The City of Alachua Florida has a population of 9,378 and is located northwest of the city of Gainesville Florida, home to the Florida Gators. This is where my parents grew up and like the majority of African – American families in the area they were Southern Baptist. For those of you unfamiliar with this particular denomination think, large church hats, super long church services, Sunday school and lively choirs.
Another very distinct aspect of Baptist religion is the nonexistence of separation between home life and church life. Religion is life and life is religion, prayers are said before bed, before meals, first thing in the morning and often throughout the day, not in the open but rather just a check in between you and God. While is church on Sunday is doesn’t just end there, Sunday school is after church, Bible Study is during the week, rehearsals for church plays are after school and prayer groups meet every day.
This is the environment that my parents were born and raised in, and this is the environment they tried to recreate for my brother and I growing up in D.C., a place where progressive ideas live.
For this particular sect of Christianity, modesty is everything and not always in the traditional sense like Hasidic Judaism or Islam, but it is still present through all aspects of life. Whether it is by your dress, your language, or your interactions with the opposite sex (especially for girls), the teachings of the Bible and beliefs of the church snake their way into every part of your life.
I distinctly remember asking my mother why I couldn’t curse and she said to me “You cannot curse and say vile things out of the same mouth that you use to praise the Lord with” that was the end of that and I didn’t say my first curse word until 5 years later, and well over 3,000 miles away from my parents and God.
With the expectation of going to 8 a.m. church every Sunday having any sort of social life in High School especially on a Saturday night is pretty much impossible unless you are willing and able to be awake at 7 a.m. in order to be on time to church, and NOT fall asleep during the almost 2 hour service. Sitting in hot stuffy church listening to the preacher ramble on about how basically everything you’re doing is was wrong? Not exactly a relaxing Sunday afternoon. Instead of going out with friends Christians should be gathering disciples for the church, reality TV? Don’t fill your mind with people acting out and against God’s will. Alcohol? Or the Devils juice? Boys? Yes, that’s fine, as long as you’re holding hands and growing in Christ together. You guys can definitely have sex after you’ve completed pre- marriage counseling and been married, in the church.
Abortion, gay rights, sex before marriage, drinking, drugs, kids outside of marriage, partying, cursing, everything that people my age had no problems with was condemned and frowned upon. Week after week I would listen to the preacher talk about how Christians were the saved ones, we had God’s favor, and we would live eternally in Heaven with the Lord. Looking back on it I’m not sure if I am the introverted person I am today because I was too scared to go out and live my life because of the Church or if that’s just the way I am.
Being terrified to disappoint God and not get to join your family in heaven can do a lot of things to a person. Not wanting to go out and have God see you sinning, thinking that every bad thing that happened in your life as God punishing you for doing wrong, maybe you didn’t pray hard enough that night, or pay enough attention in church last Sunday. Everything becomes a checks and balance system and life becomes not about doing things that you enjoy or that make you happy but rather following a set of rules (or so you think) that will please God and therefore get you into Heaven. However, everyone has a breaking point, even Christians, when they realize that you will not be struck down if you decide to take a sip of alcohol and you won’t be burdened by guilt if you drop an f bomb every now and then. God is not supposed to be a scary rule keeper who slams down a hand of judgment and condemns people to hell and church shouldn’t be something you have to dread or force yourself to stay awake for. After many years, a few of which I totally abandoned organized religion all together, I’ve come around to be a less intense version of my parents, but in the end I’m thankful for all the things they taught me and all the rules the imposed on me today, and I often wonder. When it comes to raising my own children, how will I be?
Growing up is so hard to do.
I turned 24 not too long ago and let me just say I’m relieved. Sad of course to be getting older but relieved. Many unhappy things happened to me while being 23
- my bff moved away to LA
- I’m no longer in college
- I spent an entire year living at home
- I started the worst job ever known to man
- My cousin, and partner in crime got a boyfriend ( I’m so happy for her)
- I failed miserably at accomplishing my goals (here’s looking to you 24!)
- I lived (am still living) in the longest dry spell ever
Now although 23 sucked I am so grateful to have lived another year, and to have parents that supported me through rough times, shall I say, built me a bridge over troubled water. I’m glad my friend moved to LA, it’s what she always wanted, what we both wanted and I’m sure I’ll be joining her soon. My cousin – couldn’t be happier. it’s always a lovely thing when two souls find each other. I’m glad I graduated, obviously it was something that had to happen and as far as the job goes, I’ll be able to tell Oprah about how I suffered at that job one day when she’s interviewing me.
And if someone could give me a glass of water, or better yet dump a bucket of ice water over my head I’d be eternally grateful – I’m too thirsty.
I’ve decided to pretend I’m still in college and take a 2 1/2 week Christmas break. So as I write to you I’m laying in my old bed sans tv (thanks mom). Now that I’ve made New York my home again I’ve realized my #suburbgirlproblems have turned into #citygirlproblems.
My Maryland nightmares include:
- Being stuck behind a slow car on a way street
- Being woken up by birds at 5 a.m. in the summer
- Hitting a deer while driving home late at night
- Forgetting where you hid your front door key
- Getting your satellite signal disrupted by a rogue raccoon
- Going out with friends and getting too drunk to drive home
- Missing out on all the fun shit going on in New York
2 1/2 weeks is far too long to be in the suburbs
There is nothing better than taking a vacation with friends. It is a feat that must be taken advantage of by all you young people out there. For 3-7 days you can do what you want, wear want you want, do what you want, drink as much as you want and you will always have something to wear. On the other hand vacationing with your family can either be a blast or the worst decision you’ve ever made.
Firstly your dealing with (in my case) 4 people with different ages and different preferences and no one wants to do the same thing. You would think at this point parents would step in and resolve these issues. Think again, no ones parents, especially mine want to take sides. The hotels we stay in are always family friendly aka no young people. Activities are planned, bedtime and wake up times are set and worst of all there’s a 2 drink limit at dinner.
Sneaking onto the golf course in my neighborhood to do fireworks with my parents, this is what summer is about
“I really value my sleep”.
A motto I live my life by. In high school I would hit the hay at the tender hour of 9:30 p.m. in order to get my necessary nine hours. Four years later my life has come full circle and my bedtime has once again been moved to 9 p.m. After seeing what 10 p.m., 11 p.m. and sometimes 2 a.m. had to offer (during my unemployed days), I really do prefer to go down with the sun. For some of us, who live at home, it might be a shock to see that although your parents like to get in bed before the sun sets, they also like to get up before it rises. Really, what is going on at 5 a.m. that involves pots and pans that cannot be done at 7a.m? Is it really necessary to yell at the dog at 4:30 a.m? perhaps you could write him a nice quiet letter instead, and who knew my father had taken up marching? an activity that begins at 6 a.m.
Just remember this, you don’t actually live here. We’re just letting you temporarily stay with us