ABSTRACT
It is an unusually warm Tuesday morning in March. This is the first semester I am teaching my own class. I am 31 years old, but I appear to be 20. As I am young-looking, I wear a costume to make my class believe I am the instructor: professional khaki pants, dress shoes, a button-up shirt, an argyle sweater, and a tie. For the first 2 weeks of the semester, I am so nervous to perform “instructor” that I do not sleep the night before I teach.
