I have the privilege of belonging to the first wave of Baby Boomers. While many of my generation struggled with mortgages and retirement accounts, I chose to reinvent myself. At the age of 44, I began doctoral studies with no visible means of support except the earnings of a spouse and several student loans. Now for the choice details -
My birthplace was Honolulu during the period when Hawaii was a territory of the United States. My parents departed three years later for the islands of Micronesia, specifically Ponape. Since I was not yet adept at foraging, I left with them and spent the next 10 years in the South Pacific. Eventually after the trials and tribulations of correspondence courses, and sporadic years in public school classrooms from Portland, Oregon, to Edinburgh, Scotland, I graduated from high school.
Needless to say, my spin on formal education is uniquely colored by my experiences during my impressionable years. This may explain a BA in Behavioral Sciences in the 1970's, a Masters Degree in the 1980's and a PhD. in the 1990's. It took quite a few years to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. Now and then to earn the necessary rent and lunch-meat, I ventured into the real world - served in Vietnam, obtained license as an RN in which field I toiled for almost 15 years, sold cemetery property, presided over a failed non-profit business, attended seminary, moved 16 times and successfully began a compost heap.
Family ties include two children, three grand-children, three great-grand-children, a long-suffering wife, and parents who both have doctoral degrees of their own. I am convinced that inclinations toward post-graduate degrees are genetically programmed - my daughter occasionally making noises about an eventual doctorate.
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