I’m a freshman at a Catholic high school in New York state.
I’m the son of two nuns, and I have to be.
Every day I get up and walk down the hall and get to the auditorium.
I do it for my mother.
She has a special place in my heart for me because she was raised Catholic and is Catholic.
I grew up Catholic, but when I was in sixth grade, I got to know the difference between Catholicism and Protestantism.
So when I got there I was very skeptical.
The nuns said I was too young to know.
I said, I’m going to get an education and I’m not going to learn it from a book.
So they helped me understand Protestantism better and I got a scholarship to a Catholic school in California.
But when I finally went there, I realized it was not as easy as I thought.
The teachers and the counselors didn’t teach me the basics.
I didn’t have a counselor at the end of the day.
I had to ask for help.
And that’s when I started getting really worried.
There were times I would cry at my classes.
And when I did, I would get so mad at myself that I would say, How could I be so stupid?
But it got to the point where I realized, I can’t let this happen to me.
The Catholic school helped me realize that I was not a bad person.
And I think it helped me find my Catholic identity.
For some people, they go to a religious school because they feel they need it.
For me, it’s because I’m an independent, self-reliant, independent high school student.
I chose a Catholic High School because I feel like I can be an independent person and get by without my parents.
I think I can do it.
I don’t know if I’ll go back to school after I graduate.
My parents don’t want me to.
They think I’m nuts for wanting to go to college.
But if I wanted to go, I wouldn’t be going to a school that’s so religious.
If I wanted my education to be more important than the religion I was raised in, I might be more likely to go a Catholic.
The first day I got in the school, I went to a meeting and sat with a teacher named Dr. Marni.
She’s the Catholic education teacher for the high school.
She gave me a test, and it said, You have a 5 percent chance of passing.
But I couldn’t pass it.
And the second day I was at a different meeting and a different teacher asked, Why are you struggling with this test?
I said I’m struggling because I don