Eye contact, facial expressions and yeah I remember the rather primal grunting. For me the best time for getting the scoop was during the "morning drop offs".
I personnally enjoyed watching my second oldcomers,L&L Cantrel (brothers). I was in that home for a long time. The cool thing about that family is that they made "us" feeel at home as much as possible. In time, the brothers would discuss other guys on thier 4th phases and girls to...you know.
Watching the days/weeks/months role by, knowing what was said in group, was not the way it was for many of us outside of group. I think back then it was called being "two faced" or something to that affect. Some how I felt more armed (if that is the right word) knowing this "inside info".
I also was terrified of being stood up, for any reason. Getting caught "checking the girls"
was just one of the reasons to be fearfull. Think...a 14-15 year old male not allowing himself to look at a female unless she was speaking. But of course I did, simultaniously shredding myself with guilt and enjoying (if thats the right word) what I saw.
I think the most terrified I ever experienced was a period I call the "christmas come-downs". Other people with better memories refer to it as something else. It was a week of conspiriaces (sp) confronted and unraveled. Everyday was more frightening than the next. The fear of being stood up was shared by everyone. While people were hollering at someone, they themselves found themselves as the target of the staff. As if fresh news was delivered to the announcer a "runner" came to the staff with a piece of paper and then a new spotlight of shame was shed on yet another person.
Finally I was stood up, I don't recall why, but all my fears became manifest for an excruciating hour...it was horrible. I am not sure, perhaps someone else came refresh my memory, I believe I was placed on a "refresher".
One person I was close to he and I had an unspoken lanquage developed while the group shouted "we love you ____". I had a new comer that eventually made staff who loved to talk and while he talked he lovwered his voice gradually untill just his lips moved.
Pizza has arrived..............
[ This Message was edited by: Woof-a-Doof on 2005-10-14 15:56 ]