Yeah my class at Gibbons was pretty similar in that not many of them (not Catholic myself) were huge on Catholicism. Never did get told by a teacher I was going to hell though. Brother Gary did tell our Western Civ class to die one day whilst flipping us all off. That was a good one.
My mother was a devout Catholic. She went to church pretty much every day, did her rosary at night.
My father was a Presbyterian. He went to church only for weddings and funerals.
The priest we had for most of my childhood was great. Rumors were abound that he and one of the women of the parish had an illicit affair going on, which I think was true. He also had season tickets to the closest NFL team, so Sunday's mass was about 25 minutes long during the 8 home game so he could get on the road and make it in time for kickoff.
He passed away when I was about 15 or 16 and they brought in another priest. I was an alter boy at the time, but also had a part time job. The former priest was flexible. This guy came in and said you must come to the masses when he schedules me for, and if you have to quit your job to do it, then quit your job.
My brother and I quit as alter boys on the spot. A couple years later, this asshole saw me out at a local pizza joint with friends and started harassing me about "wanting to be a hoodlum instead of a good Catholic". Never stepped foot in that church again until my mother's funeral, but he was no longer the priest. He got arrested and sent to prison for sexually abusing alter boys. Apparently it happened at the last church he was at as well, but the church swept it under the rug. He was a real piece of shit.