Pensacola Christian College

During my first semester, I jumped blindly into a short lived romance/engagment with a man who was later possessive and verbally abusive. If it had not been for the college's "keep your hands to yourself" rules, he might have become physically abusive and I could be dead right now.

My freshman year was difficult, being away from home for the first time. But I made some wonderful friends and we still manage to keep up-to-date with each other.

Many of my professors influenced me both in my educational training and in my personal life. When I collapsed during one of his classes, Dr. Chapman called the nurse at the Graf Center. When she saw me struggling after getting an assignment back from another teacher, Dr. Young let me come to her office and use up her box of Kleenex. When I realized that I needed to end the abusive relationship (we got back together after he broke off our engagement), Dr. Johnson prayed with me and helped me sort out the words I needed to say in my goodbye letter.

PCC is not for everyone. The rules are strict, but they are there for a reason. If I had not gone to PCC, I never would have made these wonderful friends and I probably would not have developed as a writer. It is still my goal to publish a novel someday.

Most likely we all went there because our parents liked the choice.
All the stories that you read in all these comments are true--believe it! I graduated from there and worked there two years afterwards. When you work there, you see the really terrible side. After my first year working there, the PCC administration tried to fire me two times. I won't say too "MUCH" about him--but he is not as nice as he seems. I assure you it was over things as simple as "missing Sunday school"--I was 22 years old at the time. Even the staff people have to sign into Sunday school so they can check that no one is missing Sunday school.

After that, I knew that they wanted to get rid of me but I was determined to finish my contract just to spite them.

I could go on and on myself about the insanity that I went through. I assure you the "trials" brought on by PCC is what made me stronger in faith and closer to the Lord.

I will say that I eventually married my husband whom I met at PCC. Thank God for that. And, the whole story of our "dating" there is hilarious. The one that we like to tell each other about the most is when he stole a kiss in the computer lab. Or, when everyone would pack into the dining room after church and he was able to steal a feel while we were all pushing and crowding in to eat. And, gosh, I am so glad that they did not read our mail or bug our phone calls. I don't think that my husband and I would have graduated. What can I say--we were young and in love.

And, thank God, we have a wonderful family that is blessed by God.
You know what, God even blesses those that are young and in love and sometimes do crazy things.
God will not even "kick" you out but PCC will.So, be careful!!