I remember I used to dread going to
confession during my school days
because our parish priest had a
hearing problem.

It was embarrasing when you'd tell
him, "Bless me Father for I have sinned,
it's been two weeks since my last
Confession," and the man would bellow
at you, "You did WHAT?"
"How MANY times?"

I would creep out of that confessional
red-faced, while my friends would
giggle and nudge each other...

Good one Foxy, but I guess it wasn't at the time.

I must have led a boring life, just going to school, hanging out with friends, doing home work and watching TV. I had to make-up sins. Bet I wasn't alone.

At the time, being thrown out was a bit embarrassing. He then turned on the other kids waiting, and gave a lecture on making a "good" Confession. Also, he could see out the church grounds from the Alter and chide peole in a load voice from the Alter in they crossed/loited in the Church grounds. Confette and a marriage was a mortal sin, I suspect.

Albeit, to be fair, he did give me a reference, when I left school, after a few stern words on not seeing me enough on Sundays.

When I believed, I confess (ahem), I did feel on a high after confession.

The name of God didn't come up