@IsFuzzyBeagMise
Well, was mildly diverting, at any rate...
I didn’t find all the praying all that weird either: Catholic Infant & Junior School here, so we’d our school prayer plus standard Our Father & Hail Mary & a hymn or two in assembly every morning (plus Prayers To Suit The Occassion; & with class assemblies we’d be the ones to write them); then we said grace before lunch break & prayers before hometime; we’d go to Mass from the Junior school on Holy Days of Obligation; & at both schools the priest would come in to say the odd Mass. I became an altar server when the rules were changed (after many years of harassing my priest about WHY girls couldn’t be & did he not think it was a silly rule? [he did...]) & with the other servers at the Juniors would take it in turns to serve at weekday morning Masses then go into school afterwards. I went to a “normal” secondary & found it really weird having no prayers at all - we’d a separate Religious Assembly that you were meant to be excused from if your parents didn’t want you to attend it. School of 1200, maybe 20 people went. But partly that was because - in antiCS-style - some sorts of Christians didn’t like mixing with other sorts of Christians 
(Was of course Christian-based worship, Because UK Law. I’d’ve been all for something multifaith, but fear I’d’ve been alone there...). Lots of my Guides go to a secondary school where they’ve still to pray each lesson though. It was a convent school but I don’t think there are any nuns left teaching there now - think even the Head’s a, er, civilian. The RE syllabus (“Here I Am”, thank you Ridiculous Brain) I studied when I was 4-11 was multifaith though - & the set of Muslim siblings at the Junior School while I was there were not only provided with space to pray at appropriate times, but also did part of an assembly about Islam & showed us their prayer mats & a copy of the Koran & there was no fuss about them having vegetarian meals. I got to secondary school knowing more about the main world faiths than most of my peers did.
QuaterMiss
There. Is. Not. Enough. Brain. Bleach. In. The. World.
(Am impressed my antiemetic has managed to keep working in face of that idea. Blerghk. Also relieved, because I’d not’ve fancied explaining to my lovely Consultant exactly how I’d come to throw up my new NJ tube 
)