When my dedicated colleague retires, which is sure to happen soon, what should I do about the honor society? I cannot stand it, I cannot tolerate organizations whose names are comprised of Greek letters, and the initiation ceremony is genuinely Fascist.
As it is the party must be held in my house, as my house is interesting and close to campus. This means I have to spend a day cleaning and shopping – the President is always unreliable – and so I lose both Research and Class Preparation, and I feel Resentment.
Then the initiates show up, perfumed, dressed, twice my height and full of estrogen and although normally I am the most youthful and energetic person in the room, I am no longer, and I feel overwhelmed.
Then the parents appear, waitresses, postmen, cab drivers, all dressed to the nines, they did not graduate from high school and now they are going to their child’s initiation into an honor society in college, and I relent.
Then we have the ceremony, and the hors-d’oeuvres, and then everyone but the coolest faculty and students leave, and we have dinner, and it is the best meeting of the year.
Every time this happens I go through the same spectrum of moods. And I am terrified: since my party is always so good, am I designated to be the next advisor of the honor society? I cannot face it alone.
What should I do? Should I force someone else to be the designated advisor, offering to still hold the party at my house, and promising to bite that bullet?