As I previously told everyone, I am a Kendall Scholar. My story was one of my posts on here. As you may also know, Mr. Clifford Kendall passed away a couple weeks ago. Mr. Kendall was a very kind and generous man. He not only helped many students financially, but he was inspiring as a person. I got the chance to see him and speak with him about three times. But every time I did speak to him, it was like talking to my own grandfather. He was always interested in how school was going, what I was doing with clubs and organizations on campus, how I was helping the community. He would take that time to speak to everyone and really make that conversation. He was one of the very first people to believe in me, then became one of the first people to help me achieve my dreams. Little did I know the last time I saw him, was going to actually be the last time I got to thank him. So I will take my time here to do so.
Thank you, Mr. Kendall. I know you are gone, but your helpful, generous, kind, silly, loving personality is still here. The USG community will always be grateful to have gotten to know you. I will always be grateful to you. You have made such a difference in my life and the lives of hundreds of other students. You have started something with each and every one of us, as scholars and students. I hope that one day I can be just as amazing as you were.

The first time I got to met Mr. Kendall
The Joy of Giving Back is tonight. This is going to be my first one, and I was looking forward to seeing Mr. and Mrs. Kendall, and be able to have that full experience of giving back. Now, in addition to giving back to our community, we will make sure to give back to Mr. Kendall and his family. This will be a joyous occasion where we will celebrate his life, and acknowledge and appreciate everything he has done for us.
So I know I can speak for everyone at USG, and say this once more.
Thank you for everything, Mr. Clifford Kendall. You will always be a part of our family here at USG.


raduate studies, I was reluctant to ask for help from my professors. This led to a bit of a struggle at times when I did not understand a concept. I would ask my peers who would often be in the same predicament.

Flying through a thunderstorm is no joke. To take my mind off things, I asked an off-duty Delta pilot, who was also flying home to Nashville, his recommendations for good places to eat in Nashville. He gave me a long list, describing the ambiance, food choices and whether they had live music. Well, the turbulence got pretty bad and apparently, Ilena and the pilot were plotting the whole time that if we got diverted to Louisville, Kentucky, they would rent a big van and we would all drive to Nashville together. One big happy family!




