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12/12/08(Fri)16:45:43 No.2417988It
was weird with me. My entire extended family and mum aren't baptised or
anything. My mum had me baptised when I was 4 and I remember it very
clearly. Father Kennedy. I was sat in the third row by the aisle, on
the left, and he came over and asked about my name (it's Hebrew but I'm
white British lol?) and then I remember getting the water on my head,
and not knowing what the fuck was happening.
I was baptised
Catholic so I could go to the best school in town, which was Catholic.
Subsequently I ended up going to a Catholic secondary school too -
REALLY strict - and learning loads of Christfaggotry. I remember being
shocked that my cousin didn't do the Eucharist. It was fucking awesome
though. Bible camp changed my life. I went 3 times and every time I
felt born again. Jesus. And this is Britain - where we don't really
think too much of religion (like 1% of us goes to Church every week,
while 50% of Americans do, or some shit, Google it) yet have it
integrated with schools. But we certainly would mock "bible camp" when
we hear about it in America. And I went 3 times, by choice. I would go
again, too. I might actually become a helper there for my gap year. Hmm.
And
oh man, now I'm in a non-religious 6th form college (for year or
"grade" 12 and 13, which are non-compulsory) and it's so fucking weird,
I feel totally lost - no prayer 3 times a day - no prayer before exams.
I'm not studying for God anymore. It's fucking weird as shit.
Also, inb4 underage b&, I'm in year 13 now. Also, ask me anything about strict Catholictfag school, bible camp, etc. |