"I was born by the river... in a little tent...[oh] and just like the river, I've been running ever since...!
"It's been a long, a long time comin', but i know a change gone come...!" -Sam Cooke ["Change Gone Come"]
Can that song be any more like the life i embrace today? A Memphis native, now a lowly, Georgia in-debt flunkie, working as an overnight cashier at Walgreens... But wait, this isn't what DeVry "Univeristy" promised me! How stupid i have been to consider this swindle of a school.
I attended DeVry for less than five semesters and i owe d*n near $40,000! Sure, like all the others who have graduated and thank God for their experience at DeVry, i have more disgruntled responses than those of promotion.
My story is this: that d*n school lied to me! That's right! I will hide no longer, my friend. I attended Craigmont High in Memphis, TN, where DeVry "Univeristy" representative [with dazzling smile] Gaynette Price -yep, i've given a name - prmoted the school and told me to my face and later to my parents' faces that DeVry had video game courses and graphic design courses... BULLS*!
I should have listened to my father who warned me of the apparent scheme, but being a hot-headed teen ready to leave the home, i eagerly pursued the tangerine dream of quick graduation and high-paying jobs.
She lied to me; the school denied any of her claims to the school [DeVry campus in Decaur, GA] and its supposed accredited courses. I work with a guy who agrees that the school scammed him too. I mean, i don't know... Maybe Devry is the school of everyone's dreams in California and f*ing up-north states, but down here, it isn't anything but slow computers, very few educated teachers, and crappy, overpriced housing with no meal plan whatsoever. H*l, my pschology teacher was the best teacher i had in the entire experience i was there and that course wasn't even a major. *Thank you, Mr. P.*
Here's a tale as well. My apartment was shared by three other guys! And what's more shameful, for three months, three freshmen and a sophomore starved in that apartment, scrounging around for any possible food, stealing food from each other [ a crime in which i was found guilty]. I detest my experience at that school and now i find myself on the outskirts of life, looking at all the scam artists lure innocent hick kids like i once was into their chamber of misbegotten promises.
There is no shame in cursing my campus at least if not the entire corporation. With the exception of a few, like Maria from Loganville, GA stated, the personnel have terrible customer service skills; they could give a less of a f* if you end up destitute like i would have had God not blessed me to have a few caring relatives down here after they threw me out of the school.
The reason why no one has been able to bring these Advocates of Satan down is because we lack the proof that the school is bull*, but today God has blessed you with a leader. If God will allow any of your hearts to follow me, I will testify against them for you. I lack legal means, but any lawyer who will hear me, i plead insanity from this phony, soulless school.
They can preach all they want about the lazy students who end up broke and confused, but i was not of them. I slacked off as anyone, but for the most part i tried to be focused, but flunked a major because i was not able to grasp the material.
So, in part, yes i fell on my own, but i was sensible enough to change majors, but even then i was dissatified because of the fact i still doodled in class [i wanted to pursue video games, graphic art, etc upon first attending the school] and was constantly approached my peers who asked, "Why the f* was i at DeVry?" i would tell them how my college rep screwed me and silence would congest the air.
I look around me and all i see are disgruntled faces. There is an increasing number of young people here since i last been there. Yet still old fogies and bubble-reared women still wander their way into the gloomy classroom settings. I got too friends who were screwed by the DeVry and are still attending, but as for me i couldn't reenter even if the blood vessels in my body threatened to pop unless i did because of the loan burden i carry upon my shoulders.
Rest not, dear friends; if there are any like me who would've traded lives a few years ago, i pray for you. I pray for all the financial strife you must be going through. As you may can tell, i aim to become a professional writer. And i admit, if it weren't for the sheer under-handed, conniving, crude-natured, and careless tactics used by DeVry "University" where overpriced books are rarely used during class and "classrooms" are actually "lo-tech" computer labs where the students download illegal music while the teachers screw each other in the janitor's closets... I would not have the determination and dedication to God that i have today!
Perhaps this is what you pay for. Yes, this is the price you pay for ego. Forgive me, Lord, but I must concur with the public that DeVry is one of the worst schools ever to stink up the US "educational" system. True: the students are responsible for much of their downfall as far as life goes, but isn't the job of the teachers and school to mentor and help the students develop the mindsets of sensible adults so that they won't end up paying rent with a 400-dollar allowance every month like me?
Wisdom is the key. Proverbs 22:3: "A prudent sees danger [DeVry scam] and takes refuge, but the simple [eager high school graduates like i once was] keep going and suffer for it."
We are the simple, my friend, and if you're black as i am, the Infamous Willie Lynch letter speaks for itself. But i have reason to belive that scam-artist schools will get theirs in the end. And if you want to ride with me, i'm down for whatever. I always said i would go out shooting even in a knife fight!
My number is. I go by "O-MaN!!!" Hit me up anytime and if you can't reach me, always leave a voice mail. God Bless you, Ms. Price and Sallie Mae [corporate loan sharks]... For one day, God will show you the error of your ways as he has with me by my days with DeVry! You may have shredded my pockets, but I'll be damned if you take my pride and rob me of my spirit and soul... Again!
Through God, ANYTHING is possible! Someday, i will prove to you the promise that He has given to me.
George
Decatur, Georgia
U.S.A.
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