Yeah, in 8th grade we make Confirmation. My Confirmation name is Ann. So my whole name is Sara *middle name* Ann *last name* (I'm not saying my middle name, because I hate it). I had to write a Saint Report on Saint Ann(e). And I had to have an "interview" with Father. He pretty much asked me about the Eucharist, if it was the actual body and blood of Jesus, why I believe what I do, and why I wanted to make my Confirmation. We didn't have to write a letter to the Bishop, we wrote a letter to Father though. The Bishop came to our church on Confirmation day. He was the one who had to bless you, every single one of us individually. It took forever. Oh and our Sponsors were with us "every step through the process" My Spondor was my aunt. And umm... I had to dress up all nice... and umm... now I get to decided whether I go to church or not and yeah. And loads of people after they made their Confirmation were all "I'm not gonna be Catholic anymore!" and stuff, and I was like "Dudes, I did NOT just go through EIGHT years of Sunday School for NOTHING." Yepp, that's pretty much it.
But she took it home and now complains of how evil it is.
And wouldn't sell their souls to the devil 
