Hustlers. The thought of it was mortifying; I felt like I’d rather stand at the DMV for three hours on a Friday afternoon than subject myself to such embarrassment.
She sensed my hesitation and followed up: “Natalie, when was the last time you did something that scared you?” I tried to pull an example from recent memory—any example.
I had nothing.“Fuck it, I’m in,” I said. “Let’s get uncomfortable.”I walked into my first class with the same apprehension as a shy kid on the first day of school, nervously taking the room in.
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