I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
-Douglas Adams
Every day I look at my calendar and do a little countdown in my head. There is only a matter of months left, piddly little months that are sure to fly by, months that have no regard for my endless to-do list, the items I haven’t even begun to think about, let alone accomplish.
All in a matter of months, all this lead-up for one day, ONE day, THE DAY, and then… it’ll be over.
It’s a day that has been on my mind when I go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning, a day that I rehearse over and over, anticipating all possible scenarios.
Yes, my friends, in just a couple short months comes the day I take my Ph.D. preliminary exams.
My exams (required after one’s first year in the program) are about two months before the wedding. You know what else is two months before the wedding? Apparently, everything! Mailing invites, meeting with caterer, florist, DJ, finalizing wardrobe… I don’t need to go on. You know. You know in spades!
MamaChips recently said, “Now is the time we need to stop talking about doing things, and get them done!” I agree, Mr. PH agrees, we all agree. But that’s easier said than done. Right now I feel like all I can do is brace myself for what looks like a very stressful time ahead, juggling school and wedding plans. Flight or fight, right? I’m either putting on a hard helmet and surging forward, or curling in the fetal position under my desk.
I’m not sure which one it’ll be yet. Stay tuned.
Any advice? Either on balancing school/workload/wedding, or answering questions about American Modernism? I’ll take anything.





















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