So Jersey: One girl's tale from childhood to adulthood in the Gardenstate: Part 3

THe Drunk Kids The Catholics.

My veiws on religion most likely steam from things I felt and learned from an early age. At about 4 my mom tried to get me into a Catholic preschool at the local school. There were two. One I was the right age for but we were to poor for. THe other I had to wait till i was 6 to get into. Need less to say I went to school at six. So starting late and alot of home tutoring made me always feel smarter then the kids in my class. Meaning when the work wasn't up to my level I got bored and stopped working deeming it more a waist of my time and theirs for me to do it then for me not to. This only made most of my teachers think I didn't understand what we were doing till I was introduced with a quiz and would easily get an A or a B.

Catholic school is pretty much a diffrent universe to Public. Public school the kids come to school in what ever the parents can aford and if you didn't wear Lisa Frank when I was in school or have Lisa Frank stuff you were an out cast. This was the minor of the two shocks i got when I got to my frist public school Marcella Duffy Elementry in Florance NJ. The school is no longer there and I hope that the cunt they called the school nurse is long since dead. But being brought up in Catholic school you know about the wonderful church areobics program you had atleast once a week where you in your little uniform like everyone else would go to the church and stand up sit down and kneel all in diffrent times. All while reading along to the Holy Bible. Not to mention looking up at the suffering face of the son of God the whole time. Very pleaset way to spend your time before or after lunch. Though if you did all your exercise you got a treat of a really stale waifer. My church wouldn't let us have the juice with it since i'm pretty sure the blood of christ was loaded. So we only practiced canibalism and ate his body.

You know that's really gross to think about now. Your at the time eating at least a piece of body that was like over I don't know 1963 years old. That's pretty funky, no wonder people talked in tongues and see the virgin mother in toast.

The other big diffrence was the nuns. We only had a few left teaching because they had been found to incompotent to teach children at the points in the life they were at. We had a very sweet young one that tought us computers on what was most likely the orginal Macantosh computers. All we learned was origon trail and how to type. I ended up learning more about them when I had reached third grade in RIverside Elemntry school. However as most we all had our one resident scary nun. She was our libraian. All she did was sit behind her desk and knit and glare at us. She would finish and show us the terible brown colored donkey tails she would knit. Telling us if we told on anyone even if they really did it we would have to wear the tail the rest of the day and till we came back to the libray. She really was a scary old woman and had a horable selection of books. My ones at home were better. Though I'm pretty sure she is the reason I hold "The Whipping Boy" as one of my favorite books from childhood.

Now the drunk kids later in life were the same kids that I had shared blocks with in pre school or thew into the blocks... Depending on the kid. By that time we had become so sucked dry of our souls from school we lived for the weekends and crappy local shows that were still some of the most fun I had ever had at times. Screaming along to "If You See Kay" and drinking in my friend Brain's car at the Walnut Street School. To only go inside and circle pit till we would have to rush out and vomit. Then lather rinse and repeat the process. Most of us at that time be it from school family or a combination of shit lived to get fucked up on the weekends. Our bodies were the temples of Coors Light and Smirnoff 100 proof. Weed and menthol cigerettes were the next if not the first in the new trinty we had for ourselves. No more father son and holy ghost. It was now Music, Drinking and Smoking. That became our religion. Crappy punk late night dinners and long streachs of time forgotten.

Somewere in the mix of all of this. I had started to read on Easter Religion and Pagan beliefs around age 13 when I realized God the man I had never done anything to but pray and do my things for my church and all stopped listening to a child's prayers. Hulk Hogan was wrong. I didn't do it right or somthing. I said my prayers ate my vitimins and still I watched my mother go insane. So I looked to religions that worked on inner healing and not so much on a deity to report to. But even that was second to the real religion of my teen years. Music.