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My
years at Pensacola Christian College are four years of my
life that I can never get back. My senior
year of high school I was suckered into the college
with the pretty full color catalogs and promise of a
scholarship. I began my journey into the world of
nursing at PCC. After two years at PCC, I
wanted to leave. When I tried to apply into
two other colleges to continue my nursing career elsewhere, I
was told that because my two years of college credits
came from an unaccredited college that I would basically have
to start over with only a few of my hard
earned credits counting as “electives.” At that point I
had to make a tough decision. I had to
choose to add 2 more years to my college career
or just stick it out and finish in the original
four year plan. I then chose to go ahead
and finish at PCC. The program went downhill from
there. I began my junior year. In one
of my junior level classes, the entire class was told
at the beginning of the semester that “in order to
make an 'A' on the final exam at the end
of the semester, you would have to have one year's
experience as a registered nurse.” Correct me if I
am wrong, but that basically was saying that nobody had
a chance of getting an “A!” This same teacher
told me that I should consider another career. However,
what I would like for her to know now is
that I am doing quite fine in the world of
nursing. I love my career and have done well
in my field—no thanks to her. In that same
class, every year nearly 50% of the students failed it
and had to repeat it either over Christmas break or
sit out an entire year because the class was only
offered once a year. Because this happened every year,
wouldn't you think that there is a problem with the
teaching? My senior year I had a teacher that
had just graduated the year before and her only nursing
experience was a summer in Africa. My point is
that the teaching quality was extremely poor. I have
been a nurse for 13 years now, and when I
see and hear about what other people were able to
learn and do in college, I feel like I was
ripped off. Now let me be clear, not every
teacher was that way. I had a few that
had advanced degrees and that were extremely caring. However,
that was rare. Fortunately for me, where my degree
is from does not matter. The fact that I
passed the state board exam for nursing is my ticket
to a career. Because I have to have a
nursing license, I have never had to deal with the
fact that PCC is unaccredited in order to obtain a
job. However, for my husband that has been another
story. When people ask me where I graduated from,
I almost feel ashamed. I have friends that look
over their college days very fondly and are proud to
tell others where they graduated from. I usually just
tell people that I went to school in Florida, and
then I just pray that they don't question me further.
If I had it to do all over again,
I would not waste my time or money at PCC.
And speaking of money...yes, the cost is inexpensive compared
to other colleges. However, a lesson that I have
learned in life is that you truly do get what
you pay for! In the same manner that I
would not return to PCC, my husband and I have
said that we will also not allow any of our
children to go there. We would like for them
to go somewhere we know that they will be happy
as well as receive a quality education. Oh, and FYI,
the PCC deception begins with the full color catalogs when
they try to make you believe that the beach is
pretty much right outside your dorm room. It's not.
You have to drive about 45 minutes away to get
to the nearest segregated (boys/girls) beach.
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