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The girl at the Brook Theater charged me student prices; I gave her $3 for one ticket and she handed me back change after glancing at me. it’s been years since I’ve gotten in as under 18. This, following the University of Pennsylvania reception when I got mistaken for a high school senior, makes me wonder about my identity.
Cover yourself in a black suit of armor. Present yourself with class, and look “put-together.” Don’t look too sad, but make sure your outer expressions convey some of the emotions you have quarantined inside. Paste a faux-smile across your face as you make your way down the aisle turning from right to left to witness the sea of blurred faces in the crowd.