It's like the first day of school, butterflies included.
It's like looking at a high school year book of the future ("Oh! So that's what little Johnny will look like in 28 years!").
It's like doing standup while sitting down.
It's like being a psychologist ("That's little Johnny's mom? Wow, that explains so much...").
It's like being on a slide under the microscope of sometimes hostile scientists.
It's like being a radio celebrity on the red carpet ("Wow, I've heard about you. You look different than I'd imagined...").
It's being caught between the urge to "clean house" to make a pleasant impression and the desire to show the grim and sometimes odiferous realities of cramming 38 thirteen year olds into an ancient bungalow.
Pray for me!!