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Thirty-four of us are moving from all over the country, perhaps some internationally, and you figure that many of us are busy getting ready this last week.

I finally saw my schedule yesterday and my sister claimed that I was perseverating trying to ensure that I do everything necessary to start school.

I keep worrying that they will say "You didn't take care of this little thing we didn't tell you to do. Sorry! Try again next year!"

I went through a couple dozen school e-mails on Monday and each of them required me to do something that took time.

I didn't get to the one that told me I needed to attend orientation until today.

My sister yelled at me for not making Mom and my brother get ready, but I told her that I planned on leaving them, which I doubt she appreciated.

She kept complaining that I didn't schedule everything the night before and I kept replying "I just found out my friend died."
"I'm sorry, but..."

Mom kept doing the same thing--when she was the one that didn't get ready.

Did they realize how terrible they would sound if they told me that I could not slow down at all after losing a friend of over 20 years?

I drove to Snowflake, dropped off everyone at McDonald's, quickly messaged the mom that my family refused to get ready and I was just dropping them off at McDonald's, and I drove to my client's house.

She complained that I was late.

I started telling her about my crazy few days: Mom was stranded, missed a cardiology appointment in the morning, and wrecked my car that night.

Now three of us are worried that we will be sued.

"Can we start working yet?!"

Cool cool. All of our lives may be ruined and you don't want to hear about it.

She asked when my last day was and I explained that it was my last time seeing her for the foreseeable future.

She really didn't like that.

Her mom walked past and my client ensured her mom knew.

The dad had said that we could resume Zoom in the evenings or weekend when I had the time, but the mom said "Actually, there is a new lady out here visiting people in-person, so we will just switch to her."

Cool cool, I worked with them for 5 years, drove 45 minutes each way despite other vehicles hitting mine and all kinds of drama. Her daughter is stressed out because there will be change and the mom wants to drop me.

It was frustrating because I needed to pack up half the house, but I supposedly had two days, and kept asking myself "Can I just work on the 2002 Civic tomorrow and then throw everything in the truck on Friday?"

I realized that I needed to drive down Friday afternoon so I can attend my friend's funeral Saturday morning, but I still had some time to work on the Honda, right?

I was finally going to write the notes and progress reports that were due on Friday, but Mom got in an accident, and was hospitalized with a brain bleed.
I just checked my school e-mail one last time.

I had an email from a lady I had asked some questions.
She replied "If you wanted any questions answered, you needed to attend the orientation yesterday and today! I emailed you on Monday!"
Thirty-four of us moved here from all over the country, perhaps from other countries, and one week before school starts they gave us two days' notice that they claimed our last three weekdays before school starts.

So, once accepted we were supposed to move and put our life in order in 46 days so that we can dedicate ourselves to grad school 7 days before we actually start?

There isn't a bookstore, just a 7-page list of required books with 27 titles, and estimated prices totaling over $3,000, but sometimes it showed one book for the thesis track and another for the non-thesis track.

I believe that it showed different versions of the same book with different prices, but it is still definitely over the $1,000 that the GI bill gives me each year.

I am going to try to get to bed early, wake up early, go to my favorite barbershop, and then try to get to school as early as I can and try to find out what I missed over the past two days.