What made Grove City great, and the reason I went there, was that it dared to be different. The school is unapologetically Christian. Men and women students lived separately. Booze was prohibited on campus. Violation of either the alcoholic consumption or male-female fraternization policies was grounds for serious disciplinary action, up to and including dismissal. The day before graduation, several members of my class got booted for cheating. And horror of horrors, you not only had to take a class on the Bible, but you had to go to Chapel and listen to people talk about Jesus!
I think that whole paragraph would fall into the category of hate crimes at most colleges.
But alas, not even Grove City is safe from the foul stench of "modernization".
First to go, were Saturday morning classes, we wouldn't want to tax the poor students too much. (as an aside, 8am Saturday classes were probably one of the best enforcement mechanisms against drinking)
Then I got a call from a perky student making fundraising calls for the college. She informed me of the incredible wonders of the new on campus-off campus co-ed apartment housing. She further informed me that she'd like some of my money. I declined.
Then I heard that they held Graduation on the quad. It's hard to explain this to a non-Grover, but I'll try. You can't (or at least couldn't it seems) go on the quad. You walked on the sidewalks or faced tortures worse than being locked in a utility closet with Jack Bauer and a craftsman tool set. Perhaps, a truly daring student would take a quick sprint across a small corner of the quad the week before graduation in an effort to stick it to the man and then quickly look around to make sure no one actually saw him. Needless to say, the news that graduation was held on the quad came as a shock.
Lying in the center of Grove City College Campus is the quadrangle, or "quad." Students have historically been prohibited by the administration from walking on the grass in this area. In recent years, restrictions have laxed, and the quad has been the subject of controversy among students and faculty. In the fall of 2005, the student government association voted to open the Upper Quad to "light athletic activities" and the administration established new policies for quad use. The Lower Quad remained off-limits - only used for such events as baccalaureate, commencement, and homecoming - until the fall of 2009, when it was also opened for use. Prior to the opening of the Quad, there was a long-standing legend on campus regarding the "Tower Sniper." Passed by word of mouth from upperclassmen to freshmen, the legend held that the Tower Sniper lived in the clock tower of Rockwell Hall and would shoot at anyone who walked across the quad.
LIGHT ATHLETIC ACTIVITIES!?!?!? What exactly does that mean? Well I know what that means. Frisbee....ON THE QUAD!
Even more disturbing than the actual walking on the grass, is how this revolution took place- the Student Government voted on it. THE SGA. As a Grover, I can faithfully attest that the SGA is completely unable at doing anything other than passing out cookies and holding meetings, and it struggles with those. A college is not a democracy, and at least when I went there Grove City College would have told you as much. What next, the SGA votes A's for everyone's report card? People join SGA for one of three reasons:
1. They're politically conniving weasels who think it will look great on their resume.
2. They're glory hounds who have become addicted to validation of their popularity through student government elections since their landslide victory as Mrs. Tubbs home room representative in 5th grade.
3. They like handing out cookies.
Not exactly the group of people who should be setting policy for a major institution of higher learning, don't you think? The inmates are running the asylum and the administration is a bunch of cowards for hiding behind "the will of the people".
It's a sad day for Grovers everywhere. At least for the Grovers who went there back when it was a real bastion of conservative Christian thought. When men were men, and they didn't live with girls, sleep in on Saturdays, or walk on the grass.
Here's your soap box back.