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Federal financial aid, aid on the state level, scholarships and grants are all available for those who seek them out. Just as financial aid is available for students who attend traditional schools, online students are eligible for the same вЂ“ provided that the school they attend is accredited. Online education at the career or vocational level is not only available, it is gaining traction among students who recognize the value of earning their education without sacrificing work, family obligations and more. Students who are eager to pursue vocational careers, but donвЂ™t have the time to sit in a traditional classroom, can rest assured that their goals are still within reach. Online degrees are relatively new in higher education, and still evolving. Generally, any accredited degree offered by an institution of higher education certified as such within in a major country will be recognized as a valid degree. According to a survey, 83 percent of executives say that an online degree is as credible as one earned through a traditional campus-based program. In her bag, her handheld said something incomprehensible.As more and more trusted schools offer online degree programs, respect continues to grow. вЂњWe should stay here and wait for help,вЂќ Ashiban said.

#Another word for content cracked#

She blinked again, and the colored shards where the window should have been resolved into cracked glass, and behind it sky, and flat ground covered in brown and green plants, here and there some white or pink. That would explain the memory gap, and the headache. The flier had crashed, and the SovereignвЂ™s interpreter must have gotten out of his seat for some reason, at just the wrong time. вЂњNo translation available,вЂќ remarked AshibanвЂ™s handheld, as the Sovereign reached forward to tug at AshibanвЂ™s own safety restraints and, once those had come undone, grab AshibanвЂ™s arm and pull. вЂњStupid cow,вЂќ said AshibanвЂ™s handheld, in her bag. Spoke-it must have been the Sovereign speaking all along. Stepped into the aisle, hiking her long blue skirt. The straps parted with a click, and the Sovereign stood. In her own seat, the pink- and orange- and blue-veiled Sovereign fumbled at the safety restraints. We have to get out of here or we will also die. The high voice spoke again, and in the small bag at AshibanвЂ™s feet her handheld said, вЂњDisregard the dead. The SovereignвЂ™s interpreter lay in the aisle, his head jammed up against the back of the pilotвЂ™s seat at an odd, awkward angle. She turned her head to look across the flierвЂ™s narrow aisle, wincing at the headache. Maybe the SovereignвЂ™s interpreter hadnвЂ™t heard it. SheвЂ™d forgotten to turn off the translating function on her handheld. вЂњWe have to get out of here,вЂќ said a calm, muffled voice somewhere at AshibanвЂ™s feet. Had the flier landed, and she hadnвЂ™t noticed?ДЄ high, quavering voice said something, syllables that made no sense to Ashiban. Instead she saw shards of brown and green and blue. Ought to have seen blue sky through the flierвЂ™s front window past the pilotвЂ™s seat, ought to have heard the buzz of the engine. Straightened cautiously, wary of the pain flaring. What must they be thinking?ДЄshiban took three careful breaths. The Sovereign of Iss, hereditary high priestess of the Gidanta, sat across the aisle, silent and veiled, her interpreter beside her. Ashiban was here to prevent a war that would quite possibly end with the Gidanta slaughtering every one of AshibanвЂ™s fellow Raksamat on the planet. This was not a time when she could afford any kind of weakness. The Gidanta had been very respectful so far, very solicitous of AshibanвЂ™s age, but that was, she was sure, little more than the entirely natural respect for oneвЂ™s elders. Oddly, she had no memory of leaning forward, and-now she thought of it-no idea when the headache had begun.

She sat curled over her lap, in her seat on the flier, eyes closed. A particularly vicious one, centered somewhere on the top of her head.