When I was back there in seminary school

In my quasi-religious fervor, while writing my last blog, I forgot to relay something to the reader. I actually went to a seminary school. Well, I didn’t attend one as a theological student, but rather went on a summer retreat to one. It was between seventh and eighth grade at a place called St. Lawrence Seminary in Wisconsin. As I am originally from Detroit Michigan, this was a big deal for me at the time. The retreat was a weeklong adventure into the rigors of the catholic clergy training program.
I can honestly say that it was a great time. I can’t say, however, if that was because it was my first time away from home alone or it had anything to do with religion in general. I guess what I’m trying to imply is that I didn’t “findJesus” or anything. In fact, I remember very little about the whole experience. I do remember that we were woken up at just before midnight to go to mass. Or is it called vespers? I don’t know, but it was alright. There are two particular memories that stand out.
We were assigned a counselor per eight or ten of us. They were all students at the seminary. Ours was this long haired hippie looking guy all full of the inner peace you would expect from a future “man of God”. Well, near the end of the retreat they had this talent show where each group had to do a little skit while a song played. I’m sure there is an actual theatrical term for this…
The song he chose for us was “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire.

The Eastern world, it is explodin',Violence flarin', bullets loadin'.You're old enough to kill, but not for votin',You don't believe in war -- but what's that gun you're totin'?An' even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'.But you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say,An' can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away,There'll be no one to save, will the world in a grave.Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy.An' you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.Yeak, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin',I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'.I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,Handful of senators don't pass legislation,An' marches alone can't bring integrationWhen human respect is disintegratin',This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'.An' you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.Think of all the hate there is in Red China,Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama.Ah, you may leave here for four days in space,But when you return it's the same ol' place,The poundin' of the drums, the pride an' disgrace.You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace.Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace,An' tell me, over and over and over again, my friend,You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction,No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Needless to say, we didn’t win.
The other memory is a little embarrassing. In short, the only showers in the barracks style dorms were community showers. I arrived home a very stinky lad at the end of that week.