by G. Jack Urso
I always have to
preface stories about my undergraduate days by explaining I attended a
Conservative Evangelical Christian college in the 1980s, so if this sounds like
some kind of bizarre parallel universe in another dimension, that would be correct.
But I digress.
One requirement
of the college was that we attend chapel four days a week, between 11 am and
Noon, in the large auditorium on campus which also served as the church for
Sunday services. Called “The Pledge,” this was a contractual agreement that required
us to attend chapel and abstain from dancing, drugs, sex, and going to movies
on Sundays. That sounds harsh, but I hasten to add the restriction against
playing cards on campus was lifted in 1983, so to confirm Jerry Falwell’s
comment about “That liberal college up North,” we were progressive AF in the
Regan era.
As background, I
should explain that I was to have graduated in December 1987, but because I
failed my first year of Spanish, it pushed my graduation date forward one term.
Now I could have just gone home and taken the course at SUNY-Albany, but I knew
the instructor at Houghton, who tolerated my low-performing existence, and I
have no talent at foreign languages, so I wasn’t anxious to switch boats in
mid-stream. I figured I would stay on campus that Spring and go part-time. In
order to get financial aid, I had to take at least nine credit hours. I only
needed one course, Spanish, but thought I could take a couple others outside my
major I always wanted to take, like Social Stratification and another theater
or lit course.
The first
obstacle I encountered with that course of action was with chapel and Dean
Danner. Taking nine credit hours to qualify for financial aid meant that I was
still required to attend chapel four days a week. I absolutely bristled at the
idea. I always pushed the limit on the number of chapels I could miss without
getting expelled, and sometimes exceeding it, usually with a well-timed medical
excuse near the very end of the semester when there was really nothing that could
be done about it. At this point, needing only one course to graduate I was even
less inclined to sit through them. It came to a head one day after I told my
advisor I refused to go as I saw it as a pointless waste of my time. After Dean
Danner caught wind of it, he asked me to visit him at home so we could talk
about it.
We had a long
conversation about faith, but particularly about integrity — being a man of
your word. Dean Danner was a retired Army Lt. Col., so concepts like honor,
respect, and integrity we important to him. I may not like the Pledge, but I
signed it, Dean Danner reminded me. I gave my word and as long as I was
registered for at least nine credit hours I was committed to attending chapel.
Sometimes, there is a cost in keeping one’s word, he noted. In my case it would
be attending chapel.
Now, I want to
say that Dean Danner was a real classy guy. He was patient and kind and had a
sense of humor. For example, knowing he was perceived as the head Pledge law
enforcement officer, he had no problem playfully portraying Big Brother on
posters advertising a showing of the film 1984,
starring John Hurt and Richard Burton (see image at right). I concede, however,
that it was a little less than generous for me to go around adding toothbrush
mustaches to the posters. It is probably even a little less generous that I
held on to a photograph of it for nearly thirty-five years. I can’t say all our
interactions were as pleasant as this meeting, but I can venture a guess he
probably turned a blind eye at times.I thought long
and hard about what Dean Danner said and decided he was right. As long as I was
registered for nine credit hours, I had to keep my word. So, I dropped a course
and no longer had to attend chapel. My integrity was intact. Problem solved.
Ironically,
while there is usually a cost to maintain one’s integrity, in my case, by
dropping a course, I actually saved money.
Hey, a Big Brother has to make a living, am I
right?
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So true the price of integrity, of keeping one's word, can be high. Interesting and humorous ending. Thanks for sharing.
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