Christian colleges vs Public colleges/universities?

i got accepted into regent university, im going there for journalism( Don’t tell me how its dying because i dont care im a communicator its who I AM). I am a christian but im very liberal, my whole thing is whats happens b/w you and GOD is b/w you two. i dont believe in killing homosexuals at the stake, or telling poor women that they will go to HELL because of abortion. Everyone goes through stuff and i think its how you deal with it, but i am a firm believer in MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS, i dont know what happened in your life and i wont judge you.

I would love an environment that will allow me to get closer to Christ, but i dont have a conservative “IF you even dream of having sex before marriage your going to hell!” attitude. Honestly, i been though a lot and i chose this college mainly for the fact that its so far away from my so called “Home”, i need to get away from this place and its mainly because everyone in my home is so Single-minded. Look, you dont have to agree with everyone but i believe you should respect their views. and i grew-up in a sheltered conservative home, so i would love to venture out and i think that the school being in Virginia Beach is a Big plus.

i just want to make life-long friends, worship God, and hear other peoples views and accept them. I also want to party a little but not like “LCD” getting passed out, just a small party scene of me and a small group of friends on the beach at night dancing to Non-christian music..lol…like to hip-hop, Rb, and jazz…Hey do you think christian colleges have a Poetry club..? sryy…that last part was random but what do you think?

thank-you

How would you suggest I come up with a title?

Exerpt:Running across with pavement was easy. Jumping through the open window was hard if I didn’t have the rock sitting there. Not getting caught was easy. Following every dance move that Harry Ortega was doing is hard.
Harry is a world renowned dancer that graduated from my dream college, Julliard. He graduated almost two years ago with perfect grades and attendance. His moves were perfect and amazing. He could mix hip hop and ballet then throw in some jazz. If I weren’t jealous, I’d be stupid.
I looked through the one way mirror and copied his every movement. Pop, lock, drop, then rise up on your toe, and spin. My red hair swirled around me as I spun. If I were actually in the class he was instructing for the day, I’d have my hair up in a perfect bun like the rest of the girls. Too bad Cynthia wouldn’t pay for something so useless. Dancing is nothing but a waste of time, she had told me when I had asked.
“Okay, let’s put it all together and run in some of your own moves,” Harry said over the music.
I tapped my toe while they lined up. Harry and I stood face to face through the mirror.
The next track started. We danced perfectly in sync matching each other’s moves with precision. I pulled my leg up pass my head when he left the mirror for a quick turn. Then we were off again trying to outdo each other’s dance moves. Finally, the music clicked with me and I took the lead. Winning this constant dance battle that raged between us. Too bad he didn’t even know I existed…I think.
Harry clapped his ends bringing the class to an abrupt halt. I looked at the clock behind everyone. Oh no…
I pulled on my weathered jacket, grabbed my bag, and jumped out the window. My feet started their run against time. Each step took me farther and farther away from the recreation building. My lungs started to burn with the distance. I heaved in and out for air. Then my feet hit the green grass of my front lawn. I raced around back to my secluded room. Each step up was agonizing. I couldn’t keep doing this every day. When I was on the porch, I finally stopped my running.
If anyone ever caught me, I’d be screwed. People would find out who I really am—no, who I was as in past tense. I’m not that person anymore. It was wrong for me to even try to do anything like that.
I shook my head to rid myself of my thoughts and ducked inside. My comfortable room lay out before me. Well, it’s comfortable now. Before this place was a mess of beer bottles, glass, and dirty clothes. Jason, my eldest brother, hadn’t done very well in taking care of it. It took me two days of non-stop cleaning to actually fix up the room or should I say, little house on stilts.
Jason…how’d we grow apart? Was it the fact that any time anyone talked to him, they were asking for me? Was it the fact that I was gone for three years shooting a dance movie? Was it the fact that I was the most well-known girl on the planet? What happened to the big brother that used to tackle me in a bear hug every time I saw him? Was it the fact that I disowned him in public in front of millions of television stations?
“Someone looks like they’re thinking pretty dang hard,” a voice disrupted my insistent questioning.
I looked up to the television. Joey wanted to video chat…just great.
“I thought you were shooting that big movie starting today,” I mumbled. Joey shrugged and leaned back in a leather recliner. I kicked my shoes off and threw them in the closet by the television.
“They set the starting date later than they had planned on…” he whispered. I could sense the frustration in his voice. He run a hand through his styled brown hair and slammed it down on the recliner’s arm. “Why didn’t you take the deal?”
Not this question. Not again! How many people feel the need to ask this question?
Harry dancing replayed in my mind. It was perfection. That’s what I need, perfection. I want to be able to whip out a chorus of dance moves and leave everyone watching in a state of awe.
“It’s hard to explain Joey,” I sighed and ran across my room to flop down on my bed.
A short chuckle escaped his cute mouth. That was Joey….cute and quirky. I loved him to bits but he was so much like Jason that I couldn’t take it. He had this unnerving air around him just like Jason. He made me question why I’d even attempted to dance and I hated him yet loved him for it.
“Nothing is hard to explain unless you make it hard.”
I pulled my remote from under the hard pillow and turned off the television.
There is no need to explain my motives to anyone but myself. If others wanted to know, they should pay more attention.
My mind worked itself from dance to Harry then to tomorrow. The dreadful first day of school is tomorrow. When was the last time I’ve actually been in a school? When was the last time I was in a school full of regular people with dreams bigger than their wallets or better yet, their egos?
Tomorrow might be the second worst day of my life. Everyone will know where I went.
I’ve finished the book and still can’t think of a title. Please help me!!!!