Entitled

I am looking for scholarships to help fund my doctoral pursuits. I am an educator with a Master’s degree, but teachers in Hawaii don’t usually have salaries that reflect their signficant role in molding and preparing the next generation of leaders. Anyway, I digress.  The point is simply that I could use a few extra dollars to help fund my endeavors…So I do what every student in higher education usually does…I look for scholarships.

I figured that since I am a teacher I am

entitled.

I am pursuing a doctorate which makes me more marketable in today’s economy, so I must be

entitled.

I am advancing in the field of education which will benefit the society so I should be

entitled. 

I want to pay my own way as much as possible and live as debt-free as possible; in other words, I am not seeking handouts, just money that’s already designated for scholarships. Doesn’t that qualify me to be

entitled?

I am just above the poverty line, if not walking it, as a teacher in Hawaii, so I’m certainly

entitled.

Right? Wrong! 

I am not Black, Hispanic, Latino, Native American, Polynesian, I am White-European.

I am not gay, lesbian, bi-or transsexual.  I’m as straight as they come.

I am not a single parent. I’m simply single.

I am not on welfare because I have a supportive family.

I am not first generation college since my father worked hard to get his education.

I don’t belong to a million different prestigious organizations and clubs, since I prefer to volunteer at church and work at a local vet clinic.

The only thing I am entitled to is feeling like I should be entitled.

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Aloha! This blog is a window into the active mind of a wife, mother, woman and individual. I may be busy every moment of every day, but I still have time to think. Many seasons have blossomed and faded within my life, and this blog has endured through all of them. It is safe to say that my writing has matured because of them. I hope that you will be inspired to think in fresh ways as you read my writing. To Jesus be all the glory.
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