ABSTRACT
We had a brief but interesting conversation on the WPA listserv discussion one day about the sense many of us shared that we were total frauds, always a hair’s breadth away from being discovered and exposed as the snot-nosed twelve-year-olds we know we really are. One colleague recalled looking in the mirror each morning and saying, “Today’s the day they’re going to find out,” then hurrying off to do what she could to keep the illusion alive for yet another day.
