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Date: Jun 21 2008 Major: Fine Arts - Painting/Sculpture/Photography/etc (This Major's Salary over time) As a 1977 graduate of Bob Jones University, I'm not certain that my comments pertain to the school as it exists now or not. I havn't visited in years, but hear that things have changed, mostly for the better. 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.
Major: Fine Arts - Painting/Sculpture/Photography/etc (This Major's Salary over time)
As a 1977 graduate of Bob Jones University, I'm not certain that my comments pertain to the school as it exists now or not. I havn't visited in years, but hear that things have changed, mostly for the better. 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.