I doubt it changed in the 3 months between my graduation and your first semester (thanks, LJ schools function!), so I can safely say the "diversity" was non-existent, and I knew one lesbian who transferred out after a year, and one gay boy who stuck it out at least 2 years (maybe graduated? Dunno, he was a sophomore when I graduated.) And if a girl hinted that she was vaguely bisexual, people avoided her.
It was ... odd being a pinko librul vegetarian atheist in central Pennsylvania. The only person who ever gave me any crap, though, was this guy who was a preacher's kid (and was fine unless we talked politics or religion.) The protestant campus minister bloody LARPed (werewolf), and the Catholic campus minister was just a nice guy. But it was the protestant campus minister who gave me these crap books about why Christianity was the Only Way, etc.
So, in general, people left well enough alone, and the biggest debate I remember was whether Trent Reznor or Tori Amos was the better musician (a friend of mine and I would tag each other's doors with song lyrics by our favorite. He lived upstairs.) And the biggest drama was trying to get the stupid activities board to fund the literary magazine.
And none of this has anything to do with tolerance, I suppose.
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Re: Just a little to say
Date: 2005-11-30 07:11 pm (UTC)It was ... odd being a pinko librul vegetarian atheist in central Pennsylvania. The only person who ever gave me any crap, though, was this guy who was a preacher's kid (and was fine unless we talked politics or religion.) The protestant campus minister bloody LARPed (werewolf), and the Catholic campus minister was just a nice guy. But it was the protestant campus minister who gave me these crap books about why Christianity was the Only Way, etc.
So, in general, people left well enough alone, and the biggest debate I remember was whether Trent Reznor or Tori Amos was the better musician (a friend of mine and I would tag each other's doors with song lyrics by our favorite. He lived upstairs.) And the biggest drama was trying to get the stupid activities board to fund the literary magazine.
And none of this has anything to do with tolerance, I suppose.