When I attended college, I searched through grants and loans to help me in my chosen field. Unfortunately for me (and others who want work in creative fields), not many colleges offered aid unless we are prepared to wear a set of scrubs or farmers overalls.
Today, so many scholarships are available for creative people that anybody interested in the performing arts, including dance, drama, broadcasting, and music can find numerous sources for financial aid. See the list below. Included in the list are forms you will need.
And yes, you can use this blog to locate scholarships for nursing and farming as well.
For scholarships to performing arts schools, visit Performing Arts Schools.
The Donna Reed Foundation, located in Denison, Iowa (Donna Reed's hometown), offers scholarships for students interested in the Performing Arts.
The Andrew Lloyd Webber Foundation offers scholarships for the Performing Arts.
Numerous other performing arts scholarships are available. If you plug "performing arts scholarships" (or "writing scholarships) into your search engine, you'll find over a million results. I've listed only a few. You can also try plugging in grants and loans.
NOTE: Grants and scholarships are monies given to students that do not need to be repaid. Loans, on the other hand, must be repaid.
All college-age students will hear the term, FAFSA, which stands for Free Application for Federal Student Aid. You can submit your application electronically by clicking the link. All students who wish to receive college financial aid will need to complete this form.
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Why Parents Should Be Specific When Talking To Children
Though I cannot mention the little boy's name, for reasons that will soon become obvious, I feel compelled to relate the following story, because young children tend to take things very literally and parents need to keep that in mind when they explain things to children.
When I was a little girl, for instance, my family and I often played the game, Candy Land. The first time I played it, the instructions said that I couldn't move until I drew a red card, so I ran to the junk drawer in a frantic search for a red crayon. That was my first lesson in learning that words can have two or more meanings.
When the father of the little boy for whom this blog was written told his four-year-old son that he could "go potty" outside if he had to (they camp sometimes so it wasn't like he was telling his son that he could go potty every time he wanted to water a tree), the four year old already knew two different definitions for "go potty." His father made the mistake of thinking his son would consider only one, urinating.
As you might guess from the previous paragraph, one day the little boy pulled his pants down, crouched down next to a tree in his back yard and started pooping. His father ran up to him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Well, Daddy, you did tell him he could "go potty" by the tree.
By the way, this same little boy, while shopping at the grocery store with his mother, pointed out a pear out of which somebody had taken a bite. "Eww, Mom, look at this! Somebody started to eat this pear!" The fresh bite looked mysteriously the same size as his mouth.
You cannot imagine my delight in knowing that this little boy is going to be providing me with lots of blog material in the future.
When I was a little girl, for instance, my family and I often played the game, Candy Land. The first time I played it, the instructions said that I couldn't move until I drew a red card, so I ran to the junk drawer in a frantic search for a red crayon. That was my first lesson in learning that words can have two or more meanings.
When the father of the little boy for whom this blog was written told his four-year-old son that he could "go potty" outside if he had to (they camp sometimes so it wasn't like he was telling his son that he could go potty every time he wanted to water a tree), the four year old already knew two different definitions for "go potty." His father made the mistake of thinking his son would consider only one, urinating.
As you might guess from the previous paragraph, one day the little boy pulled his pants down, crouched down next to a tree in his back yard and started pooping. His father ran up to him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Well, Daddy, you did tell him he could "go potty" by the tree.
By the way, this same little boy, while shopping at the grocery store with his mother, pointed out a pear out of which somebody had taken a bite. "Eww, Mom, look at this! Somebody started to eat this pear!" The fresh bite looked mysteriously the same size as his mouth.
You cannot imagine my delight in knowing that this little boy is going to be providing me with lots of blog material in the future.
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