The Fear of an Educated Girl
On my first day of first grade, I cried when my father dropped me off in the schoolyard, scared to be left alone. In sixth grade, I worried about making friends in a new school. In eleventh grade, my knees shook when I stood up to speak at my school's speech contest.
I was afraid, but my fears were not unusual. I was a young girl going to school, and my fears helped me grow up.
But I was never afraid that someone might kidnap or kill me.