For weeks now I've been certain that I was leaving for college this Thursday. It made perfect sense. Dad had said we'd be leaving on a Thursday, and everyone I knew were saying what times this week they were heading back to SCAD. So it was only natural. However, the usual amount of hustle and bustle that should be going on before I head back wasn't happening. So I talked to Mom, asking her what all she planned to do to help me this week. She said she'd help me shop Friday, and I stared at her blankly.
"Um. Mom, I'm leaving Thursday."
"No you're not. Check the calendar."
Ah, the accursed calender I prefer to ignore. I walked up to it and indeed, it read us leaving not this Thursday, but next Thursday.
"Okay ... Explain to me this, Mom. My friend Rob is gonna be heading into Savannah this Wednesday. Marlon lives only five hours away from the school and will be heading there Saturday. Why would he be getting in a week early?"
She looked baffled. Well, as you can tell, I'm supposed to be in school this weekend and my folks weren't ready for it. But hey, thankfully I mentioned it today, otherwise things would've been a lot harder. So I'm at home doing the flight of the bumblebee and packing stuff as quickly as I can. This computer room looks horrible right now. I have paper under my feet as I type, boxes stacked to the right of me, the usual mess to the left.
Well, here's to organization!
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