Growing up fundie

It was the summer before I went into the 3rd grade, and my friend whose name I can’t recall was at my house. We were covertly jumping on the bed and talking about school. While we were excited about being in the same class for once (at the time the 3rd and 4th grades were combined because our Christian school was so small), we were also very nervous to be under the tutelage of Mrs. Heckle. She had a reputation, and not a good one by our standards. I was more anxious than my friend, who rolled her eyes at my quivering lower lip and told me, in all the wisdom that her extra year of life afforded her, not to be silly. Still quietly jumping on the bed as she spoke, she explained that “at church they said Jesus was coming back soon, and we won’t even have to go to Mrs. Heckle’s class anyway!”

We both stopped for just a moment and pondered the possibilities of the second coming of Christ. We’d never have to go to school again! After giggling hysterically at the prospect, we jumped on the bed with sweet wild abandon, knowing that even if we did get in trouble, it wouldn’t be for long… Jesus was going to be here ANY SECOND.

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