FASFA (Free Application for Federal Student Aid)

Nightmares.  As a young girl at the ages of 2-10, I had nightmares but they were no where near as scary as filling out a FASFA application.

I have had the damaging displeasure of filing with FASFA five times now.  Every time, I encountered a new phrase or question that I have no understanding of, and no paperwork to help me.  Tax questions alone should only come during tax time, not twice a year! Each time I have filled out FASFA, I feel like I'm taking an old wooden staircase that could crumble beneath your feet without any warning.

Fortunately, I have had much better luck this year.  Over the past two years of being out of school, I have learned the importance of helplines, customer service, and links to guide you to the answers you seek.  Ask questions.  I have to admit, asking for help has never been my forte.  In school, I would ask questions last minute or I would get so scared that I was asking for help that I could not formulate a question to make sense to a teacher or peer.  This has been a huge accomplishment, for me, in the last couple years.

A very wise teacher that I had in high school once told me, never be afriad to ask questions because if you find the proper person to ask, you will always find the answer that is best fit.  He was a genius.  (Mr.P)  Thankfully, I figured out how to use his wise words instead of just ponder what they meant all of these years.

This week's blog is short but it's truly all that has been going on around my reintroduction to school next semester.

On a side note, I am extrodinarly proud of Kate.  September 5th was her last first day of school.  I can't even beging to explain how proud I am to be her partner and to have been with her on her journey prior and during Nursing School.  Lots of tears, fears, and cheers!