Door number two had better be made of fucking gold

Here is the cliche: When one door closes... another door opens. Well dammit... there had better be something really spectacular behind door number two. I received a phone call today from The College of The Rockies. They called to inform me that there were not enough people in the specialized course that I was planning on taking... and that it was cancelled! Two people had suddenly dropped out yesterday. The woman on the other end gave me four options... that I am frantically weighing, so I can decide what to do. School was supposed to start in three weeks. I quit my job a few months back in preparation for school. I have been residing in my mother's home this summer because my boyfriend and I, of three years, recently split. All of my worldly possessions are piled in boxes in a friend's home; along with my two lizards. My scholarship is extremely fickle..... Fuck! That is all I have to say.