Awkward years

I volunteered to help chaperon at our youths multi stake new years eve dance on Dec. 30. Well I don't know if volunteer would be the correct word no one else would, so the president and I split the night up. I took the later shift because I needed to put Samantha down for the night before I could go.

I forgot to ask what the dress attire was and I couldn't find the answer in any of the e-mails I had gotten or the fliers that were handed out. All the stake dances I had gone to growing up were all casual, so that's how I dressed, big mistake. I felt so out of place.

I didn't know any of the other leaders from the other wards. I thought I would be saved by the YM leader from my ward that was suppose to be their, but they totally bailed on me. I stood in the corner all by my self the entire time I was there. I couldn't even find my girls in the crowd. I felt so much like an awkward teenager that didn't know were they fitted in. On top of all that I still look like I could be one of the youth and kids kept walk by me and giving me weird looks. After about 45 min. I couldn't stand it any more, so I left. I don't feel too bad because there was way too many adults there for the amount of kids that were there.