Read this encouraging and very real story from a brilliant homeschooling mom and Harvard grad student.

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My husband is a cyclist.  He wears tiny spandex shorts and rides more than 10,000 miles a year.  I have not been on that journey with him; the roads seemed too scary and dangerous.  When I moved near Cambridge, driving became much more difficult.  I started riding the bike path to the subway to get to HGSE.  Slowly my confidence improved, and now I ride directly to Harvard each day through crazy mazes of traffic.  I still remember being too scared to tackle the roads, but now I also feel a surprising love for the daily bit of exercise and connection to my new home, thanks to my bike.

Now, for those of you considering Harvard, I’ve got an analogy for you.  Let’s get personal for a moment, shall we?  I grew up in poverty.  There is no father on my birth certificate, but there were a string of “dads” that…

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