“Your father is treating you like a five-year-old. Shouldn’t you be making your own decisions about your job?”
There was no reason, absolutely no reason, for her to be nervous.
Please, almost every 18-year-old girl went through this process, and they did it with their hair in casual ponytails and their BFFs cheering them on. Yehudis was older and more mature, and she had work experience, even if it was in a different field. What’s the worst that could happen?
I don’t want to find out, she thought grimly as she fixed up her makeup in the teachers’ bathroom.
In the hallway, she passed Mrs. Eisen, and the principal stopped her. “Yehudis, great. I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes now?”
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