Some of you know me.
Most of you don’t.
I attended Franciscan University of Steubenville only briefly before “discerning out” of the university.
(If you’re still there, you’re well-acquainted with that phrase.)
I didn’t go for an MRS degree, and I didn’t go to become spiritually enlightened. I didn’t go to pull myself out of crippling depression by jumping into a vat of Catholicism, and I didn’t go to cleanse myself of the filth of the world. I didn’t go to be able to say I was friends with Scott Hahn, and I definitely didn’t go because I was dying to live in Ohio.
If someone were to ask me now why I had decided to go to Franciscan at all, I wouldn’t really know.
But I can tell you why I left.
I can tell you why many of my friends have left.
I could even provide you with a few theories as to why there are only 3000 kids there.
But, I won’t. (Not yet, anyways.)
I’m not here to spread rumours about the school, to trash the board of directors, or to whine about the policies. I'm not here to throw a tantrum -- I'm not some bitter ex-Frannie. I don’t hate the school, despite what the rumours about me claimed. That’s right, Frannies spread rumours. I know. I was shocked too. (Not really.)
Some people call me a conspiracy theorist, but I call it being a realistic analyst of the unusual.
“Ahhh,” you’re thinking, “she’s crazy. Now it all makes sense.”
Does it, though?
Does it all make sense?
Does it make sense why it’s impossible to transfer out of Franciscan after you spend a certain amount of time there?
Does it make sense why certain people just randomly disappear from the school?
Does it make sense how instead of raising money to improve the dorms, the wifi, the laundry rooms, or the kitchens, Franciscan just raised a million dollars to build a hotel and two restaurants across the street? (Yeah, I know all about that. I still have connections on campus.)
Well.
Maybe it does make sense. Maybe there is a perfectly logical explanation for all of those questions. Maybe there is genuine concern and contemplation put into each of the board’s decisions concerning the school and students. Maybe there’s a rational answer to everything.
But where’s the fun in sense?