I attended PCC for 2 years.  In those two years I took an average of 17-18 credit hours and never got anything lower that a 3.7 GPA every semester.  The reason being with nothing else to do...you study.  As an international student, I always knew what university I wanted to attend in the states, but then my father passed away and our familys income was drastically reduced.  My brother suggested PCC.  I decided to go as my mother was single handedly paying for my tuition.  I never looked at the handbook before I went to PCC.  I arrived on campus in pants and everybody stared at me...later that night I found out it was the pants.  I had always been a tomboy and I literally only owned one black skirt that I wore to my father funeral.  Anyway the next day I went shopping for skirts amd the girls I went with helped me realize what the dress code was.  I went back to the dorm that day and called my mother I wanted to come home.  She said if I really wanted to I could, but then I felt bad because I didn't give the place a chance.  Anyway I met my roommates who were great.  They introduced me to all their friends and they became my friends and the first week of school I was actually preety happy, even though I had to be constantly reminded not to hit guys (I have three brothers...its in my blood).  I am still surprised I went there for two years and never got socialed.  I got A's in my classes and everything seemed good.  (except for the occasional breakdowns about people always stopping me for the length of my skirt or my hose or something.  HOSE...HOSE...HOSE...I probably spent more money on hose than anything else...especially because I had never worn them in my life!  During my break after my first semester I actually missed my roommates and friends and I didn't really question going back.  My second semester was preety much the same, I made tons of friends played sports for my collegian even though more things seemed to “get to me”.  My second semester was a living hell.  I had a roommate who grew up in a farm somewhere and had never been exposed to anything but her backyard and she thought everything was evil.  She was my PL (Prayer Leader) and it seemed like everytime I blinked I got a demerit.  I couldn't wear pants until after prayer group (10:15).  I went to PG once with a blanket wrapped around my pants and when I went to sit down my PL saw my pants and told me I had to go change.  I said why?  and she rumbled on about something and I said no I wouldn't.  (this is in front of the whole prayer group).  The next day I was called to the deans office for direct disobedience....go figure. 

Anyway I was not going to let this ruin my semester so I just preety muched lived in everybody elses room but my owm.  I had to make it to bed by 11 though because if my light went out at 11:01pm I would get something like 3 demerits.  Everything else was going good, I was elected as an officer for my collegian. 

Then it all went downhill.....

Ever since I had the little encounter with my roommate I believe I was the newest addition to the rumored “BLACK BOOK”.  See theres a rumor that there some students that faculty and students in “authority watch for every move”, these students are rumored to be in the “black book”.  Everytime I turned around I was getting demerits.  I got demerits for not wearing hose....when I was one of the lucky few to actually find a colour that matched my skin naturally.  What really got to me was when I receive 25 DEMERITS for driving my roommates car from the parking garage to the dorm.

I honestly felt like I was being “watched”.  It seemed like I was constantly getting “written up” or stopped for this or that.  All of the sudden my mind was focused on the negative.  I started hearing about the accredition problem and since I planned on going to law school, I became more worried about it.  I started receiving info on other schools to transfer to, and ofcourse once I applied they did not accept ANY CREDITS.  (Two years of college down the drain.) So then I talked a friend of mine that told me about one college that would.  I applied, got accepted and never looked back since. 

I truly believe that there are several things that wil make or break your PCC experience:

1.  Your perception about PCC before you go there.

2.  Your ROOMMATES and FRIENDS.

3.  Your faith.

I have never been happier in my life than when I left PCC.  Not only an I a testimony to my fellow students in a wonderful public university, I am involved in many activities that as a PCC student you will never be able to experience.  I have “boy” friends that I can go to the mall with, and ride in the same car with.  I can fully enjoy the activities that the city my college is in..(without sayong to myself..."I hope noone sees me here because I didn't scan out to go here.”

If you are the kind of person that does not want to explore you mind and find yourself in college...DO NOT GO TO PCC. 

If you are the kind of that is willing to sell your mind body and soul to the administration...by all means go to PCC. 

Words of advice...

Do not visit during college days.  (I was asked to be a “greeter” and I have never seen as much pretence than I did during college days).  But please by all means do visit.

Be prepared for anything.....and I mean anything

visit www.pensacolachristiancollege.com

BE VERY STRONG IN YOUR FAITH.

I truly have the good and bad at PCC and I am afraid the bad does outweigh the good.

P.S If you do go to PCC and you have a problem with the admin.  GO DIRECTLY TO THE TOP.  Do not go through uptight, “I am in authority” pretentious people that think they are your last resort.