This is a little bit of a rant.
I wish I could get back all that time I waisted sitting in church and in Sunday school. I was Catholic and we didn’t call it Sunday school though it was on Tuesday and it was called CCD. 3pm every Tuesday after regular school my friend Tayrns (pronounced Tearin[s]) mom would pick me up. Class didn’t start untill four but Tayrns mom was also a CCD teacher so she had to be there before everyone else. I didn’t have any other ride so we would sit through the teachers meeting for half an hour then go to class for another hour. I feel like the reason no one really tells you how pointless these classes are is because no one can remember them. I sure can’t really remember what we did. I just remember begging my mom not to make me sit through those boring classes anymore.
For some reason it was required that we bring our bibles to class every week. I have no idea why because I think I only ever used mine once to kill a fly. Even if we had read from the bible I don’t think the teachers even understood what they were reading, first of all, they weren’t teachers! They were parents! A bunch of parents got together and “taught” all the kids about the bible. Ya that never happened, I never learned anything. I know more about the bible now that I’m atheist then when I was religious.
I remember bits and pieces, like being lectured at by young “hip” teens about why god was cool. One guy ate a banana with the peel still on it for some reason, something to do with god I’m sure. Never got through though, and I know it wasn’t just me. I guarantee if you took every kid who was at that “seminar” none of them would remember why he ate it only that he was stupid for doing it. That seminar was supposed to be a camping retreat for my confirmation; instead we were all packed into a school gym for ten hours with religious “councilors.” I wonder where all that money that was being donated went to?
8 years of CCD, church, special confirmation classes and a ten hour seminar later… I still wasn’t even sure what getting my confirmation even meant. Now I know, I would love to be unconfirmed. I just did what my mom told me I had to do. I got yelled at by the priests and the nuns constantly for talking too much or asking questions. Asking questions in church class is a big no no, not unless it is along the lines of “how can I blindly follow your retarded religion even more, mother of four who can’t find a real job so you take your time up here by trying to teach a bunch of little kids barbaric stories that have no historical factual basis at all?”
I only ever did any of it to please my mom really. I believed it but I thought church was bullshit. Once I didn’t have to go anymore I was so happy. I went back once after not having had gone in a while. I still felt twinges of guilt when I didn’t go for a while, so I was trying to go with my mom sometimes. All of a sudden the part of the mass where everyone says a very long prayer together began and everyone in unison without prompt started reciting this prayer: "we believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty, maker of heaven and earth of all that is seen and unseen…” and on and on this prayer goes about what “we” believe. It was the scariest sounding thing in the world. I felt like I was in a cult and everyone around me was reciting their brainwashed beliefs like robots. I didn't go to church unless it was a holiday after that, I just couldn’t stand sitting in that room with all those judgmental eyes on me. I had grown up in front of the church and the way it was there was you were just never doing enough. The church always needed more support more money and more young helpers. Hell no the church had nothing but make my life horrible I wanted nothing to do with them. I wish someone would have told me church was a freaking waist of time.