The Straw

What would be a bad thing to plan to hold the weekend before your final week of graduate school?

A slumber party for a bunch of eight year old girls.

Thing One turns 8 on the 9th of June, so I threw her party early, since I'm reading that night as part of the MFA Candidate Reading, and then I graduate (!!!) on the 10th.  She wanted a slumber party, I felt like a bad parent since I've been hiring a sitter twice a week to watch the Things while I work, so there was not even an attempt to dissuade her. 

And because the Law of Graduate School dictates that whenever you plan something where a group of ruthless and strawberry-scented eight year olds will roll their eyes at you in unison, you will suddenly be loaded down with copious amounts of work, even if it requires an act of God.  Enter the Sunday Seminar at the Advisor's House, stage right. 

So, here it is folks:  I've planned and prepared and cleaned up from a slumber party, and now must write a 7-10 page paper by tomorrow at 11:00am, drive to my advisor's house about 45 minutes away, and then have a 5-hour seminar. 

But, see, this is the last thing I have to do before I graduate.  So it's sort of like the dark before the dawn.  Or the slumber party before the crucifixtion.

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Comments

[H.A.Page]

Well, without the pressure and heat of it you might not have done it at all (school) and under fire you'll have to. I wish I would have worked on my masters earlier.

Yep. Slumber parties are a real drain. Boy can I relate. And most all of the time I said yes.
Restful cheers...

[Jael]

Boy can I relate!! Six kids and college is like a death sentence on top of life in prison-- except I happen to love my guards to the point of death.