I was born an atheist, like the rest of us. Aside from the occasional mentions of God and figures of certain saints, I didn’t have much of a religious upbringing. Still, for as long as I can remember, I’ve been interested in different cultures and their religions. As a teenager whose eyes had been opened to the injustices of life, many of which are related in some way to religious belief, my interest became even stronger. Up until college, my interest in religion was merely an interest. I took an introductory course my freshman year to fulfill requirements. I would see groups of religious students around campus spreading hateful messages, which only fueled my fire. I wanted to argue with them, but I realized that I’d never even opened a bible. I took an introduction to the Old Testament, motivated primarily by my desire to prove the people around campus, and all other believers, wrong. Needless to say, the stories I discovered throughout this course caught my attention, and I continued to take courses in the religion department, despite my intended major being theatre. I was absorbing new ideas like a sponge, and soon my anger and resentment toward these zealous groups became curiosity. As someone who has always loved a good story, I was, and still am, absolutely fascinated by the stories in the Old Testament. I changed my major from theatre to religion and took as many courses as I could that would enable me to learn more about the world and literature of the ancient Israelites. It’s been six months now since I finished my undergraduate degree, and although at first I did not intend to pursue graduate study in the field, I’ve come to realize that it’s the only path I can see myself following and actually enjoying.