I remember my sophomore year I wrote an article about core classes and how upsetting it was to me that Assumption said that everyone was accepted, but everywhere I turned, I was told what to believe.
Little old sophomore me thought that I was drowning in Catholicism, and don’t get me wrong, sometimes I look at my e-mail and want to scream: what about everyone else? But as my time at Assumption slowly comes to an end, I’ve reflected on what it meant to have faith.
I’ve reflected on what it means to be accepted in a school (and I mean school, not college) that is so socially constructed into high-school cliques. If you’re in the “popular group,” then you’re accepted, but the moment you speak against the grain, you’re immediately questioned, so here goes nothing.
I’m still not Catholic.
I still find it shoved down my throat.
And I still hate when people tell me that because I’m pro-choice, it means I’m pro-abortion.