Bob Jones University

During the years that I was there, it was decided that denominational Sunday School classes would be discontinued, making the University, in my opinion, even more "Baptisty" than it already was. I was a Presbyterian of Jewish parentage, and felt that even that small privilege had been plucked away from me.

Most of the faculty that I dealt with were wonderful, particularly in th School of Fine Arts. As in any school, others were rotten. I vividly recall being given a "D" on a speech purely because my opinion did not agree with my instructor's (Doris Roberts) opinion. I was told to "get down off of my soap box." The speech, by the way, was about the Vietnam War, and was basically predicting what happened later in Cambodia--the Killing Fields.

I still have several good friends that I met through the University, although two out of the three never graduated from the place, each for valid reasons.

Although I generally sleep well at night, when I have nightmares, I'm back at Bob Jones University because somehow I lacked three credits, and have been forced to return.