divine angst

Where I went to colleege (So green, so pretty, so rural.)

Where I grew up (See the field in the bottom left quadrant? If you draw a line along the southwest edge of the field, going northwest, my house was the one on the southwest corner of the street that line would run along.)

Where I work (in the building all by itself on the left side of the road running right through the map)

Where I’ll be in four months (Yes, the decision has been made, this time, irrevocably, by Mr. Angst, by dropping his math class.)

I should be thrilled. I have options again.

Mr. Angst’s schools, it turns out, are more alike than we thought. We discovered yesterday that they both offer ONLY night classes. As if that weren’t enough to level the playing field, the school in the north just received a government certification that the other school already had. Overnight, half the reasons we had for choosing one city over the other vanished.

So I should be thrilled, but I’m actually a little annoyed.

We have to go back to the drawing board. This time, though, we make a decision based not on presumed large differences between his two schools—because there aren’t any—but rather on actual small differences between my two schools as well as the personal factors between the two cities. And based on our gut.

There are a lot of pros and cons on both sides, and I’m frustrated at having to do this all over again. But “seeing Mr. Angst more” is no longer an issue—I won’t see him in either case—so at least some of the, um, angst I was feeling about this a few weeks ago has dissipated.

I feel a lot better today—yesterday was not a good day. I even dropped the F-bomb on my blog! Sleeping on it helps, as always.

And here I was thinking I was the first to make a decision! Now I’ve fallen behind Why Law and stag.