ABSTRACT
My journey in a doctoral program cannot be isolated to the four years of courses, study groups, qualifying exams, and dissertation committee struggles. I brought to my final degree all that came before I sat in my first doctoral course. For good or bad, the acquisition of the degree was merely the culmination of an odyssey of passionate curiosity and deep regard for a single topic of interest, unstable self-efficacy during a four-year-long triathlon, and reliance on social capital, both human and resource, built over the years.
