“It had to be asked,” I said to myself. “No one else was going to confront him. Everyone else is too scared.”
I got up off the unadorned chair and started pacing back and forth in the classroom. Had I made a mistake? Had I gone too far? I had just confronted my professor. Or at least that’s what he said. All I had done was ask a question he didn’t like.
It was a religion class and all I had asked was how he could prove God was real because I was beginning to have my doubts. Now, the whole class had been dismissed and everything was so quiet, you would have thought a bomb had gone off. I guess for an ultra conservative high school, what I asked was not an appropriate question. But I just couldn’t seem to help myself.
Now I was waiting for the headmaster and my professor to come back. That was another thing that boggled my mind – we were in high school and we had to call our teachers ‘Professor’. And if we didn’t agree with everything they said, we would be forced into meetings with the headmaster. I had been having my doubts about God for years and the more everyone around me talked, the more I didn’t believe.
The headmaster walked in and immediately started shaking his head. As my father, he had heard many of these same questions at home. I just hoped I wouldn’t get in too much trouble.
Standing Room Only 