Too few people in the swirl of this national emergency have paused to focus on the toll this takes on you. I know this is not the spring semester that you, or any of us, imagined. I know Longwood is at heart a place of human, in-person connection — classes, friendships in the residence halls, the D-Hall, student groups and athletics teams, our beautiful campus and college town, altogether the soul of this place, of the alma mater, which we will appreciate even more on the other side of this challenge.
What gives me optimism in the midst of all of this is you — your resolve in the face of challenge, and your hard work through this all. Your professors are deeply committed to helping keep everyone on track academically throughout this period of uncertainty nationwide.
At this moment I don’t know how the remainder of this semester will evolve, but I promise Longwood will be in close contact throughout these days, like we have been. I do know that the tested rhythms of our campus life, our common bond since 1839, will hit stride again someday soon enough.
All my best, and many thanks,
p.s. This morning I broke protocol and rubbed Joanie on the Stonie’s hands