I was partially raised Catholic, but it didn't go too well. Early on in life I had to attend CCD, which was Catholic Saturday school. I didn't fit in there even as far back as I remember, which was probably 3rd grade or so. When I was in early grade school they would have presentations on the evils of backmasking, and how bands like AC/DC Satanic. They'd play supposed examples of Satanic messages, but all I heard was gobbledygook. Barely out of diapers and I was already questioning authority figures
Then there was the whole thing about giving us these encyclopedia size books on illicit drugs, ostensibly to scare us away from them. This was when I was in later grade school and I was questioning why we got them. I always thought kids would just be more educated on which drugs to try, maybe even encouraging them. It did nothing for me except question tactics at the very least, or motives at the very worst.
I went to public middle school and ended high school in a public school, but went for some years in the middle in Catholic schools. I try not to judge all religious people and my parents were well meaning, but this may have been the worst move for me. Anyhow, I didn't fit in many ways. But for my point here is I always questioned what they were doing. That's what ended up getting me kicked out. I was *not* a rebellious kid. My experience probably made me a little bit at a point, but overall I was just an independent thinker. What finally got me kicked out might surprise some here. Don't get me wrong, I had one foot out of the door at this point, but I was serious. They had a test, probably Theology class but still, where one of the questions was if abortion was wrong. It was couched in religious speak of good and evil IIRC. I brought it up in "counseling" as why I didn't agree with their methods. I was actually strongly anti abortion back then, as I am now, but to make such an issue a test question worded how it was in absolutes, I thought was bullshit.
Anyhow back to funny pics, my mini rant is over
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Hmm, come to think of it I didn't even mention what I used to overhear or see. There were certain priests who sure took a liking to the altar wine during Wed church in middle school. There was the principle/nun who was still there for me, but had the nickname of "Snortin Norton" when my uncle went there about a decade earlier. There was the history teacher who was also a football coach who would be so drunk and/or hung over he'd tell students to keep a eye out in the hall so he could crawl under the desk to sleep. Or the whispers about a priest who potentially did something wrong at another church now at this one... No idea what that was about, I probably don't want to know. Then there was the male teacher who was OBVIOUSLY closet gay, but also a sadist. Or the other REALLY REALLY NICE female middle school teacher, whom in hindsight was probably a diddler.
