Bury the Shovel

Last night I had planned a Clue night for the youth group I am a leader for. Instead of a game board, the teams had to complete tasks to get get clue cards. sometimes things were a little chaotic but overall everyone had fun. People even told me so. It feels good to be appreciated. I'm a little worried though. For the next two weeks I have to lead the group all by myself.

After the meeting, a group of us went to Boston Pizza. For the most part I had lots of fun. I laughed harder than I had in a long time. I found out there is a rumour going around about me. My dad's cousin, a part-time resident of the town I just moved from, heard I was fired from my previous teaching position. Apparently I called a student stupid. This is so far from the truth. I resigned because I was living too far away from my close friends and family. I left with glowing letters of recommendation from the director of education, my principal and vice principal. Why would anyone think or say anything like that about me? People in town knew why I was leaving. Was not the best way to end off an evening.

One definitely positive thing about the evening, I ran into a friend that I had not seen in over a year. We exchanged phone numbers (we have both moved since we last saw each other) and made plans to see each other again.