Little Miss Fancy [No-] Pants

My favourite part of the weekend is that I don't have to go anywhere--and that means that pants are no longer mandatory.

So, I have some [un]exciting news. Jack, the head of the career counselling program at the SDC, asked me to fill a[n imaginary] position as the third [and therefore least important] career assistant coordinator next year. Alycia assures me [though I have no faith in her information] that this position is more lucrative than the one that I've been filling for the last two years. Fancy. I bet I'll have to wear pants and work harder.

The only thing that is preventing me from enthusiastically agreeing to take the position [other than my complete lack of ability to seem enthusiastic about anything] is that next year I will always be enrolled in at least four English courses, and one of them might be a thesis. So will I have time? Of course--I'm Little Miss Fancy [No-] Pants [who is evidently in some kind of love with square brackets].

Already the CA program has eaten away at much of my life. This week, I dedicated 7 of my hard-earned hours to teaching basic resume writing skills, interviewing potential candidates for next year and calming the fears of a bunch of first year MIT students. Stand in front of any group of people and try tell them a general arts degree has credibility in the real world with a straight face and then you and I can share the title of Little Miss Fancy [No-] Pants.

And it's official. I'm not allowed to express myself publicly after midnight for the rest of my life. But, in the coming weeks, you can look forward to a new type of weekly entry called "Jean and Wein: Random Midnight Thoughts." Also, I've lined up a featurette by Jean about Disgruntled Tuesdays. At this rate, there will be no days left worth getting out of bed for; and I'm certain you wouldn't have it any other way...