Today my fiance and I started the class that we are taking together. Fortunately, the class is with one of my favourite professors (Hey, Prof! You should give me an A. Also my Walking Dead compendium. I want it back). The class is Western Religious Tradition. It's about the Abrahamic religions and I am super excited about taking the class with my guy.
Here's the thing, I've taken a lot of religion classes (my minor is World Religion), most of them with this professor (I call him Prof). This, combined with my extensive experience with Christians, has led me to read who will excel in classes about religion and who will struggle or drop the class. As my fiance (who will be known as FH from now on) and I walked out of the class, I turned to him and said "I bet you fifty dollars that the older blonde lady will drop the class by the halfway point." I said this because Prof asked "If God knows everything, how can there be free will?" during a game that he calls "Coffeehouse Atheist" in which he says cliche phrases that a lot of atheists spew out. He's not saying that these are not valid questions, just that there are a lot better questions that you can ask. Anyway, this lady had a mini identity crisis during this "game." It was totally nuts. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that her god is not all loving. She even said "I'm thinking things that I shouldn't be thinking!"
In other words, she has never thought about her religion academically. She has never questioned her faith. I started questioning my Pentecostal faith at 9 years old. I can't imagine going through my life without questioning things that people tell me.
I'll keep everyone updated on what happens!