Penn State Could Lose Accreditation Over Sandusky Scandal

    August 14, 2012
    Sean Patterson
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Pennsylvania State University could be in danger of losing its accreditation in the wake of the Jerry Sandusky child molestation scandal.

The Middle States Commission on Higher Education warned Penn State last week on August 8th that it does not believe the university is complying with some of its accreditation standards. According to a story in the Chicago Tribune, the commission has requested a monitoring report from Penn State and will visit the school sometime this year. The school has until September 30th to provide its report. The commission told the Chicago Tribune that it issues these warnings when a university has the chance to bring itself back into compliance.

The commission has stated that Penn State may have violated government regulations and therefore the commission’s standards of “leadership, governance, and integrity.” The Middle States Commission of Higher Education is one of many private regional education associations that set accreditation criteria and audit institutions for compliance. According to the Chicago Tribune, if the university were to lose its accreditation, it would also lose its federal funding for research and student loans.

As much of a wake-up call as this may be for the Penn State administration, it is unlikely that it will lose its accreditation.

Last month Penn State was fined $60 million by the NCAA and its football program will lose ten scholarships and be ineligible for bowl games over the next four years, due to its cover-up of Jerry Sandusky’s sexual abuse of minors. The program is also on probation for five years, and has vacated all of former coach Joe Paterno’s victories from 1998-2001.

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  • Ron

    For children who were broken,

    it is very hard to mend…

    my pain was rarely spoken

    and I hid the truth from friends.

    When days were just beginning

    I prayed for them to end,

    and when the pain kept coming,

    I learned to just pretend

    Each day that I pretended,

    I replaced reality…with lies, or dreams,

    or angry schemes in search of dignity.

    My body was forsaken, with no safe place to hide,

    I learned to stop

    hearing and feeling

    what he did to my insides.

    I tried to make him stop it

    I couldn’t even stand

    and couldn’t see a way out,

    and wished that I was dead.

    To be half the size of a grown-up

    and trapped inside the pain…

    To one day lose everything

    with no savior or refrain…

    To wonder how it’s possible

    that God could so forget

    the worthy child you knew you were,

    when you’d not been damaged yet…

    To figure on your fingers

    that the years til you’d be grown

    enough to heal the torment

    and survive out on your own

    were more than you could count to,

    or more than you could bear,

    was the reality that I lived in

    and I knew it wasn’t fair.

    ones who grew up broken

    are somewhat out of time,

    struggling to mend their childhood,

    when their peers are in their prime.

    Where others find love and contentment,

    I still often have to strive

    to remember I am worthy,

    and happy to be alive.

    Some of us are healing

    some are passing on.

    Some give their lives away to drugs,

    or the promise of life beyond

    Some still hide from society.

    Some struggle to belong.

    But all of us are wishing

    the past would not hold on so long.

    There’s a lot of digging down to do

    to find the child within,

    to love away the ugly pain

    and feel innocence again.

    There’s forgiveness worthy of angel’s wings

    for remembering those at all,

    who abused our sacred childhood

    and programmed us to fall.

    The journey is not so lonely

    as in the past it’s been…

    some of us are strong enough

    to let the growth begin.

    But while we’re trekking up the mountain

    we need everything we’ve got,

    to face the adults we have become,

    and all that we are not

    So when you see me weary

    from the day’s internal climb…

    remember that I wont run away…

    it will just take more time.

    When you see my quick defenses,

    my efforts to control,

    my readiness to form a plan

    of unrealistic goals…

    When I run into a conflict

    and fight to the bitter end,

    remember…I think that winning means

    I won’t be hurt again.

    When life calls for new beginnings,

    and I fear I’m doomed to end,

    remember…Wounded trust is like a wounded knee–

    It’s very hard to bend.

    Remember this until the end

    tell me the truth, and be my friend.

    For children who were broken…

    are very hard to mend.

    • Marie

      Ron, I have lived through childhood abuse as well, and your poem was heart rending and healing and hopeful all at the same time. I deeply appreciated reading it, and deeply appreciated how well you illustrated how difficult it is to trust again. Thank you and bless you for writing such a poem, and thank you for posting it.

    • Claudia McCall

      Ron, beautiful poem. I have also lived thru the abuse, and that poem is me, too. We who have the childhood belong to the brother- and sisterhood. Thanks for sharing it, and peace and healing to you, brother.

  • Ron

    Older women who like younger men are called “Cougars”
    Older men who like little boys are called “Nittany Lions”