Again, I'm sorry you are so upset about my experience in Pensacola. If I were you I wouldn't worry about what I have to say, after all, who am I? You like Pensacola and that's all that matters. Just as a point of interest for you, I am mostly negative about most things. It's just the way I am. I revel in seeing the glass as half empty because I loathe sickly sweet positivity. While I did enjoy the color of the sand on Gulf Breeze, it did not outweigh the fact the my hotel room smelled like Kentucky Fried Chicken (I started to refer to it as my "Kentucky Fried Room")or that there were more Waffle Houses in the whole town than I bet there are students at PJC. And another thing, the poverty was striking. I cannot imagine living in some of the houses that I saw there and thinking "this is alright, I'm living a great life". Not that material things are everything, and I understand that the entire South was devastated by hurricanes, etc., but when is enough enough? At what point do Pensacolans get out and move to a place where everything doesn't smell of mold or Kentucky Fried Chicken?
This is not a personal attack on you or Pensacola, it is merely an observation from one week I spent there. By the way, I have to go back in early March so stay tuned for more rantings.
p.s. Why have you taken the time to post all these comments but you stay anonymous? I hate that. Give us a little info on you beside your passion for PJC...
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