Halloween was one of the most anticipated days of the year when I was a child. I remember months of agony spent trying to decide on a costume. My mom was always willing to help me create something spectacular, even during the years I came up with fairly off-the-wall ideas. I was a bat, a fried egg, a skunk, a clown, and even Shamu. There was something magical about inhabiting a costume for the day–the ability to simultaneously be myself while also trying on some other identity. By the time I hit junior high I knew my dress-up days were done; I was too old for trick-or-treating and too self-conscious to appear in public in costume. Then I got to high school and discovered that dressing up was cool again; Halloween is the perfect holiday for high-schoolers, given that they are constantly trying on new roles, new forms of appearance, and new identities. When I was in high school I thought Halloween would be my opportunity to transform myself into something entirely new. Unfortunately, things never turned out quite the way I dreamed they would.