Grad School and Grief
What they don't tell you about grad school is you don't get to grieve. At least not until summer. A loved one is gravely ill and you are hours away from home and a half ton of homework coming with you. You know it won't get done but you hope that in a day or two they will be well and you can work on it then.
Until you get the news that they passed before you could even leave the state. It rides in cars and travels houses as the constant reminder that you have to leave eventually and go back. Then after the rest of week is done and the weekend is over you come back and are expected to have Monday's homework done by 9 am. Instead you want to scream into the abyss about how you should have had 40+ more years with them, or how school is the last thing on your mind as your spouse is going through the worst thing they will ever experience.
But the week without class left you a week behind everyone else, and assignments that got pushed back now have an arbitrary 'sometime this week' deadline. Along with this weeks scheduled work. 4 weeks of Hell until summer vacation so you can actually acknowledge your emotions. But hey they gave you a week off.
