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
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
That was the last straw.
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
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
of my presence there! I have heard that they
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
by Laurence Perrine and Thomas R. Arp]...I grossed too many
speech students out when I performed it for
lab in the blackbox
And who knows
if walking back and forth on the little brick wall
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
I still dream of it...or are they
I wish there was a list
of the students that were forced to
knew...that never got a chance to even say goodbye or
they had to go...
of that place last night...but in my dream there was
more...more secrets...more underground happenings...experiments being done
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
rooms in Bradley...
many of us are there?
are they up to now?
How do we connect
to one another...to finally share our stories and
them be completely understood by the listeners?
Let me know
if there is a way...
Or what else you
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
in the future...
Survivor of 2 years