Well, once again, I'm going back to school. Can a sista finish this time? Love can be so overrated, especially when you put your dreams on hold in the name of love. Do I sound jaded? Maybe so. I mean, I'm not hatin' on love or anything. I guess it's my fault for choosing to love the wrong people.
But this is totally NOT where I intended to go with this post. This post is about how I am back in college, tomorrow, bright and early. Woo hoo! This is one of those blessings that came out of my husband jumping ship. I had to put my thinking cap on and figure out how to survive!
I am a Desert Storm veteran with service connected disabilities. This qualifies me for the vocational rehab program for veterans. We have up until 12 years after an honorable discharge from active duty or the diagnosis of a disability to use this benefit.
At first I was going to go to school for nails, but then I did some research and found out that it is not a very lucrative career in my community. So then I decided I would go for medical transcribing because it looks to be a stable career and you can make decent money with it.
I went to orientation for the vocational rehab program and started pondering if I should tell my counselor that I already own a business. However, I was scared they wouldn't want to help me if I had my own business, even though it's still up and coming. But God kept whispering in my ear that I should just tell my counselor about my business and see what happened.
Thanks God! She was so excited to know that I was a female veteran with my own business, and went on to explain all of the ways the vocational rehab program could grow and support my business. Yes! I'm glad I was obedient to the Lord. It pays my friends. :)
So we came up with a plan for me to go back to school and get my degree in business management. I mean duh, that's a no brainer right? And it went from there. I had to jump through a few hoops to get some past stuff straightened out. I had to drop classes when I was activated for Desert Storm and they were trying to penalize a sista for the drop. But a few military documents cleared that up quick.
When I came back from the war I enrolled in school again, but I really wasn't ready and I dropped again. So I had to explain about all of that, but it's all good now. This past Friday my counselor met me at Best Buy and she purchased and iPad, lap top, touch screen, wireless, printer, paper, ink, iPad smart cover, lap top bag, you name it, all for me. :)
My tuition, books, and supplies are all paid for through this program. I will also receive a financial stipend for each month that I am in school. Ain't God good friends? All the time!