What a bloody horrible day. It started off fine, not much in my inbox, no voicemails waiting for me, the big boss not in. Normally the ingredients for a very good day. Nope. Wasn't to be. Everything plummeted down hill with the first phone call and I've been stuck in the mud since. Sigh.

The worst phone call was from PSU/Harrisburg. Finally got in touch with someone in their education department. There were three requirements necesessary for admission into their post bac. teacher certification program. I qualified for two (6 completed credits of college level english and math). Of course, the third one is the biggie. Thanks to our wonderful former Gov. Ridge, anyone wishing to be admitted into a teaching certification program must have a GPA of 3.0 in their undergrad coursework. I did not have a 3.0, I'll leave it at that. Basically I won't be able to get my certification anywhere here in state. Because of unfortunate timing in regards to my PMS clock, the old hormones took over and I immediately started to cry after I hung up the phone. Visions of being stuck in this hell hole immediately started creeping into my brain and well, I became a pathetic girly girl. Big Sigh.

Looks like I'll have to see what I can do in Maryland. I know McDaniel College in Westminster has a certification program. Guess I'll have to schlep myself back and forth if I get accepted. The way my life has been going lately, I doubt it.

On top of that Bob has decided someone needs to get a ten year reunion togethether for our high school class. Personally, I could care less if I see any of the other people (outside of my group of friends) in my class again. Now that he has put himself on this mission, guess who get's drafted to help. Like I have the time for this? We're supposed to meet tonight to get started.

I'm going to the gym to work off some steam.