Pensacola Christian College

I was a student there for 2 years...from fall of 1994 till may of 1996.
I was a Missions major with a Communications minor.
I realized so much was just not right with that place...
Yet I would not be who I am today without having spent so much of my
time there....
I was never asked to leave...but always teetered closely...
My last semester there was when the lectures began about the big "rule"
about not being able to have your Bible open publically on campus...
That was the last straw.
The God I believe would never have that "rule"...along with so many
other unwritten "rules"...at least now there is this site where you can
read what the school is REALLY like. http://www.pensacolachristiancollege.com/
Over the years my stories of this place called PCC have gathered crowds
and shocked hundreds...fellow believers and many non-believers.
I would not even be surprised if there were some new rules made up
because of my presence there! I have heard that they banned communication
students from performing a poem called "The Fly" by Karl Shapiro
(b.1913) [p. 321 in the 8th edition of Sound and Sense-an introduction to
poetry by Laurence Perrine and Thomas R. Arp]...I grossed too many fellow
speech students out when I performed it for lab in the blackbox
theather...
And who knows if walking back and forth on the little brick wall in
front of the huge glass windows of the Commons building is even allowed?
I used to do that for hours...at night, alone, studying my peoms for
classes...or in the miday...in the pouring rain...my silent protest...I
know that some remember...
So many stories I could tell...
I still dream of it...or are they nightmares now?
I wish there was a list of the students that were forced to
leave...that I knew...that never got a chance to even say goodbye or explain why
they had to go...
I dreamt of that place last night...but in my dream there was even
more...more secrets...more underground happenings...experiments being done
on students...mind control experiments...like in Brave New
World...silent chantings and repitions of campus ideals and rules being played all
night...you could hear the sounds coming through the vents in the dorm
rooms in Bradley...
So...
How many of us are there?
Survivors...
And what are they up to now?
How do we connect to one another...to finally share our stories and
have them be completely understood by the listeners?
Let me know if there is a way...
Or what else you know...
Our Voices may not conform...and may not be listened to by anyone there
at the school...but it does not mean we are not strong and may be heard
in the future...
Survivor of 2 years at PCC

2nd Year Female -- Class 1998

This school is not for evey one. Much of the administration does not acknowledge that people are not all the same. They treat the students like children. Such as making everyday adult decisions for students who are 20-22 years old.

4th Year Male -- Class 2005

Education Quality: A-, Faculty Accessibility: F

PCC was an experience that I will never forget....it was that bad. I still have nightmares, about having to return. If you are interested in working in the real world....run! PCC credits do not transfer to anywhere practically! You will have to start over. If you plan on going to PCC for Your Mrs. Degree and don't plan on leaving the house, you will be just fine. Please feel free to contact me, because I have experinced PCC and transferred out of there. Good Luck!

Alumnus Male -- Class 2000