"Why are you even doing a Phd? How is it relevant? How can you serve the Lord with a PhD in Victorian Literature?" --my mother
I got into three schools, two with full funding/fellowships, and this is the response I get.
...sometimes, I just want to cry. I'm the first person in my family to pursue a PhD, but clearly that's irrelevant to my increasingly fanatic-religious mother. The only way she will ever be happy with me is if I settle down, pop out a few kids, and read every single sermon she emails me (which is 10+ a week, people, not even exaggerating).