"Four years of Catholic school will pretty much make anyone an Athiest."
I attended Catechism once a week for I don't remember how many years. I distinctly remember, year by year, asking questions that were more and more awkwardly received and blown off by my teachers. I even had a private chat with the priest (no funny business, he was a cool guy) and he didn't really have answers for me and knew it.
I completed confirmation only because my mother was adamant about it. While on a bible retreat just before confirmation I experienced an instructor speaking in tongues as a group prayed over me. That was the proverbial straw, I was quite aware at that point that it was all hokey.
After that I only ever attended service while living at home, for special holidays, to satiate my parents. I actually quit going as protest shortly before moving out in spite of my mothers heavy shame tactics. The two events were not however directly related.
The kicker is that I have learned more about the bible and catholicism since by studying arguments than I ever learned in classes. I sure wish I could have all those evenings back.