I am CMC, a Unique Guinea Pig, Teacher, VeteranBy Jesse S. Gonzalez '72
It all started one May morning. The phone stirred me from a deep slumber and tossed me into a world I will never forget. “Hello, yes, is this Jesse, I thought, surely a prank call. The Claremont Colleges (CMC) calling me, sure”. On the third call back I listen to the caller tell me I had been selected to attend Claremont Men’s College. I thought great, but where in the hell is CMC? June of 72’ I found out. I entered the Program for Special Directed Studies (PSDS), as promised here the proof it did happen: http://www.eric.ed.gov/ERICWebPortal/search/detailmini.jsp?_nfpb=true&_&ERICExtSearch_SearchValue_0=ED088638&ERICExtSearch_SearchType_0=no&accno=ED088638 ,an unrecognized, and forgotten part of the Claremont Colleges history. I attended Scripps college that summer in preparation for September classes. I made the grade and that fall I became a member of the CMC student body. My comrades of Wolford Hall made my college life worth all the challenges I faced through the next four years. They didn’t care what program I belonged to just so long as I graduated and they willing to help. Boy the stories I could tell you. I left CMC proud and educated a second infantry lieutenant, and better human being. The war took its toll, and time aged me, but CMC made me. The snobbery that now exists now on the campus hurts me dearly. I volunteered to be a mentor but being “just” a teacher and soldier didn’t thrill my mentee. I have gone back as a guest speaker and that turned out to be the highlight of my life. From a PSDS member to a CMCer, to a retired Army lieutenant colonel and a teacher of forty years, wow what a road. I did it Dr. Elsbree, Dr. Snortum, Dr. Elliot, and Lieutenant Colonel Hester, thanks for your confidence.