Although it is a Southern Baptist institution by association, I couldn't help but notice that the campus has "churched" itself up tremendously since I enrolled there over a decade ago. Church was an important part of the college's activities, but it was not so loudly broadcasted throughout the campus. Now, there are giant Moses-esque tombstone-like plaques reminding students of the infamous "Ten Commandments."
I suppose this occurred after they expelled the poor gay boy for being, well, gay! Ironically, because of that silly business, the school lost its state funding for a pharmacy school. It was more than fitting justice that a Republican governor of Kentucky had to side with the liberals on the fact that taxpayers' dollars could not be used to fund an institution that discriminates against anyone. Amen!
I also noticed the "First Family" of the college is growing in power and influence. Before, there was simply the James H. Taylor II Stadium, which is named in honor of the president's eighteen year old son who was killed in an automobile accident in 1991. There is some scandal surrounding his death. The official report says that he was driving on a wet road and ran through a pole as his car left the roadway. The unofficial report says that he was liquored up while driving on a wet road and ran through a pole as his car left the roadway. (See how few details make an account make even more sense?) Either way, he is memorialized with a college building named in his honor.
Today, while I was passing through, I couldn't help but notice that part of the O. Wayne Rollins Center has been renamed in honor of the president's wife. Part of the Rollins Center is now called the Dinah Taylor Aquatics Center. I'm sure the now dead millionaire, who donated the money to have the athletics complex built, doesn't mind sharing his glory with the First Lady of the University of the Cumberlands. (I thought naming buildings came from generously sharing your wealth with a school, not sleeping with its president.)
Moving on...
Most of all I was disappointed to see the bust of one of the college's presidents, J.M. Boswell, moved to a new location on campus. Before, he sat on a major thoroughfare of student foot traffic, where he was often the subject of late night pranks, such as wearing a pink bra with red lipstick and being dressed up for a Hawaiian luau. He is now in a less traveled part of campus. It appears as if they have filled up the water fountain, which was occasionally filled with dish soap, with dirt. Boswell's bust now sits in the middle of the landscaping of the former water fountain.
As with all things, time has a way of changing landscapes and ideas. On a lighter note, I noticed that my old campus mailbox has the same combination. Oops! I will remember that number until the day I die. I may be ravaged by the effects of dementia and Alzheimer's, in the future, but I will remember the combination to my mailbox! Oh, those were the days.
