I’m leaving on Saturday to start college at VCU. I’ll be going to Richmond with my parents; they will be coming back alone. Was that pithy enough?
I think so.
Regardless, tomorrow I am going to visit my high school for the last time until I come back some time this fall. Hannah demands it of me, and I’m more than willing to oblige. I have to return a few tons of stuff to Mr. White, also, and help him with his new film scanner, which I;m excited about for no reason at all.
My official Dorm Room Book Collection
I’m not packed, put together or at all ready to leave yet. So far, the only thing I’ve done in preparation is worry a lot and pick out the books I’m taking with me. Beyond that, I still don’t have my clothes picked out, my sheets and bedspreads are in a pile on my armchair, my towels are divided between three or four different bags that are either on my bedroom floor or jammed in the closet somewhere, I still haven’t bought about 75% of what I need for my room and I really don’t have a clue what I’m going to do about it.
I don’t know what my problem is, apart from the fact that I feel so detached from the whole thing right now. And I have, for about the last month. It’s that old line about it feeling as though this is happening to someone else, and I’m just spectating. I need to get it together soon. As in right now. It is upon me, and I don’t have time for my usual shit. I just can’t seem to get this through my head.
I think, maybe, that it’s due in part to the fact that I have no idea how I’m going to pay for the last remaining 3% of my cost of attendance. Which is another matter entirely, but which is also a big factor in all the stress I’m dealing with right now. I owe money on my student account, which I had anticipated, but this is more than twice what I’d planned for paying. Which is both aggravating and alarming, since my parents are, as they have been all summer, operating under the assumption that I had the whole thing paid for already. I never told them that, they just took it for granted that they wouldn’t have to pay anything for my education.
It’s only $629.50, and I can pay that in four installments and it wouldn’t be a big deal to do so. Except that I don’t have any money, and my parents, who are plenty capable of paying it, will balk at the idea of forking over $180 (the first payment is one-fourth of the total plus $25) by next Friday for expenses they “didn’t know about”. Because I’ve been keeping it a secret, right? It’s a horrible affection they have, of forgetting only the very important things I tell them.
But! I’m going to call the student accounting office later and have a nice chat, and see if I can’t work something out with them. Am I not just so independent?
Anyway.
Today, I’m going to hang out with Ana. Later. We’re going over to her place to spend some time doing I don’t know what. Having fun? I can only imagine….
