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ACT: AcademicSuccess: Again: Attitude: Competitive: Creativity: ExCuricular: FAttitude1: FAttitude2: FAttitude3: FAttitude4: FAttitude5: FAttitude6: FacultyAcc: Friendly: FromArea: FundingUse: Gender: GradYear: Grounds: Intellect: Maint: MindExpect: MindUse: Programs: SAT: SAttitude1: SAttitude2: SAttitude3: SAttitude4: SAttitude5: SAttitude6: SAttitude7: SAttitude8: Safety: Social: Standing: SurroundingCity: TAclasses: USE_THIS_DATA: Usefulwork: Worth: No/invalid Email Address left Wow, where to begin. I was a star at Pensacola Christian College. I received a standing ovation from the entire student body—December 1995. I played a piano version of Jingle Bells and the crowd jumped to their feet at the end. Being a star allowed me to be Student Body Pianist, Church Accompanist(coveted position) and Pianist for the Freshmen Girls Sunday School class. The founder of the university and her husband knew me by name. When you were in good, you were in. It didn't start off that way. I had dreamed of traveling with the college ensemble groups so I auditioned my first year. I sized up the other pianists and considered myself a very worthy candidate. I was not chosen. Crestfallen, nearly two months later I spoke with the fellow in charge of the ensembles and inquired as to the reason of my not making it into the ensembles. I remember this clearly, I can quote it word for word—this is what he said to me. "You saunter when you walk, you speak through your nose and you bend your wrists too much. I had a problem bending my wrists too much and learned if I put tape around my wrists it would prevent me from bending them." In essence, I acted "too gay" to be in ensemble. I was crushed, it wasn't my playing at all it was me—I wasn't good enough as me. What a gut punch! I "cleaned" up my act, wore more conservative clothes, practiced speaker lower, practiced walking "right", practiced not bending my wrists. The next year I was allowed in and boy was I happy! Very few people that attned PCC are good enough, you have to change, you have to be what they want you to be—absolutely terrible! I played the game for 4 years and knew what to be, but inside, I was completely not what they wanted. I molested their piano keys with my gay hands for four years. I spread my gay filth everywhere—of course, I exaggerate, they didn't know I was gay so they loved me and thought the world of me—had they known I would have been kicked out immediately and never allowed to return. I would never, ever advise anyone to go to this college. They completely squelched me as a person—it has taken me years to over come this. Even to this day, I still have nightmares that I'm stuck at PCC and I can't get out. Aside from my piano teacher, my years at PCC were the biggest waste of time, life and dreams. I wish nothing more than to see no one attending this "college" next year, unless you are a Christian that likes to follow blindly and do everything you're told, then you're fine. If you have a head on your shoulders and a sense of yourself, STAY AWAY FROM PENSACOLA CHRISTIAN COLLEGE. To all the gay men out there who want to be a minister—you should go here cause you can't touch girls, but you can touch boys anytime you want! In conclusion, ask yourself, is the cheap tuition and unaccrediation with your soul and spirit? Really think about it!! |
