Personal Narrative-College Essay

It seems the older I get, the less assurance I have of anything. And believe me, when I was younger, I had nothing but assurance. Still, that‘s not too surprising considering a large portion of my education was spent in a private religious school, and anyone that has been involved with “faith based education” knows there’s little room for doubt. I mean it‘s not called faith based for nothing! I was being taught absolute truths, there was little room for scientific inquiry. So, armed with my “absolute truth“. I embarked on my chosen “ministry.” I was going to be a “Christian” rock star. Oh yeah, you heard me right. I said “Christian” rock star. I know that sounds like an oxymoron, and it probably is, but like I said earlier, in my youth and early adulthood, I felt I had a pretty good handle on all of life’s mysteries, and being a “Christian“ rock

Yes, my two greatest passions are rock and roll and God, but it wasn’t always that way. Up until the age of thirteen, my two greatest passions were rock and roll and trying to get my hands on any girlie magazine I could. Yep, I was a horny little dude, and like all other horny little dudes growing up in the eighties, I had to work hard to catch a glimpse of the female form, and the Sears and Roebuck catalogs that I relied on for their revealing bra and panty adds were fast becoming obsolete. It was in the midst of this confusing pre pubescent time that my religious training began. In my seventh grade year, my mother decided it would be advantageous to send me to a private Christian school. And to be honest, I didn’t argue the point. I hated middle school and all the bullshit that went along with it, and a Christian school sounded pretty docile to me. Besides, navigating the treacherous waters known as middle school was a bitch, and I was ill equipped for the task. So, when offered a lifeline I took it without hesitation. Little did I know that my whole life would be turned upside