I was schooled at both a primary and secondary Roman Catholic school, the experience would not have turned me on to religion if I had not other influences, family influences and, I'll be honest, if I didnt have athiests to argue with or oppose, in the schools and without.
I have terrible, terrible memories of morning assemblies, terror of not knowing prayers, we had teachers and a head mistress who would walk along the line and lean in to hear whether you were reciting it properly, if your hands were joined wrongly and you were considered to be slouched or any number of things you would be shaken, slapped on the back of the head, dragged along or out in front of the others assembled there, who may laugh at you, bully you as a consequence (they would be encouraged to do so).
It was only one of many authoritarian displays and charades, I remember being tortured at my first communion because I couldnt genuflect (spelling) go down on one knee and standing up again, the bullying and all went along with it too. I remember being singled out to provide prayers and responses later at secondary school during a mass because a teacher found it amusing that I couldnt pronounce the word hallijuella (spelling), on this occasion a priest who was pretty tuned in realised what was going on and said the response just before I would have to and saved me the embarrassment.
So I know how when things like this are instituted as daily practices how they can be not so much corrupted as abused, I used to think a lot of the teachers involved in this kind of thing werent that convinced of religion themselves and resented having to provide any sort of teaching in it.
Religion is like a little tree which is made into a club and then people wonder why it does not produce blossoms.