The wig brushed my scalp, the gloves immobilized my fingers, and the suit jacket constricted my movements as I entered my fourth grade classroom with a confident face. Witches glided across the room and ghosts slithered from desk to desk, while the remainder of the room was accentuated by sports stars, divas, pirates, and the occasional Hannah Montana. I sat down at my table, an eager grin spreading across my face, not too unlike the one carved into the pumpkin...