We ended up at my Oma's church. Again, it was a good church, and I'm sure now I could go there and actually learn something. But at the time I totally thought it was boring, and would want to fall asleep in the service. It wasn't long until I was just going to Sunday School before church but not the actual service itself. During the summer there was no Sunday School so I wouldn't go to church at all in the summer.
So anyways I went to one of three private schools in my town (all thanks to my great-aunt). It was a Christian school (all of the private schools here are I believe). The first day was like every other first day of a new school. I didn't know anyone and didn't talk to anyone. It was awkward and uncomfortable. I got my locker and met the only person next to me (I had an end locker), her name was Gale (again all these are made up names). She was a lot like me. Quiet and liked books. It was also her first day at the school and didn't know anyone. I followed her around like a lost puppy for the first few weeks until I found a place to sit at lunch and before school and kinda talk with people. It took all the way to June but I finally had made a group of friends. There was (originally) five of us. Me, Gale, Laura, Katie, Sonya. We spent the entire summer e-mail each other becoming the best of friends.
Grade 10 was great. I was in the same school and this time I had a group of friends to look forward to seeing and catching up with. It was great. Although towards the middle/end of it Sonya kinda split between us and another group. But really nothing notable in grade 10, until summer.
Summer was when I made my ultimatum with my dad that eventually rocked my life. I was fed up with going to church for no reason. So I told my dad, either we find a new church or I was not going to go anymore. He agreed. I thought maybe we'd try out the Pentecostal church again. However my Dad had heard of this other church ACA, and suggested it. I didn't really care, so we went. On the way there I gave God my conditions - if I didn't fall asleep or feel like I was going to fall asleep in the service then I would stay. Pastor Cory was preaching. PC (as we eventually called him) is nearly impossible to fall asleep too. He was the youth pastor, and he has a habit of yelling a line or two when he's passionate about what he's preaching (which happens a lot) and when he isn't yelling he isn't monotoned either. I liked it. Plus everyone there was super nice. So we returned the next week and the senior pastor was preaching. And while he didn't yell he was funny and wasn't dry either. So we returned the next week. And the next week. And the next. And the next. And we still go there now.
In September I started going to their youth group, and that was nerve racking because I was still shy. For the longest time, until after I graded I think, I would bring my writing book, sit on the couch and write until it was time to start. I have to give a lot of credit to the youth leaders who would take the time to sit and talk with me and try to draw me out of my tightly locked up shell. It must have been awkward because I wouldn't respond the greatest (as in I only gave one or two word answers and didn't really know how to converse) and they probably had to ask me the same questions week after week. But a lot of who I am now is in result of them being faithful to ask me those same questions every Tuesday and every Tuesday get the same one or two word answers.
We'll cover the rest of high school next time, but I'm trying to make my posts not unbearably long. So.... til next time. It shouldn't hopefully be too far in waiting.
Hollie.
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