Why Regent University?

Regent University offered a unique perspective in undergraduate studies. Christ-centered leadership and biblically centered classes develop students professionally and personally. The campus is beautiful, and I soon found that my professors and my fellow students exuded enthusiasm and dedication to the Lord and their educational pursuits. Classmates prayed with me and for me; studying became a group effort towards excellence and not just another homework assignment.

Why Online Learning?

I was 21 when I started the online learning program at Regent University. I had the opportunity to dual-enroll in a local college while in high school, so my associates degree was partially complete when I graduated in 2002. I hit the ground running by working full time after graduating from high school, attending night classes to finish my associates degree. I guess I got used to the schedule, and when it came time to find a university to transfer to, I knew I'd want a flexible format that would allow me to continue in my professional endeavors.

Why A Business Degree?

My degree is in Organizational Leadership and Management. I chose this concentration because of the unique mix of business strategy and leadership development. In choosing a degree program I wanted one that would emphasize the "people" part of organizations and their strategic development. Some degree programs focus primarily on the financial and strategic side of business development, but Regent stressed the importance of the organization's people and the effectiveness of biblical leadership.

Business Degree

The Blonde's Philosophy on Airports.

Airports are funny places.
Have you ever gone to an airport, and really watched what is going on? I know it's hard when you are trying to keep track of your luggage, and your feet hurt, and you're afraid your gate got changed and you missed the announcement. I, for one, am always afraid about having to put my carry-on items on the counter/floor/hook in the sketchy bathroom. Because if someone takes your precious bag, it could very well end up across the world! It's not like losing your bag at the mall, where you could easily catch up with the thief.

But I digress.
Anyways, one time I was at the airport, I made a point to pay attention to the people. I was waiting to leave somewhere I wanted to stay, and I said goodbye to someone I didn't want to say goodbye to. The worst part was the three hours before takeoff; thinking and people watching and juggling my coffee, purse, and carryon. The armrest was digging into my ribcage and the high heels were really starting to dig into my feet and a great fear was starting to dig into my heart. And I started thinking that airports are similar to hospitals, in that they are pretty clear with their intention. Hospitals can be sad, where people are sick and die. Hospitals can be extraordinarily happy; a place where babies are born. Hospitals can be neutral, a place where you go to get better and hopefully never return. If you watch the people who mill around the baggage claim, it is interesting to watch their faces. I have never understood why two people greet each other with such lukewarm excitement, especially two people who appear that they are in love. I mean, your honey just got off an airplane! He's ok! And he's walking through a sea of people to find YOU and your smiling face!

So I have a philosophy about airports.
1. Never, ever drop someone off at the curb, unless they are going to seriously miss their plane, and only if you had something to do with them being late. (ie, spending too much time kissing goodbye.) And then you must apologize profusely.
2. Always arrive early enough to be found; sometimes cell phones don't work in the airport.
3. If you are the one flying out, and your ride offers to drop you off at the curb, make a mental note of it. It may mean nothing- or everything.

Airports are scary places. Maybe I'm the only one who does this, but whenever I fly I always imagine that it could be the end. Dramatic, I know. I pray during and after takeoff and I tell myself that I have Jesus if the plane goes down. I still get white knuckles. But when I get to where I'm going, I am so happy to see whoever I'm going to see. And you know what? You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you.

The end.