To the amazement of alumni everywhere (and after spending years slamming blogs and forums that dared to disagree with it), Pensacola Christian College has caught the spirit of social media and has launched its own blog full of articles purportedly written by students and faculty. Since it has taken them only until 2011 to catch up to blogging, one can easily imagine that PCC will be getting a Twitter account about the time Haleyâ€™s Comet returns. I canâ€™t wait.
However, my hopes that maybe this was a move to let real students say actually true things about their experiences at PCC were doomed from the outset. Evidently, everyone at that college uses the exact same writing style and sentence structure as dictated from Dr. Chapmanâ€™s little blue book to sing the praises of everything and everyone at Pensacola Christian. Also, the writers are apparently all named â€œMaribethâ€ and work for minimum wage in the college promotions department. Or at least thatâ€™s what Iâ€™m left to believe after reading some of these gems.
I never actually attended â€œcollege daysâ€, but I did take a trip with my senior year of high school to see what the college was like. It was a wonderful opportunity to really see what PCC was all about. It wasnâ€™t until this trip that I realized God wanted me here.
Call me cynical but Iâ€™m guessing that God may also have opened his eyes to the fact that thereâ€™s a honking big water park on campus.
On another piece about Dr. Clyde Box, (cleverly named â€œOutside the Boxâ€) a girl named Debi comments:
That was a really good message! Afterward, I got Dr. Box to sign my Bible, and that made my night! Especially after that message!
Well, sister, if thatâ€™s not a squeeeee! inducing moment, then I donâ€™t know what is.
Bible Conference week is a time set aside for rest, the beach, relaxation, research papers, sleep, and, most importantly, good preaching.
I was at PCC for four years. I canâ€™t imagine an actual breathing student writing that and really meaning it. Bible conference was a time for wearing a suit 10 hours a day and listening to 9,876 sermons on fleeing youthful lust. Nobody ever, ever, ever in my hearing referred to it as â€œrelaxing.â€ You would likely have been beaten with a wide-margin KJV if you had dared.
As if this love fest of all things PCC-related wasnâ€™t enough, there are even helpful enrollment advisers who
troll monitor the site with spam helpful answers.
Donâ€™t bother trying to add your own comments, however. They wonâ€™t be approved. Only the beautiful and certifiably fundy are allowed to be heard on this bastion of blessed blogging.
Watching PCC discover social media is somewhat like watching the Clampetts discover indoor plumbing. They just donâ€™t quite get it. When you take a medium thatâ€™s best used for discussions and open dialog and then censor it, polish it, and turn it into advertising, unintentional hilarity is bound to ensue.