Walking out of my 2007 Camry into the counseling clinic where I now spend 8-10 hours a week, wearing Ralph Lauren, chugging down Starbucks coffee, I was suddenly struck with a horrifying thought. "Good Lord, I must look like a yuppie! Who am I?"
Fortunately, I quickly remembered that I had bought this outfit from a thrift store. Phew, I'm still a poor graduate student. Identity crisis averted.
Last week, myself and another counseling student agreed that sometimes we feel like we're just playing adults.