Cinderella had it easy. Her major chore was cleaning the fireplace the day before the grand ball. On the eve of Creative Fiction Writing class finals, this nontraditional student has hours of projects to complete before tomorrow, the beginning of Memorial Day weekend.
Cinderella’s fairy godmother dressed her, coiffed her tresses, and nodded her approval at the final result. I donned my Hilo Hattie muumuu this morning and twisted my hair into a clip on top of my head.
Cinderella left the ball too late and plunged back into her servant rags. Now, approaching the midnight hour, I’m dressed in pajamas as I choose to postpone the last college assignment and write this blog.
Where is my fairy godmother when I need her?