—Samuel Butler I used to believe that only kindergarten students got first-day-of-school jitters, but I definitely had that familiar why-can’t-I-just-go-home-and-crawl-back-into-bed feeling the next day as I once again drove my van through the imposing gates of the Worth School. Worse, even, since this time around I was the one in charge. Early that morning, Nick had been amused by the way I’d agonized over what to wear. “You’re not trying to get these girls to vote for you for class president,” he teased as I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, holding one shirt after another up to my chest. “I just want to look like an authority figure,” I’d explained, squinting at an apple-green linen Liz Claiborne blouse and wondering if it was too matronly. While it had looked fine in the store, it now struck me as something Dorothy Burby would wear. It was true that I wanted to look like the person running the show, of course. But I also found myself grappling with some old insecurities I hadn’t even realized I still possessed.
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