It's Saturday night - Do you know where your Dean's Date is?

You know the question. You might even fear the question. But, sooner or later, you have to face the question."How's your Dean's Date?"Yes, at the end of every semester, these four words are tossed around - as a conversation starter, as an awkward silence filler, but generally just as an awful reminder - and the responses can be pretty telling. You know the ones.There's the asshole: "Oh, it's fine. I timed it all pretty well, so I managed to write 50 pages over reading period." (This is usually accompanied by a self-satisfied, smug smirk. Thanks, bro.)Then there's the engineer: "I don't really have anything due on Dean's Date." What! "But I have 6 finals and a problem set and I have to split a molecule that week." (Then you realize your life sucks less in the grand scheme of things.)There's also the chronic procrastinator: "Well I have like 60 pages to write, but I just can't get started... I dunno. I'll just pull some all-nighters and crank it through." (Which doesn't sound, you know, healthy.)And, of course, the regular, run-of-the-mill, everyday Princeton student: "I'm fucked."Enjoy your weekend, I guess.