My First Year Of Confirmation Essay

At age 14, my mom decided it was time to do my first year of confirmation. Never have I been the religious type of girl. I would mostly get in trouble for affiliating myself with the wrong crowd my freshman year of high school. Nothing too serious, back then sneaking out of the house and going to parties didn’t seem like such a big deal to me. However, my mom didn’t think this otherwise. My mom was a well-respected woman, I would always look up to her. One thing we didn’t necessarily agree with was religion. I didn’t believe in a “God”, instead I would tell my mom earth was created scientifically. This would get my mom furious. And my 13 year old self would shake it off, I never really put much thought when it came to religion. I just saw it as something that people would make up. I was completely oblivious at this age, the only thing that mattered to me was high school boys.

All these questions were running through my mind. Were these kids actually excited to be here? How long am I going to be here? Is this going to be fun? I slowly dragged my body up the stairs and into the class room. I was scared. Once class started I met my teacher Andres. He was a small man, in his early 20’s. Class was in session. We discussed about what we initially believed in. Everyone said they believed in Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary. I stood quiet, I didn’t know what to say. I never believed in anything other than science. Once class was over he took me aside, and asked me why I didn’t contribute to the lesson of the day. I initially told him that I didn’t believe in God, he sighted, he told me when he was young he was exactly like me. He didn’t believe in God either. Andres told me it okay not to have the same beliefs as others. It doesn’t make you a negligent individual. I was quite surprised by his response. I went home that day with a different