"If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." -John Green

I know I’m supposed to be doing a poetry response, but I have just embarked on what I truly believe will be the worst week of my life thus far. I’m going to use this space to shamelessly complain in hopes that it will be counted as a completion grade. This probably won’t be read until after I graduate, anyway.

Anyway, this week is packed even on the topmost layer. I have rehearsal from 6:30 until whenever they let us out every night, one of which I’ll be missing for the band concert on Thursday, and two AP tests. Friday and Saturday are the show dates; 7:00 on Friday and Saturday and 2:30 on Saturday.

At the next level, I’m really stressed out because I just found out about a series of break-ins in my neighborhood. When I got home after rehearsal tonight, one of my neighbors flagged me down and told me someone’s house had been broken into last night. Apparently some people in a black truck with a broken muffler and tinted windows had been cruising, as well. I’ve been alone since Saturday evening (for reasons I will discuss later), and, naturally, I was kind of afraid. I called my parents in Hickory. My father told me he’d been planning on coming home, anyway.

He just got home and the first thing he asked was,  “Where’s my Tahoe?”. I had been under the impression that he and my mother had driven separately to Hickory. I didn’t think it was strange that his car wasn’t in the garage. I was wrong. He didn’t drive his car to Hickory. Someone stole his car three days ago and I only just noticed it.

Well, obviously, that makes me very comfortable about my own powers of observation and the sense of security I feel at any given moment in my house.

The tertiary level of suckiness comes from the fact that my grandmother is, quite frankly, dying. Hospice in involved. I’m terrified that it’s going to happen before I get the chance to see her again. I’m visiting after my AP test on Wednesday, but I’m still really scared. If /when it does happen, I’m probably not going to be able to come immediately. I’d have to finish out the week, or the month, and how am I supposed to live with that? I don’t know what to do at this point. Everything is happening at once and I can’t explain it to my friends because I know it’s a bunch of bullshit. This kind of stuff happens all the time and I have no right to complain about them because it could be much worse.

Somehow, that doesn’t help at all.