close friends, now husband and wife. Now, my nephew is a successful attorney and Baylor grad. My nephew chose Baylor.

While a senior in high school, another North Carolina boy with deep Carolina blue roots, traveled to Waco (before Fixer Upper, before McLane Stadium) and my nephew showed our young friend the Baylor campus (and most likely they ate at Vitek’s!) but something stirred in his spirit and he too chose Baylor. Now a successful track and field coach at a NCAA Division 1 university, my sorority sister’s son chose Baylor.

In 2011, my elder daughter, Mary Scott, was deciding on college and because her cousin said, look at Baylor, we decided to take a trip down to Texas. We were greeted on campus during our visit by my sorority sister’s son. He showed us around and said, “You really need to consider this school. I’ve loved it and you will too.” In the fall of 2012, my daughter chose Baylor.

This year, our youngest child was considering colleges, just like your son or daughter. She applied to six schools in state and across the country.  Accepted to all. Awarded over $200,000 in academic scholarships. She had visited Baylor on multiple occasions to see her big sister… SING, football games in Floyd Casey and the beautiful new McLane Stadium, coffee at Common Grounds, dinner at Ninfa’s. But this time, the visit was different. Our Catherine was looking at Baylor not as the little sister but as the accepted student.

The week prior to coming to Baylor, our daughter had been invited to compete in a full Presidential Scholarship weekend at a college closer to home. This school was very much in the running for its pristine campus setting, in a city we knew well, and a short drive from home. During our weekend on this campus, our daughter was interviewed by current scholars and staff both individually and as a group. During the one on one interview, our daughter was asked how she would “inspire students on the campus.” Her answer was this: “I am a Christian. As a follower of Christ, I hope to inspire students by communicating Hope, by being the student on campus that can be counted on to give wise counsel and Godly advice. Your school’s motto is a verse from scripture and that verse, in essence, is the core of who I am. I want to leave a legacy that reflects what I believe.” Following her answer, one of the interviewers, a staff member of the college, looked down with a disapproving look and shortly after, the interview was over.

Later that day, as we were driving home, I asked Catherine how the day went. She said, “Mom, I’ve never been persecuted for my faith until today.” She relayed the story to me and said, “We prayed that I would have a sense of where I am to go to college after this weekend. Until today I didn’t know just how important a faith based school is to me. I realize that now. I do not mind if others disagree with my faith. I know there will always be students with whom I disagree. But I want to go to a school where I will not be mocked for my faith by my professors or staff (even in subtle ways – emphasis mine). I can’t wait to go to Baylor for my visit next weekend.”fran

The very next weekend, our entire family was on campus for SING and a special Baylor event and for Catherine, to tour the school as an accepted student. Our son flew in from NYC to be with us. It was a picture perfect weekend. On Friday morning, Catherine began her official tour of Baylor. One of the opening images from the video in the Admissions Visitor Center was of a student with head bowed and hands clasped in prayer. Throughout the admissions video, highlighting outstanding academics, phenomenal athletics, extraordinary campus life, there was a common thread… this is a school where faith is an integral part of the day to day Baylor experience. Faith is at the core of who Baylor is. Several times during the video I looked over at Catherine and she was completely enthralled, riveted on each frame of the video, as if she was the only one in the room. If she had looked at me, she would have seen tears welling up in my eyes. Indeed, this place is uniquely different.

As we walked across campus, mingling with students in the Student Life Center (the “SlC”), and passing students as they walked to class, as we stood in Burleson Quad and I recalled Mary Scott’s first days at Baylor and my mind sped through what are becoming her final days as an undergraduate at Baylor, I thought, “Could this be the place my second daughter will call home for four years?” The thought made me smile.

Sunday afternoon, Catherine and I walked across what I call a perfect “Sunday afternoon campus” with students here and there kicking a soccer ball, students in the library, young alums with their children in tow splashing in the beautiful new Rosenbalm Fountain on Fountain Mall, Catherine said to me, “Mom, can you go and do something else? I want to just be alone and walk around.”  So I went and sat by the fountain as my daughter walked the campus alone. After some time, I heard her call out, “Mom, over here!” And there she was on 5th Street, standing under a lamppost and a Baylor banner. “Take my picture.”  I’m not sure what her thoughts were but two days later, back at home, around the supper table, Catherine pulled out her journal and read,  “I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. Plans to give you a hope and future.  Baylor University, the beginning of my story …” She read to us how God confirmed through a myriad of circumstances that Baylor will be her home for the next four years.

2005, 2007, 2011, 2016. A four generation North Carolina family now with a Baylor legacy. Our senior Mary Scott said it well on her Facebook post just this week (it is March Madness after all…) “I’m Tarheel born. I’m Tarheel bred….but now I’m a Bear!”

Come. To. Baylor. Come to Baylor and be a part of something great, something unique. And you’ll discover, as I have and thousands before me, the Baylor difference.