I'm Not the Only Skittish One

My freshman year of high school, my friends and I had a reputation for being the ones who stood by the garbage can, plastered against the wall. There was literally one week where someone left a stack of chairs in our usual spot. Two of us stood on one side of the stack. Two of us stood on the other side, and none of us realized that the other pair was there until we all went to go sit down.

We were really that quiet and that stuck to the wall.

Perk of social awkwardness is that I can empathize with the "skittish" kids who come into youth group looking like they'd rather melt through the floor. Been there. Done that. Let me at least try to make this less terrifying for you.

Of course, that only works if they actually make it through the door.

One of the shyer freshmen guys told me today that he walked up the building last night, saw a bunch of adults standing around and only one person who he recognized as a student, decided that he must be in the wrong place, searched the rest of the church campus for us, and finally left. :(

He didn't know that it was a parent night to talk about ministry trips (thus all of the strange adults) or that we were downstairs to mingle (thus the lack of students).

Now that he knows where we will be, he should make it next week. Sounds like something that I would have done at his age.

(Photo: the new chalkboard wall that was painted on the December work day has officially been primed and broken in)