As an ignorant young adult, I wasn’t very outgoing; I was always the shy student, the one who always got bullied and I wouldn’t really talk to anyone. When I turned fourteen, my parents informed me I was to attend confirmation classes. I wasn’t exactly enthused at the new that I would attend it for two years. To add to these, wonderful news; my older brother was going with me too. Goody. During the first few months I went I found it to be quite boring and unintriguing for me. I had to stay by my brother at all times because I didn’t know anybody else there; making the whole ordeal even more soporific but I had no other choice. A lot of people around me didn’t really look interested, and or didn’t care about what was going on. Some were even on their phones during the mass, which is incredibly disrespectful. My face slowly turned a shade redder in anger every time I saw someone on their phone to the point I
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The majority of the students who had shown up where only there because their parents had forced them to go and not so much because they were aspiring to become better Catholics. It was an absolutely different environment to me, dealing with people who were so ignorant and clueless about my faith. When half the year was finally over, I noticed a difference in myself; I was happier and very relaxed. I first noticed when we had our first retreat. I was the type of person that didn’t like to participate, or even raise my hand to answer (despite knowing 100% I was right), let alone scream or sing; I was very shy and quiet. Our first retreat was at our church. We had other churches joining us that day for that event; it made me nervous realizing that other people I didn’t know would be there. When my brother and I got there, half of the place was full; eyes following us as we walked to our assigned table. We sat down and I saw everyone talking amongst each other. “I
The majority of the students who had shown up where only there because their parents had forced them to go and not so much because they were aspiring to become better Catholics. It was an absolutely different environment to me, dealing with people who were so ignorant and clueless about my faith. When half the year was finally over, I noticed a difference in myself; I was happier and very relaxed. I first noticed when we had our first retreat. I was the type of person that didn’t like to participate, or even raise my hand to answer (despite knowing 100% I was right), let alone scream or sing; I was very shy and quiet. Our first retreat was at our church. We had other churches joining us that day for that event; it made me nervous realizing that other people I didn’t know would be there. When my brother and I got there, half of the place was full; eyes following us as we walked to our assigned table. We sat down and I saw everyone talking amongst each other. “I