Youngest Child Syndrome

In case you did not know or perhaps you do not want to know, but I am going to say it anyway. I am the youngest of 6 children and I suppose this would say something about my personality whether I like it or not. This fact was brought up the other day at school when the girls implored me to ask a favor of the president.

The scenario was this. White glove cleaning was scheduled for the next day which met all of our rooms were to be impeccably clean in all corners and surfaces. Many of the girls were packing however and as one girl so aptly put it "it looks like the rooms vomited into the hallway". And indeed it was rather tedious to walk down the hall as 19 girls tried organizing their things and packed. It also must be noted that this was finals week and some of the girls had a killer Greek test the next day. Hence the dorm was far from ready for white glove and most had little time to spare to make it ready. Because of these circumstances the idea was put forth that perhaps we could get white glove moved to give us all a bit more time. With years of experience under my belt of being a youngest child I volunteered to beseech the president myself.

Might I go on a sidetrack. I do very clearly remember having to ask my mother many things on behalf of my brothers. Although it was not that my brothers forced me to ask for things. It was just they knew that if an idea was put in my head I would probably want it more than they, so I would willingly ask. Also I had been around far less time than they so my track record was not quite as tainted, so mom was more willing to say yes to me. And that she usually did.

Back to the subject at hand. With well practiced efforts I asked the fatal question. Knowing the boys had already asked for the same favor and been denied. Somehow though I was a bit more successful and white glove was postponed for the entire campus . In truth it was probably moved because the dean of women was laid up in bed with a terrible cold. And never mind the fact that when the dorms were checked everything failed and the whole student body was campused until the minor corrections were made.

Was I really successful because I was a youngest? I really do not think so, but my friends and the school president thought it a good point to tease on. And would I the aunty of many nieces and nephews make the little ones ask their grandma for favors? I am not denying anything.