Christianity

I’m Out!

{See my previous post for backstory} My mother and I decided to eat out last night. After our almost-discussion the day before, the elephant in the room was just too cumbersome. We needed to finish our talk, and I was finally–after over a year of evasion and privacy–ready to tell Read more…

Christianity

I’m a Freshman

[caption id="attachment_504" align="alignright" width="200" caption="Photo by Campin Guy"]Photo by Campin Guy[/caption] When you reach eighth grade, you're at the top of your game: You have an amusing case of senioritis that provides an abundance of confidence and slackitude (yes, that is a word today). Compared to your 7th and 6th grade peons, you're mature, smart, attractive, and "have it all together". While they're still in training bras or hoping a chin hair will suddenly appear, you're at the top of the food chain, dolling out advice and wisdom to whatever child will take it. You've found your niche. You finally feel like you have a voice. Eighth grade was one of the best school years of my life. I loved it. And then you become a freshman. Suddenly you're thrust into an unfamiliar environment with people bigger than you who know more about absolutely everything. You can't even find your way to the water fountain, much less lead a clique or have control over your life. Books are heavier, assignments are longer, and you are suddenly taught something called "critical thinking" (well, in some schools, anyway). Not everyone is like you anymore, and you feel lost, intimidated, and insecure. You have a lot of growing to do. I remember hating my high school for months before I finally accepted the transition into the new environment. For me, leaving Christianity was a lot like graduating from eighth grade to high school. (more…)