When I was 12 years old, my parents sent me to Bob Jones Academy, located on the enfortressed campus of Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina. I was housed in a dorm room with three college-age boys. This led to my being verbally abused, physically threatened, hazed, and generally mistreated by my bigger and older roomies. I can't imagine why any school — even the fruitcakes at BoJo — would think this housing arrangement was a good idea.
Naturally, whenever an argument or dispute got out of control, my three older roommates managed to blame it on me or make it look like my fault. And I'm sure I was at fault some of the time. But not all time. Two of my roommates were later expelled for serious violations of the school's anal-retentive regulations — which just goes to prove that they weren't exactly choirboys.
Meanwhile I was treated by hall monitors, the dorm manager, and various upper classmen as incorrigible, a mental case, and/or spiritually challenged. Yet I managed to successfully complete 2 years at that God-awful (no pun intended) place and later graduated salutatorian from a normal high school.
At that immature age, I had never seen Christian people use religion, Bible doctrine, and positions of ecclesiastical authority to threaten, to intimidate, and to terrorize. I grew up fast.
Thanks to BoJo's oppressive religiosity, I am now a confirmed agnostic.
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