Graduating, and death makes people do weird things…

Well, I will finish my undergrad on January 15th; nothing else but the application to graduate, 200 bucks, and a 10 dollar transcript request because the original transfer transcript I sent didn’t include the 4 courses I was taking/had recently taken.  Weird feeling, I’ve been working at my undergrad in one form or another since 2007, so I will have spent almost the same amount of time I spent in the Corps working at my degree.  Granted, I had to take some breaks while I was in because the Tuition Assistance Program only paid $4500 a year in $750 per credit hour increments, so once it was up you had to wait until the next fiscal.  By the way, if you’re active duty and reading this (holy shit, someone active duty reads this?!) go to your motherfucking base education office and find out WHEN you can use the goddamn service-specific tuition assistance program.  RIGHT FUCKING NOW.  I would have been done years ago had I started using it when I was actually eligible and my GI Bill could’ve been used on my graduate degree instead.

So my mother’s side of the family has turned to shit.  Her brother, and my cousins have more or less stripped my departed grandmother’s dwelling of anything of value and left my mother to foot the bill for any expenses that her estate has acquired.  Her brother “could” agree to use a $100k retirement account to pay those expenses and split the difference, but he would have to sign off on that and won’t.  And the state won’t accept the will as worded, SO, he got off with a less than a year old Honda Accord (title was changed already), he owns half the value of her dwelling, and my mother can’t do anything about it, for now.

I originally wrote this as a draft and stopped after the last sentence of the second paragraph, because I wasn’t sure what else I wanted to say on the subject.  I’m pretty pissed at my uncle right now, and while I may forgive him, I won’t forget what he did.

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