Sometimes walking across a stage takes great gumption. Not because the act of ambulation is challenging (though wearing layers and layers of velvet is a bit inhibiting). The challenge comes in the difficulty of expecting one jaunt across a stage to summarize years of work. We whittle down an entire degree to ten seconds of…
I work full-time and am in school full-time. There is little time for fun or play. And because of this my Quit-o-Meter is high! I need people I can call and ask them to remind me why I’ve done this to myself! Why did I seek to get a doctorate? Why did I sign up…
I have one semester of my doctorate under my belt. Holy frijoles. What a semester! I now know anything anyone could care to know about Florida House Bill 943 and can articulate a growth theory which likens our lives to a river blocked with rocks and aided by driftwood. I am a more knowledgable clinician now. But…
I’m one week into my doctoral career. Whew. What a week. It seems like at least a month has passed since I started classes. One week down. One hundred fifty to go. I’ve read chapters of books. Learned more about public policy than I ever thought I’d know. I’ve already been through all the emotions. Syllabus shock? Check.…
