Please Help Her

Today, the Matron had a series of important meetings at her college --meetings in which she sometimes played a leading and visible role.

She was prepared! Fully loaded. In command.

But there was one section, of one meeting, in which she stumbled into relatively blind. Details are unimportant, but let's just say there was a 400 page document involved (supposed to be read beforehand) and this wasn't really the Matron's focus. She skimmed (okay, who doesn't skim a 400 page document) and thought: wing it.

During the meeting in which this document was to be reviewed and recommendations for future action planned, the large group broke into small discussion groups. There were 30 people in the room. The Matron could not remember one single thing about the 400 page document.

Small groups. In which to scrutinize, analyze and comment on said document that the Matron could not remember.

Matron: "Please God-Oprah-Allah- Universe-Buddha let me be in a group with people equally clueless."

Instead?

Here was her small group constitution: the Associate Dean of Academic Affairs, the Chief Financial Officer, one faculty member, The Provost and -- the college President.

Once she wiped the sweat off her brow, she did do her best to wing it. The life of the working mother.

But she did okay.