Reason #5296 Why I'm the Squarest Misfit in America

I love being an Assistant Scoutmaster! Last week, I had a couple of the older teens actually look for me before they left so they could say goodbye. And these are the geeky guy's either! Tonight I spent a good 10 minutes or so swapping Grissom stories with one of the Scouts that's a senior now. I told him about how my English class gave Ms. Adair a nervous breakdown my soph year. That and I got into a conversation with another older Scout about how he can see me roll my eyes when I censor myself. He can tell when I want to say "shit," "ass," or whatever but pause to say things more appropriate for the boys and their parents.