A Quandary

So. I will not be graduating in May. Some recommendations were made about additional certifications and whatnot and it was discussed with the parents who urged the not-graduating-in-May option (surprisingly), and so I will be graduating in August.

My dad, though? When I first told him? Or, actually, Mom first told him? He says, "But I've already told everybody you're graduating in May."

I replied, "Who's everybody?"

He replied, "Well, [Uncle B] and [Aunt M]."

We looked at each other, both knowing 2 people in a family of about a hundred is not "everybody." Even if telling [Aunt M] will ensure half of "everybody" hears about it eventually. I finally responded, "Well...they're not coming to the ceremony, right?"

He said, "Right."

I replied, "Well there you go." If nobody is coming to the event, changing the time of the event is no big whoop.

So after a month of panic attacks and sleepless nights trying to make a decision, I finally told my parents and besides Dad's initial weirdness, they were all on board. Which made my decision for me.

The real quandary in this story, though, now revolves around my living situation. The last day of summer classes will be August 1. The last day of my summer lease extension will be July 30. Non-negotiable. Even though my landlord is the U. Let's look at a calendar:

So I have to be completely moved out by noon on July 30. A weekday, btw. Right before my for-real final final exams, btw.

This is not exactly what I'd call "convenient."
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Also, they're doing their spring pest control this week. Which requires me to empty out all the contents of my kitchen and bathroom cupboards and drawers. Where the heck am I supposed to put all that stuff?!