October 4, 2012
I vividly remember the point in my life that marks my transition to atheism. I was 8 and I was standing at the edge of our pool in the backyard. It was my first few minutes of freedom from school - my last religious class had just let out for the summer. I stood at the edge of that pool with my religious book in-hand and with a keen determination. Moments later I stood in revel of my action as I watched my religious book sinking to the depths of the pool. This was the genesis of my blasphemy and a general refusal of dogma and bigotry. The following fall I found myself enrolled in a private catholic school. This spanned three years of my life and my questions only grew in number. I was never satisfied with the answers nor the environment of religion and theism. I guess I've always been an atheist, but it's only recently that I'd consider myself akin to anti-theism. I find it exceedingly difficult coping with theistic notions and the faithers. To say the least, I detest theism.
I'm Mike. I've traveled a bit of the world, rocked as a rock star, have done a bit of science, and now I'm a senior at the UA triple majoring in Applied Mathematics, Molecular & Cellular Biology, and Neuroscience. Next goal: Neurosci Ph.D.