At first, I was under the mistaken impression that I hadn't attended a SS class since my mission because I always "missed" the class because I was enjoying church as a clerk. I had 2 bishops that never railed me for missing SS and even priesthood. However, I now recall that my last bishop made a big deal about my absence; and he even made it a point to lean against a file cabinet until I left the clerk's office. He didn't want anybody doing any church-related work during the 3 hour block.
Anyways, I now remember two arguments that I became involved in SS. One involved a member (who was off his track) that insisted that church leaders had said that members should only read the scriptures and church books. Of course, I challenged that and I was surprised that only one other person (besides Sister Goop) backed me up. As I was raised in the church that we were told to seek out good and true things (books, music and plays). Maybe I was wrong?
The other involved the usual misunderstanding about drinking caffeinated soft drinks. Certain members spouted off about their certainty that drinking coca cola was prohibited against the word of wisdom.
I shouldn't have been surprised because my wife and I were both called in for partaking the sacrament with the wrong hand. Oh the horror and humanity! Not only were we called to repent, but I as an RM and priesthood holder should have known better! And I challenged Brother Big Prick to show me in any scripture where it specifically says which hand to use. (And I finally found out that it was some sort of obscure church talk from the 1950s that gave notion to the "right-hand doctrine."
Not long before I left that church the gospel doctrine teacher was going on and on about keeping the Sabbath day holy - it's right there in the big Ten Commandments and it's a big deal to the modern prophets and all. Well, it was Mothers Day and I already had plans to take mom out to a nice restaurant after the Block. So guess who we run into at the restaurant? None other than that self same GD teacher of course. He just ignored me but his wife looked a bit sheepish.
I don't know if this constitutes a slip up or not. I attended seminary for 2 weeks in grade 12 (first and only year I had access to it). The teacher brought up Kolob. I told him it didn't exist. He insisted I have faith that it did. I told him he was teaching BS. He got angry. I walked out. I sure enjoyed that extra hour of sleep for the rest of grade 12.
No. Never once got asked to. I got my first summer job at age 18. Never offered to pay tithing. I walked away from the church when I was 21. Dad gave them plenty. Maybe he told them hands off his son's. I'll never know.
Older kids attended seminary without too much bitching. Daughter the youngest wasn't having it. Dad would leave her off at the un-godly early hour. As soon as he was out of the parking lot, she would beat feet over to the Band Room, which was always open early for anyone who wanted to practice - she was a member of the band) and her musical skills improved remarkably well that year. She almost got away with it until one of the bishop's daughters approached DH at school, where he taught at the time, and asked, innocently enough, "Where has Dtr the Youngest been lately? We miss her at Seminary."
Of course there was a massive confrontation. Dtr made it very clear that under NO circumstances was she ever setting foot in Seminary again. She turned 18 in the middle of her Senior year, and she resigned the day she turned 18.
As it happened, I had just written my own resignation letter that day (after consultation with the late, great Kathy Worthington) so the letter was ready and waiting on the family computer. Dtr saw it and said, Please, leave it up. I'll just plug in my own data when you are done, and I'll be out, too.