“Bibles?” they asked.
“Yeah, the Christian religious text.” my mother replied.
They didn’t have any. I was fairly discouraged.
The next day at church 3 different people came up to me and told me that I should consider going to a Christian school. Two of those people mentioned Wheaton by name.
I read about the school and liked it. I visited the school and liked it even more.
Sure enough, I applied to Wheaton. I did so that I might escape the culture of my high school and be in a place where I could have Christian friends, friends who could have a positive influence on me. I (fortunately) got in, and (obviously) accepted.