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I need to pay for my final Undergraduate degree classes
I just have this term and next to complete:
This term costs $2327.29 and covers one programming class, and two art history classes.
Next term will cost around the same amount for one statistics class and one additional class of any kind that will give me the 8 credits total needed to continue to reside in student housing.
If I cannot pay it all off before the end of December then we must move but any monies contributed will go to the school bill.
I will continue on to Graduate school and help the HUB grow
By making this happen for me you allow me to get out of default, finish my undergraduate degree and enroll in Graduate school where I will get my Masters in Management. I aim to use the Masters program to help the Hospice Unique Boutique grow into the organization that it has the potential to become. By helping me you help a very worthy organization that helps numerous people at the end of their lives find solace.
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November I am now going into finals with one Max/MSP/Jitter Programming class, and two 400 level Art History classes. But this week, November 26th, 2012, I found out that my student loans had not actually been sent to forbearance as explained in March, but instead were in default because they say they sent me paperwork in March that I didn't return to them. I don't doubt that they sent the paperwork but I have not seen it. This would have been during the time we were moving, so it likely got lost in the shuffle. All this time that I thought that my loans were in forbearance and rolling into deferment they weren't and now it is too late to fix it.
December In order to correct it I have made arrangement to make 10 months of payments which will get the loans out of the default status. But right now I have to pay for this term, which is $2327.29 and the upcoming next term which will be around the same. If I can't do that by December 28th then I am likely to lose my student house and have to move, which I don't have the funds for either. And I won't be able to finish my degree nor go in to the Master's program where they have already told me they would love to have me.
How I started
1974 School was not easy for me and a disruptive home life did not help, so by the time I was in fourth grade I still could neither read a book nor a clock. Many of the teachers just passed me without trying to teach me because it was easier than the alternative.
1979 That is, until I entered fifth grade and was blessed to have Charles Gimby as my teacher. He refused to accept that I was a lost cause. Within those nine months I went from illiterate to the top of my class and received the school-wide award for the most improved student. That year I also began volunteering for the Morongo Eagles Special Olympics program. I helped to encourage the competitors to achieve their best and saw that I had a lot of experience to offer. That began my lifelong commitment to volunteering in my communities. From fifth grade on I did very well in school with the exception of algebra. The damage to my brain as an infant made it impossible for me to be able to retain abstract math.
1980 This year my siblings and I went into private school. It was a small school but the curriculum allowed you to work as fast or as slow as you wanted. I blazed through course after course and loved it! That year I also completed my first marathon, raising more money myself than all of the other runners combined. I made fund-raising a regular part of my volunteerism.
1985 Every Winter and Summer break I visited my dad in Arizona. He was now living near Sedona, Arizona. I began volunteering throughout these breaks at Kachina Pointe Retirement hospital. Helping the elderly find joy toward the end of life gave me tremendous satisfaction and gave me many wonderful memories with some truly amazing people.
|Miss 29 Palms|
When I returned from Indonesia my home life was in shambles. We moved to a town just outside of Palm Springs. I was working in a children's store near Palm Springs for about eight months but learned of a high-paying opening with the US Department of Agriculture for the summer. I took the summer position as a USDA Ag Inspector which afforded me the funds to attend one semester of college.
My step-Great-Grandfather died suddenly that Fall followed by my Step-Father a few days after Christmas. My mother was unable to cope with the loss and went to stay at a recovery facility in Palm Springs.
|Upper Left: Meeting Ambassador Paul Wolfowitz and his family in Jakarta. Florida. Java. Center: Bali. Arizona. Japan. Bottom: Northern California.|
1989 I began seven classes at Copper Mountain Community College that January while my mother was being treated. I split care of my little sister with my step-grandparents. When my mother returned a few months later I let her know that I was intending to move out so that I could focus on college. Apparently she wasn't in a healthy mental state yet and her response to my intention of leaving left me with no alternative but to flee to my grandparents home as soon as I could escape. In order to save me they helped me to move abruptly to Portland, Oregon. It meant that I wouldn't be able to take finals that semester, so my classes that were otherwise straight A's were negatively affected.
1990 I enrolled in Portland Community College a few months later when I had gotten somewhat settled in Portland. There I met the fellow student that would keep me from completely losing all ground and who would be there through everything that happened next.
