One of us has to be insane. That's the only explanation.

There's nothing quite like being woken up by stupidity. I am currently working off four hours of sleep, but am too angry to go to bed. Can you guess why?

You don't really need to.

My family has been notoriously bad about actually remembering to send tuition money. Granted, I'm still glad they are paying for my Uni and weren't letting me take out any student loans, but all of that was at their insistence, so I am a little upset at them today.

Last night I got a call at 10PM. Apparently the university called Unc and told him that if UPS didn't get a check by today, they were going to drop me from all my classes. He calls Fam, Fam calls me.

"You need to call them tomorrow and talk to them about student loans."
"Okay, I will, but you need to call them too, because regardless of the loan, they are still going to need money tomorrow."
"Hey, don't get pissy."
"Forgive me for being a little upset that they are threatening to kick me out my last semester. I happen to know someone this happened to."
"Well, maybe they didn't pay their tuition. How much is your tuition this semester?"
"I'm trying to check, but the internet is being slow. Hold on. Ugh, I don't even know what number I have to call."
"You know what? Maybe I'll just call. You sound a little ignorant."

Yes, why don't you just call? After all, you're the one who has to arrange the payments. Having me contact them would just be silly. "O hai University, I hear you want money, should my family call you? Yes? Kay, thanks! :D" Waste of everyone's time.

So where is this going? I'm pretty sure you know where this is going. I just got a call from Fam.

"I called them, and I am sending you a check to give to them directly on Monday."
"Okay, will do."
"You have to give it to them then, or they won't let you attend this semester."
"Of course."
"They're open from 9AM to 3PM that day."
"Okay, I'll stop by first thing."
"I also have to tell you I am a little perturbed at you for not calling Wednesday about the loans like I asked you to."
"...What."
"Thanks to you I have had to scramble--"
"Hey, Fam?"
"What."
"Thanks for doing everything you can to make sure I actually get to go to college this semester." -.- (Thankfully, she didn't catch the sarcasm.)
"Well, you're welcome, but you need to start taking responsibility for onc-"
*click*

Oh yes, she went there. She, who I have been telling needed to pay my tuition since the sixth, and who kept not requesting the money from the fund, she is telling me I need to take responsibility for once. She, who can't be arsed to send insurance cards my way, get me packages on time, or generally manage to give half a damn about my existence, is telling me I need to take some responsibility.

For once.

Excuse me. Who the fuck just spent two months dealing with doctors, and is now scrambling to get everything done for her classes so she isn't behind in life? Who the fuck usually ends up paying for her own medicine, her own copays, and her own school supplies since "we don't have as much money as we used to?" Who the fuck got all her graduate exams done during this and did well? Who has had a job since sophomore year so she was guaranteed to have the money for when her family inevitably fucked up? Who is dealing with adjusting to two chronic conditions, and despite all this, is doing decently in school? Who has had an amazing credit rating since she was 16?

Yes. I clearly need to start taking some responsibility, for once. I've been leeching off them for years, after all. I'm always back in Saint Louis, and I never do anything on my own. My poor, fucking put-upon aunt has to drop what she is doing constantly and bail me out of my messes. Because that's what this is, you know. It's not her mess. It's not their mess. It's my mess, because I didn't call to ask about student loans.

News flash, honey. Loans do not come from fairies, unicorns, goblins in dank caves, or any other supernatural source capable of materializing items out of its ass. You cannot call on the phone and say "Hurr, ah needs a loan," and then magically get funding. There's paperwork, which I have already filled out, which means there will be paperwork to undo that paperwork. And then the money has to come from a source, which means that source has to have time to get the money to the university. Now, I know this, which is why I am perfectly aware that had I called on Wednesday we would still be having this problem today. Take your own goddamn advice next time, and let me stay asleep. I do not need this shit from you.

At least this is the last time I will ever be forced to rely on them for anything. Summer semester and grad school are my responsibility. I have never been happier to go into debt.

On the plus side, they're paying for this semester. I have a feeling the office told her what I've been saying all along about what happens when you decline a loan. The fact that I was right seems to have been more than she could maturely handle.

Well, I am certainly awake now.