I did it. I did something big. I haven't done something that scares me in awhile. Something really big. By choice anyhow. Monumental things have happened to me but this one was of my own doing. I took a leap, not of faith, but of boldness and bravery. I have talked about pursuing my doctorate for over five years. I milled it over with my mom, confided in my husband and shared my aspirations with those close to me. Encouraging words and sentiments of support flowed from everyone's mouths. I don't know what happened but I found a program, applied, took the GRE, passed, gained acceptance to University of Louisiana for the doctoral program in Instruction and Curriculum and almost now done with my first semester (8 week session). The first person I wanted to call when I received my passing scores and that entrance to the program letter (it's still on my fridge) was my mom. The reason this is even feasible in my mind is because of her endless confidence in me. Like maybe