When I look back on my time at Saint David's, the most memorable thing that comes to mind is church school. Ever since 7^th grade, moving up to the 7^th and up class, church school took on a whole new meaning for me. When I joined that class, church school was no longer about memorizing the stories of the chosen people in the desert or which miracles various characters were most notable for. Once I joined that class, all of those little details became unimportant. The only thing that mattered to us in the class was what all of those little details meant. For the first time ever, I felt like I was in a class about religion.

The 7^th grade and up class has always been a discussion style class. Though we would read from the Bible or the newspaper or some sheet that one of us printed off the Internet, most of our time was focused on discussion. When I first entered the class, our discussions were split about 50/50 between religion and politics. At the time, the most regular of us to attend the class were Matt Wickes, Michael Callahan and myself. Though we all came there simply to escape the monotonous grips of an actual church service, we found a certain comfort and regularity in the Sunday ritual of getting together to learn about important philosophical matters. It must have been the same feeling that old people get when they actually go to church. Oh, and the gummy worms. Matt Spear was teaching when he started the tradition of bringing gummy worms to church school. You can't put a price on the enlightened minds of the young, but for about $4.50 a week Matt Spear could assure our attendance with a pound and a half of fluorescent, sour gummy worms. That tradition stuck. Even when our membership was dwindling and we had leftovers at the end of the day we would leave stashes in the clay pots all around the room. There may be one or two remaining for the gastro-intestinally bold among you.