Movin' on out

It is decided, and I have an announcement to make: We're moving to Boston.
TJ sent in his letter of intent yesterday. Mom actually looked like she was getting teary eyed when I told her we're actually going. This caught me off guard, as the first time I mentioned it to her, she seemed to brush it off like she couldn't care less.
I also received a letter of my own from Boston, that of a rejecting nature from the hygiene school I planned on attending. This was my plan B option, not even plan A, this was my backup plan...dammit. Now what? That was my entire reason for taking these classes this semester, the entire reason why I was confident and stable in the idea of moving to an expensive city. Now I have to try and find full time work. I have experience only in restaurant stuff and in the lower end of the dental field, what kind of job am I going to find that will actually be worth my whole degree process? Neither job I'm experienced in requires any form of college degree, so I'll be overqualified working a dead end job. Don't get me wrong, I'm still excited about moving to Boston. It's TJ's best opportunity with his grad school plans, and I have a better chance of getting accepted somewhere out there if I reapply. At this point I'm wondering as well: is it even worth a 3rd year attempt? I'm sick of the classes, I would rather not put myself through another test retake, as it caused enough stress in my life where I wanted to rip my own hair out. I'm so freaking frustrated. I have a college degree and I can't even get into an undergraduate hygiene program. What's that say about me? I'm so embarrassed and upset, I'm having a hard time even focusing to study for the rest of my classes, especially since they don't count for shit anymore.
Well, we're moving in July. TJ is looking online for housing and then we're flying out in June to take a look at some places. I want to get this wedding planned before we're gone too, and it would be a lot easier if I didn't have useless classes in the way right now. I should have dropped out of school when dad died and picked up that semester afterwards. The grades from that year are causing the most of my downfall, and I can't dig myself out of it. Apparently God doesn't want me to join the dental field. I'll stop by the career center tomorrow and see what other options there are for a now career-lost person like me.