My earliest memory of church was when we met above the thrift store in town. As the church began to grow, we moved different places. When I was around 2nd or 3rd grade my parents decided I needed to go to Sunday school. This did not go over very well. I hated being away from my parents at church. For whatever reason I never felt “at home” at church. I always felt awkward and almost scared. This is partly because I knew no one my age there, just a …show more content…
I was able to act excited about it, but inside I could really care less about. I really enjoyed the theology classes I was taking. Even though they were basic and I knew most of things, I enjoyed them so much and the professors were so passionate about theology. I did not make it very far on my path towards becoming a teacher before I had a rough time. The education program required a lot of math classes. I took two of them and tried, but was not able to pass with the C+ I needed. Another bump in the road was the ACT. In order to get into the education program, you needed to have a 22 on the ACT. I had tried the ACT a few times in high school and did not do so well. I went to a ton of practice classes and studied a lot. When I took the ACT in the summer, I got a 21. I was so upset because I could not get into the education program. I was very upset and finally surrendered my future to God and asked for guidance. I decided I would do theology and CHML because it would help me in a future career serving God as well as I enjoyed the theology classes I had