Life sometimes becomes this one big, repetitive cycle; everyday seems to flow the same as the last. That is how my life was going last September. So when my mother walked into our kitchen and told me I had to go to confirmation classes, I answered my usual answer for everything, “Okay Mom”. Little did I know, these simple classes I would take for four months would forever change my outlook on the rest of my life. Classes soon started in mid-September. We were being crammed into a small, ventless catechism building. Everyone from my peers to my closest friends were thinking the same thing that I was: we did not want to be here and we hated our parents for forcing us into this. I was not enjoying this experience already and I figured
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Except this time, we were split up into small groups and I was paired off with Father Bazaar. We talked about the bible, the commandments, and he cracked a couple jokes like he always did. By this time, I was already known as probably the only student who was enjoying being at these classes. If a question was asked, I answered. If Mrs. Gerry needed any volunteers, I was the first to volunteer. I owed it to Him to take this seriously. At the end of the meeting, they pulled us out of small groups to explain to us that we were going on a mandatory retreat in Lake Arthur. A chorus of sighs rang out as all of my peers began thinking of having to miss the parties this weekend. Normally this would be me, thinking of the time I’d get to spend at someone’s house or with my friends, but for some reason, I was too excited for this trip. All I could think about was how fun it was going to be to get away from this town and be secluded for weekend. I must have been the only one who thought this retreat was a good idea because from the moment we got the news to the moment our parents dropped us off in Lake Arthur, I heard nothing but negative comments about it. The activities that were planned for us to do as soon as we got there did not help the negative comments, but I knew they were set up for a reason: to get us closer with God
Except this time, we were split up into small groups and I was paired off with Father Bazaar. We talked about the bible, the commandments, and he cracked a couple jokes like he always did. By this time, I was already known as probably the only student who was enjoying being at these classes. If a question was asked, I answered. If Mrs. Gerry needed any volunteers, I was the first to volunteer. I owed it to Him to take this seriously. At the end of the meeting, they pulled us out of small groups to explain to us that we were going on a mandatory retreat in Lake Arthur. A chorus of sighs rang out as all of my peers began thinking of having to miss the parties this weekend. Normally this would be me, thinking of the time I’d get to spend at someone’s house or with my friends, but for some reason, I was too excited for this trip. All I could think about was how fun it was going to be to get away from this town and be secluded for weekend. I must have been the only one who thought this retreat was a good idea because from the moment we got the news to the moment our parents dropped us off in Lake Arthur, I heard nothing but negative comments about it. The activities that were planned for us to do as soon as we got there did not help the negative comments, but I knew they were set up for a reason: to get us closer with God