Running out of breath

Getting to the end of this school year is going to be a marathon in more ways than one.  I'm trying desperately to make it to summer vacation without having to invest in new clothes.  As a teacher, I routinely wore jeans, polo shirts, and tennis shoes.  But when I became an administrative intern in January, I suddenly needed to move my limited collection of khakis, dress shirts, and leather shoes "up in the rotation".  Now in April, with still more than two months to go, my wardrobe is running out of breath.  My slacks are fading, my shoes are scuffed up, and even the backpack that I've been using for years is proving inadequate for the job. 

I feel my clothes need to reflect a certain level of respect for the position.  On the other hand, I admit that this wanders closely around the neighborhood of "First World Problems", as described recently in my friend George's blog.