Truth Comes Out

First off; if the weather today is anything like the weather yesterday (80 mile-an-hour winds, buckets of rain, hail the size of quarters...), I am going to have to move.  That was AWFUL.

BUT  yesterday at snack, before all of that went down for 2 and a half hours and it was still sunny and gorgeous and warm, I was at snack with my group, sitting at a table.  Lieutenant Dan came and sat down across from me, and we started talking. 

He told me his neighbor asked him who else was working at camp, and he mentioned my name and how I used to teach at BSE.  WELL - His neighbor apparently GUSHED about how I worked with her son and how well he did with me and how much he liked working with me.  He butted heads with Dorell and they didn't get along, but he (according to mom) really liked having writing with me.

Who is this boy? JW. 

The one who used to sit there and not respond to me, roll his eyes at me, made me feel SO uncool because I was trying to be happy and draw him out. It was an act, or a misreading of signs.  But he liked me.

I have never smoked pot or done any kind of drug before, but I'm pretty sure I was high after Dan told me that.  What a glorious thing to hear about your job as a teacher.