Really I am.
My 15 year-old-sophomore-in-high-school daughter is taking two courses at our local community college.
No, she wouldn't agree to wear a turtleneck or a burqa.
And even though she doesn't mind me walking her to her classes (like she'd be able to stop me!), she made me swear on a stack of bibles that I wouldn't be bringing my camera anywhere near the perimeter of where her instruction takes place.
Okay, so I didn't swear I wouldn't use my phone… 😉
I'm fine. Really I am.
Freaked out. Insecure. Neurotic. And Emotional."
~The Italian Job