It's not like I don't look at myself in the mirror before I go out in the morning, but every day, literally every day at some point, Suzanne has to cut a thread off of me, or remove toilet paper from my shoe, or politely point out that I have powdered sugar on my nose or that my face is smeared with green dry erase marker.
I've been trying to check with her before I go into class, since I can't count the number of times I've finished a lesson and sent everyone home and then discovered my skirt is on backwards.
This makes me wonder what they were not telling me in New York.
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