Seems the perfect time to share this short piece by my grandmother, as this is her birthday weekend and I just spent the last two days scurrying around working Reunion. I'd describe my equilibrium as a little off at this moment; it seems here that's she's trying to retain hers.
Everything has been in such turmoil all day. Why must girls fuss around so? Why do they let such a little thing as a mixup in a fraternity rushing party disturb the equilibrium of a whole day? The mad dashes from window to window, the wild scurryings up stairs and down, the secret conclaves assembled in one room, that gradually disperse and gather in another, soon grow to be wearisome rather than amusing. All this disturbance goes against the grain--against the philosophy that I prefer to be following today--to sit by and rest and take life as it comes.