Something to think about...

Jeff Denmon

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Jeff Denmon is a returning staff writer who dreams of writing a “New York Times” bestseller of fantasy and magic. He was assistant editor of the “Six Mile Post” from fall 2005 to the end of spring 2006. When not writing, Jeff loses himself in the muse of the saxophone or guitar, or just loses himself totally in role playing games like Star Wars or Dungeons & Dragons.







This is my third year at Georgia Highlands College. I have three classes to take before I can graduate, all Spanish, so I tried something different. Even though I have always been a Floyd campus student, I am currently taking Spanish at the Cartersville campus to broaden my horizons.

I will admit that I was against both the name change of the school from Floyd College to GHC and also a little jealous of the money spent on the construction of the Cartersville campus. I thought that money spent in certain areas could have gone to other projects that the other campuses needed.

My first day of classes, I spent some time walking around the Cartersville campus. I never went to the roof or anything, but I found myself lonely. I knew no one and was too shy to talk to people. It was truly a mess.

Continuing my journey through the new giant of a campus, I found the library, sparsely populated with books, computers on almost every table, and students on those computers either waiting for their next class or just hanging around with classmates. I wanted to go home and go to bed. I had class, however, so I might as well give it a try.

Did I find a friend I knew? Yes, I did. She was in my class, which was also full of more interesting people. It made the campus seem not such a bad place to be. I was humbled by that.

Sometimes I wonder what makes a school. Is it the people, the students, the instructors, or the building? I’ve found that it is a combination of all those elements.

Yes, I still feel a little resentment for the spiffy computers, wireless internet, and marble pillars the Cartersville campus has to offer. Yet, I feel that I have lessened that resentment greatly because of the people I have met there and the differences I see between the two campuses.

My home is in Rome, but my class is in Cartersville. I think I can live with that.