NO EFFIN WAY!

Ok. So I FINALLY had this plan. My school wanted me in Houston for Sept. 24th for orientation so that after a 4-week hurricane-induced not-even-anything-close-to-a-"vacation", I could start my 3 freaking months of internal medicine at Baylor. Fine.
Housing? CHECK (The school found me donated housing with a very nice married couple who live in a condo complex close to the medical center.)
Clothes? CHECK (Mom and I are braving the highways--and germs--tomorrow and driving in to NO to get my "work clothes," refrigerator smells be damned.)
Money? CHECK (Got my FEMA money. I think it's been deposited in my bank account.)
Transportation? CHECK (My parents and I are driving to Houston on Thursday, and they will return on Sunday).

And now this...
Stupid motherfucking tropical storm (well, by then it will be a full-blown category 3 hurricane) Rita is projected to hit Galveston on Saturday. At 8 am. While I'm supposed to be getting "oriented" to life at the Texas Medical Center.

This shit is bananas, yo.