I am beginning to have dreams that consist of me, in front of a large classroom of college student, getting laughed at and having tomatoes (of the big, juicy, ripe variety) hurled at me. It is becoming apparent, in my mind, that not only do I not know how to teach, but that I am not the kind of person who commands any type of authority. I am barely a graduate, myself...(see picture). The lady at the grocery store not only cards me every time I buy wine, but she also comments on how I do not even look old enough to drive. I am. I am old enough to drive. My question is, if my pudgy cheeks make me look 14 years old, how will my students ever take me seriously. Maybe a nice pantsuit will do the trick...I guess we will see.