I don’t know what it is about me and academics, but for some reason, the universe seems to hate us being together. Star-crossed lovers and whatnot, I guess?
Last June, right in the middle of my first term back in college, my brother-in-law died. That was…hell. To put it nicely, and it hasn’t gotten any better, with one pile of bullshit after another following it – and that’s not including the four or five other deaths we had in the family…all within a single month. Feel free to re-read that a couple times to reassure yourself that there are no typos, nor am I exaggerating. Five deaths in a single month.
This term, just as I had two big papers due, my best friend’s husband ended up in the ICU. Now, I say best friend, but she’s more like an adopted sister and my boss. I work for her and her husband, taking care of their two children while they work. Since school is in, Brian and Kristy (their parents) usually got them up and ready for school. With Brian being in the ICU, and Kristy being up at the hospital with him, I was pulling double duty for a little over a week. Getting the kids up and ready for school, taking care of the dog (a chore I usually shared with Brian), helping pick up the kids from school, feeding them, scheduling in time for them to video chat with their parents at night before they went to bed. And my classes.
Thankfully, he’s out of the hospital and is back home, but the past two weeks have not been fun. Now my term is coming to an end, and a new one starts in about three weeks. Keep your fingers crossed nothing else bad happens in the next couple months.