Confessions One of the things that you have to get used to when going to a Roman Catholic school is its many customs. Frequent masses, classes, and religious overtones from teachers who don't necessarily believe themselves.

In seventh grade we had an introduction to confession. The entire class gathered in the gymnasium, every person sitting on mats apart from each other. We were told to think of something to confess to the priest that day. I was hardly prepared. I remember sitting there quietly, looking around at everyone else deep in thought, watching my classmates get up one by one to confess and leave. That's all there was to it, but for the life of me I couldn't think of anything. So I just sat there feeling badly about not having anything to feel badly about. But it was mandatory, so I made something up. I don't recall what.

Today, I wonder how many religious people in the world are like that little boy I was, sitting among the masses, confused but going through the motions. I wonder how many of those people are religious simply because they're told they are.  ¶ 10:40 AM