1991 Toward the end of January I came down very sick. Within a week I was having difficulty walking. Seizures started again after being gone for nearly 15 years. I had to withdraw from school while the doctors tried to determine what was wrong. The fellow student and I moved in together so that he could help take care of me. My arms were very weak, I was endlessly fatigued and needed two canes to walk any distance at all. The doctors suspected Multiple Sclerosis and began treating me for that. I was 21. It would be a year before I would rebound and be back to normal. As soon as I could walk reasonably well again I sought out work so that I could get back on my feet. I went through Vocational Rehabilitation and was placed as a Market Researcher. (I rapidly grew in that company and was in charge of focus groups and international research when I left five years later.)
|Welcoming our 1st daughter|
|Oregon Coast 2001|
I was working as a buyer at a local gift and household goods store, Paddington Station and my husband was working as a line cook at a The Wild Goose Cafe, so we figured we would manage. And we did. We did very well in college and it looked like our lives were finally pointing in the right direction for the next two years.
|First electric wheelchair|
|We are a happy, strong family|
|Oldest daughter middle-school graduation|
|Dreamer working for me|
|A Disneyland Spring Break|
I withdrew from school that Fall to go to Arizona and take care of his things and his funeral (there wasn't anyone else in his life to do it) and planned on returning in Winter to school. Unfortunately that December I had another severe attack, much worse than most of the ones before. No treatment was helping and it looked like there wasn't going to be any way to overcome it this time around. I also developed a melanoma on my leg that took two surgeries to fully remove and a year later they would tell me that I had uterine cancer, the same cancer my mother was dying from. Fortunately, the uterine cancer was a misdiagnosis.
|Cover of my first book|
2010 While I could rarely get out of bed or be involved in the world much, I still strove to contribute to the future of my family. I started a company that created its own content as well as supported writers in developing theirs. Some days I could not do more than have the laptop propped up beside me as I typed one word or one sentence slowly and deliberately. On good days I would get layouts done, proof read other writers works, consult published writers and aspiring writers on how to get their projects complete and get out and do photos for content all in one day! I managed to complete my seasonal shopping guides and was planning on launching in January of 2012. I wanted to get them laid out professionally before marketing them.
2011 But by Fall I was chronically ill and figured that I had a year or so left in me. I didn't have the funds to hire a book designer and it seemed that by the time the books would be done it would be too late for me.
In December I had developed a serious sinus infection and went to the clinic to get antibiotics. The usual doctors weren't there so a specialist who volunteered at the clinic once a month saw me instead. As he was looking over my chart he remarked that I was one of the luckiest people in the world. When I asked him why on earth he would even think that, he said that he was pretty sure I had been misdiagnosed all this time and, if so, that my life was about to change tremendously. The disorder he was suspecting happened to be his specialty, a specialty that a very small number of doctors in the whole country would have recognized.
2012 January A round of tests were run and it was verified that I did not have MS nor Muscular Dystrophy but had actually been born with a genetic inability to absorb B-vitamins called Homocystenuria and it is fully treatable. These days every baby that is born in the US is tested for it at birth when they draw blood from the heel prick. They are testing for homocystenuria as well as phenylketonuria. After decades of wrong turns and false hopes I didn't believe a word of it. He then showed me the vitamin levels in my tests. Every single one was severely deficient--not just all of the B-Vitamins but all of them--calcium, magnesium, zinc, vitamin D, etc. We began treatment.
At that same time we were living in student housing while my husband was finishing his Masters in Management degree. We found out that the University needed to tear down our house and move us into a different one. We moved while I looked for a job. I still was challenged by bone and joint problems stemming from the dengue fever I contracted in Indonesia and the decades of damage done by having vitamin and mineral deficiencies. Although they do cause pain, the overall quality of my life is extraordinarily better than it has been since I was a kid.
May I found a position at an amazing local non-profit called the Hospice Unique Boutique. It is a high quality resale boutique that supports end-of-life care programs and last wishes in the Rogue Valley. In their first year they were able to gift $5000 to those programs, in their second year they gifted $10,000. This year they gifted $30,000!!! I accepted the position as the Assistant Manager. It is the most wonderful shop to experience and the most rewarding place I have ever had the pleasure to support. If you are from this area you have to check it out (www.hospiceuniqueboutique.org), or friend them on Facebook and you will see what I mean.
Around the time that we moved is when I contacted the Department of Education and Direct Loans to get back to school. They told me that they would put my loans into forbearance, because we were too poor to pay any loans at the time, and then when I returned to school again in Fall it would automatically roll over into deferment while I was a student.
June During the next few months my eldest daughter graduated from high school, my youngest daughter graduated from middle school, we became short-term foster parents for another girl and we moved my eldest daughter to Portland to attend Portland State University as a double major in Physics and Theatre.
October I returned to school and felt overjoyed! Being is school is tremendously rewarding for me and all of the possibilities of having my degree are very close at hand. I love to learn, I love the academic environment and I love the daily challenges. I am grateful to be there every single day.