Sometimes Repression Really IS the Way to Go

A couple of days after the defense, a friend of mine had a party in my honor (thank you!). She was kind enough to have a piñata for the kids.

A cute unicorn piñata:





I didn't hit the piñata. It was for the kids, after all.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to take out my many years of adviser frustration on it. In my mind, I saw myself mercilessly beating the poor thing to a pulp, inadvertently crushing the goodies inside while tiny pairs of eyes looked on in horror.

I knew I definitely would not be a good paper-mâché-pounding role model.



Fortunately, one of the kids did this:



And somehow, I felt much, much better.