Walking Backwards

I should have prefaced my last lamenting entry with the news that Joe and I have discovered that there is no way that we can afford for me to go to the fancy school here (the state school, that is). I talked with the advisors and was told that a semester was going to run us about four to five-thousand dollars. I'm not eligible for financial aid, of course, because financial aid restrictions have become even more stringent over the past few years. I also cannot take out any student loans because, while Joe and I have been working tirelessly to pay off our debt, our credit rating is kind of crappy and we are not eligible for federally-subsidized loans. So, I have to come up with a plan B. I am not good with plan Bs and really just prefer to set myself to doing one thing mindlessly. I hate this changing tracks in midstream. It might be good, though. It seems to be causing me to reassess why I am doing what I am doing and realizing I should have probably thought about this well before now. Also, my brother said something to me that was disturbingly sensible: why am I getting a classics degree to teach high school history?