School and learning. My first school was Saint Michaels Elementary School in Daceyville. It was a Catholic convent school run by the nuns of the Sacred Heart. It accepted boys in sixth grade and girls could continue into commercial classes which probably lasted the equivalent of fourth or fifth grade. It was mixed for all classes, children up to sixth grade and girls only after sixth grade. The nuns resided in a large convent adjacent to the school grounds. They wore ankle-length black clothes with white wimples. The outfit appeared to consist of a number of skirts or undergarments as it seemed quite thick. Around their waists they had two thick blue belts made of woven rope and on these belts hung a very large set of rosaries. The beads were similar in size and shape to olives and were made of wood attached to a metal chain. The rosary crucifix had a vertical stem of about 15 centimeters and was embedded in the blue cords on the right side of the sash. The lower end of the rosary hung just above the ankle. The first year at school was almost uneventful as I was in the "Bubs" class for a few months, then I was brought up to "kindergarten" and a little later I started in serious matters. learning. The nuns who looked after the babies and kindergarten were kind, compassionate, and ideal for caring for children of such tender ages. Bubs and kindergarten were limited to preschool activities such as playing with playdough, chalk or colored pencils and folding paper, but of course the main focus was early religious indoctrination through Bible stories and stories of Catholic saints and prayers. It was the perfect time to learn that the Roman Catholic religion was the only true middle of paper...for about thirty years, I think my years at St. Michaels Convent School were the start of my awareness that the Catholic Church, Christian values ​​and compassion are different worlds. It was also impossible for me to accept the three main concepts of the Christian religion, such as: the virgin birth, the resurrection and Noah's ark. These, combined with the teaching of Creation, turned me towards atheism. I prefer to call myself an agnostic Christian. I don't believe in God, but I try to follow some of the teachings of the man known as Jesus Christ. As for Heaven and Hell, they are on this planet and can only be experienced during our lifetime. There is nothing after death. No amount of money given to evangelical preachers will change that. Donations and fees do nothing other than offer a little paradise, here on earth, to the preacher..