Irony is a Bitch

Continuing my education to achieve my doctorate in physical therapy is probably the most frustrating thing I have had to deal with in my life up until this point.

I just recieved word that I was once again denied entry into a graduate school, and for the same reason why I was denied the first time at a different institution last year. This confuses the hell out of me, since I asked various "advisers" and other offical-people-types what I needed to wok on before applying again. So, I did what they suggested, yet still I sit here with my thumb up my ass and student loans breathing own my neck. Sure, I have another school whom I am still awaiting their answer, but seeing as though their requirements are even higher than this first school I was denied from today... let's just say my hopes aren't very high.

The irony of the whole situation? I was told today by a therapist that I work with that attended the very school I was just denied from that my interviewer thought I had "nothing to worry about". I suppose she was assuming I DIDN'T want to get in. Bitch.

So my choices are, at this point: 1) I look to do something else other than P.T. and try to make a decent living at it; or 2) I don't give up and retake classes for the second time.

Holy shit I don't want to take chemistry again. And I CERTAINLY don't want to take physics again. But I suppose any "C" I got needs to go up a grade or so higher for this to work.

I have a couple choices to make I suppose. I figured I was going to be out of school and working by the time I was 26. Hell, married and having 2.5 kids by 30. I suppose everyone else forgot to read that script, eh?