When I graduated from high school, I was afraid to take two tests: a driving test to get my driver's license, and the SAT for college entrance. I was afraid I would fail both of them; that I wasn't smart enough to pass. I surmounted these fears by taking buses everywhere (except on dates when the boys picked me up) and I went to a college where the SAT was not required. I stopped my studies in 1965 to get married, my life-long goal.
"Nancy, the only degree you need is an 'MRS' degree," my mother told me over and over. "You don't need a college degree to learn how to change diapers."
I finally learned how to drive so I could drive my children to nursery school, that's the only reason. But once driving, I drove to all the suburban places a young housewife and mother would go: Little League baseball, soccer practice, and, of course, Hebrew and Sunday Schools.
When I started working at the university by my home, my friends urged me to at least try and finally obtain a bachelor's degree. I did, and I graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Organizational Behavior, thirty years after I first began studying for my degree.