This weekend, which began this morning, is shot.
The drama that unfolds here is unbelievable. Once everyone has exhausted their own garbage, it turns on me. Yes, I have one Master’s Degree, and no, I do not desire another. I agreed that I would take classes as needed to fulfill the few remaining requirements of a School Counseling degree. Now, it seems that I need to jump through no less that 15 hoops just to find out the real deal on *how* to do so. Every sentence contradicts the previous one when reading the catalogs from WVU and Marshall. I can’t believe that someone approved the printing of such unorganized, uninformed documents. Throw that in a pot with my family’s dysfunction and voila–instant sludge.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pack up everything I can into a bandanna and a stick, and Hob and I are heading for the train tracks.