Approximately one generation ago, my dad graduated with his PhD in mechanical engineering.
Now the family curse, so long on my heels, has got me too: yet another Dr. Wessel. This month I completed the requirements for my second degree in urban planning and finished my 23rd and final year of school.
I haven’t yet managed to help grant life to a complete human being, try as my husband and I might, though our adopted daughter did celebrate the milestone with us.
Insert photo of me holding cat wearing tiny graduation cap and plaid shorts.
I find it comforting that the Latin cognates of doctor, ductor et dictātor, imply promising things for me in the future, but for now I will be content to find a humble job in transport planning.