Church is Pointless

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. 

I Wasn't Ready to Raise A Kid

I woke up in the morning with one missed call from my sister and a text that said “call me please!” I opened the phone to see what time she called and saw it was 3AM.  She’s pregnant, that’s all I thought.  I didn’t even consider anything else I just knew.  Turns out she peed on that stick then called me the second it said positive.  She cried and said she didn’t know what to do, I told her whatever she did I would understand and help her.  She and her boyfriend decided that they wanted to keep the baby.  Well deciding to keep a baby was easy but telling everyone wasn’t.

 It was just me living in the house at the time with my parents, my brother and my sister lived together about a half an hour away.  Well my sister picked the best night to tell my parents OVER THE PHONE. I guess I don’t blame her, knowing me I would have done it in text or something.  I was sitting in the room attached to the kitchen where my parents were sitting at the table laughing together.  My sister called me and I ran upstairs, she said she wanted to warn me she was about to do it and I should go in my room.  I told her I would be there when she told them so I hung up the phone and ran back downstairs and took my original spot on the couch.  I heard my mom’s phone ring… my heart was racing..