I hate decisions

No, I really hate decisions. And for some reason, I keep getting more and more thrown at me everyday. A few months ago, there was the decision to quit my job. I was a school teacher the the School of the Future (I know, it doesn't sound real to me either) in Philadelphia. The lack of a discipline system, the inability to control the little 14 year old laptops, the lack of traditional grades which caused a decline in effort was all too much for me. Combine that with the lack of time to apply for graduate schools and the strain on my relationship, all lead me to quit. I applied to grad schools, and got in to one, the Human Machine Interaction Master's Program at Carnegie Melon. But then more decisions.

Despite the huge interest in the field, etc etc etc, they still don't give any money, so the whole degree would cost me 60k to finish! So a few weeks ago, I was faced with the decision to say "screw it" and take the 60 thousand hit and get grad school over with, or defer for a year in search for cash. I almost killed myself pro/conning and nagging friends and mentors for advice. Eventually I decided to defer. I'm a minority and the truth is that I should be able to get some from someplace. But then. this decision actually made my last decision possibly the wrong decision. If I was just going to go to grad school in 08, I could have kept my job! DARN IT!

So here I am again, with more decisions to make. I have been looking for a "real" corporate widget cranking job for months, and since my personality doesn't seem to mesh with those employers, it seems like right now my best option is teaching english overseas. But I guess I don't have that decision to make yet, so I'm in the clear for a month or two.