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.