Sometimes, a person just has to let some things go. However painful, this has been one of those things…
In 2010-2011, I returned to school at my local Gwinnett Technical College (GTC) on Georgia’s Hope Grant, pursuing studies that certified me in healthcare. In transferring courses from my undergraduate university, as well as completing required prerequisite courses to pursue further program studies in healthcare-related fields, I successfully completed all courses and requirements, maintaining a 4.0 grade point average, being named to the dean’s list on two occasions, being named to the college’s honor society – as well as being an active participant in it – and earning a percentile score of 97% on the HOBET, a healthcare admissions examination. In two of my courses completed at GTC, I also earned the highest possible ethics score of 3/3 for my performance, a score that is rarely issued to students unless exceptional ethics and mastery is reflected.
Having been unable to re-enter into the teaching field for two years – at that time in 2010 – I chose to pursue a career change. It was my desire to pursue my interest in healthcare, and to enter into a nursing or other healthcare-related field. Reflecting my interests, schedule availability, and financial need, I applied – twice – to GTC’s program in medical assisting, and was twice rejected from it. Being eligible for the Federal Workforce Investment Act Grant in Gwinnett County, since I had been laid off from my previous employment, I met all the criteria for receiving the Grant due to employment as well as financial circumstances. Unfortunately, I also discovered that the Grant was not transferrable to other counties and was required to be used – if issued – in Gwinnett County, since that was the location of the employer that had laid me off one year prior to that.
Devastated that I had been rejected from my desired program of study on the first occasion, I went through the appropriate channels of college administration and made a formal complaint. In part, I expressed how the majority of the individuals who met with me in the formal interview process were nearly 30 minutes late to the arranged interview time, that there was no apology provided for their lateness, that the program director basically told me that I was overqualified and wondered why I was pursuing a program in which the income was low, and that the interviewers’ questions were extremely negatively-focused. I also informed college administrators (the president and two vice presidents) that I was told by one interviewer that I would fail (!) the program. I stated in my complaint that it was obvious to me that the decision had been made to reject me from the program long before the formal interview, and that the interview only sealed the fate they already had planned for me.
When – as I expected – the president finally responded in writing (see letter to follow) to my complaint and appeal, she upheld the decision of the interview panel to reject me, as well as the decision of one of her vice presidents in refusing to reconsider my application to the program for that semester. I then met with the vice president who refused to reconsider me, and discovered, in part, that the program director told her that she believed that I would be unable to complete the program due to my financial status. What?! The Workforce Investment Act Grant would have paid for my studies, and with my 4.0 GPA and outstanding ethics, I would have likely had nothing but success in the program, once accepted. The vice president was further concerned that I had written to certain state government officials, particularly the state labor department commissioner, about the rejection that I had experienced, stating that the manner in which I was rejected was unprofessional. Was it not unprofessional?
I, therefore, wrote additional appeals for consideration for entry into the medical assisting program at GTC – and explained all of the circumstances surrounding my desire to pursue the program and being rejected from it – to a number of state and federal government officials, some of whom included the governor and his wife, a Congress member and his assistant, the technical college commissioner and his assistant, and higher ranking members of our national government, including the President, First Lady, Vice President, and Secretary of State.
I received kind responses from the Governor (see letter to follow), the Congress Member’s assistant, an assistant to the US President, and the US First Lady, Michelle Obama. The technical college commissioner’s assistant also heard me out on a couple of occasions, though nothing was done to overturn the decision that was already made to reject me, nor to reconsider me in any way at that time.
The response that included much common sense and understanding about my personal situation was that which I received from First Lady Michelle Obama. She, in part, suggested to me that I do something else to benefit my community (see letter below).
A number of efforts were made by staff at GTC to usher me into different healthcare-related programs, and/or to encourage me to consider other options, including applying for several positions as an instructor at the college. My heart, however, was set on pursuing the medical assisting program, and so, less than one year later, I applied to the program for a second time.
On the second occasion in which I interviewed for the medical assisting program, a brand new program director had been hired and who was present in the interview, as well as an entirely different interview team. Though I thought the interview to have proceeded professionally and well, and believed that I had a wonderful chance at acceptance – even though my second application to the program was overlooked in Admissions and I had to follow-up on it several times in order for it to be recognized – I was rejected again, for the second time.
Devastated again, for the second time, I decided that enough was enough. After spending three years in trying to pursue medical assistant studies at GTC and being rejected twice – after also being an honor graduate there – it was time to walk away. I could see that there was no convincing the folks there of my interest, desire, and need to pursue this career. They had not provided me with an opportunity to succeed, but only to fail, and it was imperative that I find success elsewhere. Perhaps they felt threatened by my education, perhaps they did not believe in me, perhaps they just didn’t like me. After all, the new program director was less educated than I am. Whatever the reason(s), I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter anymore.
Following this second rejection, I did not write any letters. I did not make any formal complaints. I did not call any government officials. Instead, I was just heartbroken and I cried. It was just too sad and too much for me to bear. I discovered that it was actually true that so many people did not want me to succeed. Even one of the professors about whom I had written a compliment letter to admininstrators, and who was an interview panel member in my second interview, rejected me. So many people withheld an opportunity for me to be successful, to pursue an interesting career, to be able to care for myself and my family in a manner that would have provided increased financial security. I resolved that it was their problem and their loss.
It would have been easy to give up following these rejections. It has been these rejections added to so many other rejections. It is easy for people to say to try again, to keep trying, not to give up. However, one cannot get ahead when one continually runs into a brick wall. A single, divorced mother without employment and who is highly-educated cannot give up. No matter how much I am down, I always, always find a way back up. I have strength. I have faith. And, I know that God is always there for me, no matter how difficult and impossible the circumstances. I know that life may often seem unfair.
Needless to say, I have not applied to GTC’s medical assisting program for a third time. No, I’m not going to do that. Why waste any more of my time, effort, hope, emotion, and money? I’ve already walked away. My hurt has healed. I realize that the door was closed to me long before I even went to my first interview for consideration into the program. I need something that can deliver. I do not desire to be in a place where I am not valued or understood, so I am now thankful for being rejected from a place in which so many did not value or understand me, my interests, or my needs.
So, I look back on all of this, now, and believe that – as I always do – everything happens for a reason. When one door shuts, another is opened. I have faith, and I have hope. And only time will tell.