I just could not resist this picture!
Seems the older I get the longer it takes me to make myself presentable to the outside world.
In the old days, a whip of blush, a slicker of Yardley lip polish (I’m dating myself horribly here…) and I was good to go.
Now it takes five layers of Bare Essentials over six layers of concealer, Skin Revver-Upper, moisturizer and a smooth silicone base.
I can’t smile, my face will crack!
I’d like to say, “Take me as I am world, what you see is what you get!”.
I think they’d return me for a refund.
This is a tough topic to tackle.
I have debated whether I should even try.
I’ll be treading a very fine line.
I don’t want to sound whiny.
I don’t want to sound judgmental.
I don’t want to sound like I’m feeling sorry for myself.
I’ll probably wind up doing all three.
I apologize ahead of time.
Apparently, I do not exist.
At least as far as financial aid is concerned.
The government has decided that I do not deserve any help.
Well, let’s see.
This list is based on what I have observed in my quest for scholarships.
I did not make these up.
(I am not making value judgments, so hold your fire. I understand that “life” happens and we often find ourselves in situations we never expected.)
This is why I, personally, am not eligible to obtain financial assistance from the government, at the BSN level of education.
- I am not a person of color, although my cheeks tend to get a bit red.
- I am a woman (hear me roar).
(You would think that would help, but in a female-dominated profession, I’m just “another one”.)
- I have no ethnicity. “American” doesn’t count.
(Although my ancestors came from England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales and Italy, I am, at the very least, a good three generations away from that making any difference.)
- I am not a single mother.
- I am not unemployed.
- I am an American citizen.
I’m willing to take on education loans, but I’m not even eligible for a Stafford, subsidized or unsubsidized.
So, according to the federal government I am not eligible for any financial aid whatsoever, despite the fact that I am back in school to obtain the education needed to fill the oh-so-vacant job of nursing educator/researcher.
I look to private scholarships and I am not eligible for the majority of the reasons stated above.
I’m not rich.
My cars aren’t fancy, my furniture shows wear and my house is no showplace.
It can be said that I have what I have because I am fortunate and there are those less fortunate than myself.
It can be said that I’ve even been lucky.
Yes, so far in my life I have been fortunate.
I spent my life making the right decisions at the right times,working through obstacles and hauling ass so that my family had what they needed to succeed.
It’s called the American dream and I work every day of my life to keep it.
I guess I’ll just bust my derriere that much harder to improve it.
Pull up the bootstraps, tighten the belt, rethink the spending habits, put the nose to the grindstone.
Because the government has decided that being a Caucasian, employed, married mother of three makes me undeserving of any financial assistance.
I guess I do exist.
I just don’t deserve any help.
Epilogue: Well, I did mange to sound whiny and sorry for myself. Maybe a little judgmental, too, although that was definitely not the intention.
Despite all that, every single word that I’ve written is based on my experience.
They say that you appreciate things more when they aren’t handed to you on a silver platter.
If that’s the case, this education is solid gold.