I was back in CCD after a long hiatus. Our teacher was a nun. She gave us a test and the class was hard at work on it. I was going along, writing in my answers to the questions, when I came to the following question: "You are told that a man is eating a rich diet of cabbage. What assumptions do you make about him?" This particular question was multiple choice, although the rest of them were open answer. I didn't like any of the choices because they were all things like "he is overweight" or "he is impoverished" or other crap that didn't make any sense. I realized that I could not agree with any of the suggested answers, so I wrote a long and profanity filled rant about how the question was ridiculous and unanswerable. Then I felt guilty about the prolific profanity, so I went back and crossed out all of the cuss words. You could still read them, though. No matter how hard I tried to block them out, they still showed through. That's because god can see right into your heart, I guess, and god knew that I still stood behind each and every "fuck" even though I felt guilty about saying them to a nun. Be careful about the Catholicism you instill in your children, people, because they may never fully escape the bonds of it.
I decided that the best course of action was to stop wasting time and finish the test. For some reason, I didn't want to fail this test even though I knew the entire thing was BS and that I didn't even have to be in CCD at all.
I realized that I didn't know how much time we were supposed to have to take the test, so I put the whole cabbage thing behind me and was diligent about the rest of the test. I wondered if the nun would think it was weird that I was such a nerd about the whole test apart from the cabbage question, when I turned into an angry nutcase who used a lot of bad language. After I finished each question, I thought sure that the nun would call time and ask us to put our pens down, but she never did. I was able to finish the entire test.
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