Butler 74 Florida 71 !!
About six months ago, I posted an account of my junior high school years, bringing us to my graduation from eighth grade. I revealed then that this was the beginning of a five-year stint in parochial schools.
In the fall of 1949 I enrolled as a freshman at Colorado Springs Bible School. The good news was Admin/Classroom Building
that I lived at home and did not have to board on campus, though many youngsters did just that. The bad news was that it was still school.
Up until the year before my matriculation there, my father had been president of the school. The school encompassed high school grades nine through twelve and a four-year college level program encompassing Christian ministry and/or theological studies. I was acquainted with the school.
You may believe the assertion that I received no special consideration because of my father's previous connection to the institution. You might believe, along with me, that in fact I came under heightened and biased scrutiny because of the connection. But if you do, you are in danger of falling into the same error to which I was subject. Truth, I was just another student subject to the same rules and standards as all the rest of them. I have verified this with empirical evidence shared by my contemporaries over the years, finding that I wasn't so special in any sense of the word.