lazarus
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It was mostly Bar Mitzvah prep, more than anything else. I only studied Hebrew for a year or two, and the second my Bar Mitzvah was over I started to slowly forget the language.
After my Bar Mitzvah (I did so well they asked me to return and read/sing on Yom Kippur) and Hebrew School graduation, my parents signed me up for "Hebrew High", which if I'm not mistaken met every other Saturday morning at the synagogue for advanced language class.
Got tired of that shit pretty quick. Told my father I really didn't care, did not want to go. He let me drop out.
Within a year or so I told him I didn't want to go to synagogue at all anymore. He didn't really put up a fight. We were in a conservative temple but we never kept kosher or anything. I never fasted for Yom Kippur once, didn't even try. I think one year I even encouraged other kids to ditch services to go to the nearby McDonald's.
/blasphemy