From my vantage point as an adult, I make two observations about the confirmation experience. There is surely nothing more appropriately Lutheran than being confirmed with feelings of unworthiness, so I suppose it all worked out in the end. Speaking of puberty brings up the other half of this essay, lessons in carnal knowledge. I want to be a smart aleck and say my carnal knowledge began with learning to eat because eating is certainly a fleshly concern. Of course, we all know what is meant by the euphemism.
Carnal knowledge means sex.
Well, here's my sexual education, at least as far as the eighth grade. I'm amused at the sitcom scenes wherein a father fumbles around with explaining the birds and the bees to his son, but not because the scenes are always amusing. The scenes are so far from my experience as to be a custom from another planet. I have no idea where my parents expected me to learn about sex, but it clearly wasn't from them. This is an anomaly because my parents were usually very practical and proactive in other areas of instruction.