Wait a sec – I'm not wearing pants! … by Deb Alicia

[image error] Every September, I dream (usually several nights in a row) that I must repeat high school. I get lost in a labyrinthine building and arrive late for class. Teacher castigates me; classmates snicker. Then, I realize I'm not wearing pants.

You don't have to be a Jungian analyst to surmise that I'm still working through some residual dread inspired by high school—math, chemistry, and gym classes, in particular.

College was different. No math, chemistry, or gym, and all the film, French, and...