on prayer rallies

i was in the shower earlier and was looking back on my days at an all-girls catholic school. what the connection between them was i don't know. my thoughts are always like that, uncorrelated.

i remembered the days when we students went on prayer rallies and noise barrages, fighting for the causes that our school supported. that was when i realized we were used! what did we, the young and the innocent, really know about social issues? we were young; we should have been more worried about our studies, our crushes and such. instead we spent hours under the sun protesting against Marcos being buried in the Libingan ng mga Bayani. the causes we then espoused weren't stuff we concieved and believed by ourselves. what if there was at least one of us who had the independence to think for herself and by her own reasoning actually believed that Marcos should be buried in the Libingan ng mga bayani? would she have been exempted from the rally? and this is assuming that we had the capability to form our own beliefs at such a young age. we were railroaded to thinking in the way that our teachers thought. argh.

so what was my point? or did i even have a point in this rambling? i don't know.