First of all, the key word is CAMP. We spent a weekend at a children sleep away camp and it brought back memories of summers when I was young. 40 adults sharing one dorm/bunk. Showers/toilets a short walk away. Dining hall, lake, forest, it was an amazing experience. The thesis part was different. It wasn’t actually called bootcamp, it was called Thésez-vous? Thèse means thesis, but it’ a play on words, because it is a play on words – it sounds the same as taisez-vous! which is what our teachers would scream at us in elementary when we were making too much noise – so kind of the equivalent of shut up and write. We were also not encouraged to count the number of words, but to come up with very specific goals – primary goals and secondary goals. My primary goal was to rewrite my Statement of the Problem chapter so that it would be more coherent with my theoretical framework. My secondary goal was to complete my Methodology Chapter, now that the data collection is done. I didn’t get to that, but I succeeded with goal #1. I also got to meet a bunch of people from different universities in vastly different domains, and bond with my colleague. My favourite part was the emphasis on balance between exercise and outdoor play and writing – we would work in 3-hour spurts and then play outside. I mostly ran, and missed a lot all the swimming and canoeing because it was too cold, and because I keep drinking wine after dinner and laughing, but that’s balance too, somehow. A break from the family, from cooking, cleaning, and a chapter done. A weekend well spent!
This week I condensed my thesis project and preliminary results into a 10 minute presentations – 10 minutes! – and presented it at a master class on research on contemporary families, organized by a research partnership on families, to which I am not officially affiliated, at another university. Each of the 6 presenting students had been assigned one or two “masters” to comment the written text (5 to 10 pages) we submitted in February, as well as the oral presentation. I went with one of my colleagues, but he’s in community psychology and I’m in education. We had an official practice in front of 2 of our colleagues/friends the day before – I like to do that, especially when I present in French, but it’s always useful, particularly to avoid nervousness on the day of. The presentation went well and I got useful feedback from both the “masters” and from the rest of the audience. Most important, I need to change my title to better reflect the purpose of my research. So that was great, but the best part was meeeting and listening to students from diverse disciplines (mostly sociology and anthropology) present their projects. At least 3 of us were using narrative methods. As narrative methods are pretty rare in early childhood education, I was thrilled to meet other students using them, and using a similar theoretical framework. It was a great day, and a much needed burst of inspiration as everyone was really positive and interested in my project – which I need for the last 20 interviews transcriptions!
So life continues, I am spending the days I had set aside to work on my thesis (which means to finish the transcriptions) correcting my students’ final papers, and I’ve already started teaching another class. My scholarship ran its course so the money I earn is cut in half. I started applying for jobs, and of course I am still working as a research coordinator 18 hours a week. Not to mention my son’s school choir performance at 2:45 in the afternoon, and the volunteer position as administrator for the new university childcare centre which seems to be taking more and more of my time lately, and it is no wonder my project is not advancing quickly. I said I wanted to take the slow route, but I’m not sure this is what I meant. I do have a few events coming up in the next month or so that will force me to get back to work. Next Wednesday I am participating in a master class on the contemporary family that a research centre at another university is organizing. I am not all that sure what a master class is – 6 of us MA and PhD students present our research projects briefly (we have 10 minutes) and then the “masters,” researchers or professors or experts in the field, will comment on the presentation and on the 5-10 page description of our projects that we submitted in February. So it is kind of like a research seminar. I can’t figure out why they’re doing it, unless the research centre is looking for future collaborators, but I’m looking forward to discussing my project. Of course it is next Wednesday and I haven’t started preparing the presentation yet, but I’m not panicking yet…
At the beginning of June I’m presenting preliminary results at a conference. That should motivate me to get back to the transcriptions. Finally, inspired by the Thesis Whisperer, some students in my city have organized a thesis writing retreat over a weekend at an environmental education centre in the country. I am curious about how it’ll work and about the fact that we have to sleep in a dorm (I’m 41!), but I think it could be very helpful. Anyways, I’ll let you all how these events go…I guess it’s time to get back to that pile of corrections before the kids wake up!
One day I suggested to a friend and colleague that we submit a paper to the same academic conference. My friend declined, criticizing the idea of just presenting in order to add a line to his CV, and saying he wanted to wait until he had some useful and original knowledge to contribute before submitting to a conference. This was months ago, but something has been bothering me ever since. I understand his criticism of the academic rat race, but I really enjoy conferences. At the time I told him I submit because I like travelling and also because I want to take part in interesting academic conversations. What I didn’t say, was that on some level I do do it for the line on the CV, that I do play the game. Recently I realized that there is more to it than that though. My friend and I have very different ideas of knowledge ownership. My friend is single, and doesn’t have any kids. He is used to working on his own and making decisions on his own and taking days to consider whether one aspect of his thesis makes sense. I consult my partner for most decisions on a daily basis: is my daughter really sick or is she just trying to skip school? Should we let our son have another half hour on the IPad? My thesis, or any research project I might share at a conference, is a work in progress, not a finished product. I want feedback, I want to make sure it makes sense to others in my field, I want their help in making it better. Not to mention the inspiration and learning that comes from attending other sessions. My chapter was published last week, and I put the title on my ResearchGate profile. That chapter started life as a conference presentation. I got a message this morning from a very prolific author in my field. He’s one of my academic heroes, this guy. I met him at a conference last fall, and he followed me back on ResearchGate. He wanted a copy of my chapter! I’d love to do a postdoc with him, or maybe get him to be the external reviewer of my thesis. My work is not any less original or useful than any other researchers’, even if I prepare it last minute. Also, I’m writing this post instead of working on those never-ending transcriptions. The deadline of a conference presentation is a kick in the butt that Pomodoro just doesn’t provide. OK, the truth is, the novelty of the Pomodoros has worn off! So I will keep going to those conferences, I just need to find new ways of funding them because I have already used up my allowance of travel scholarships! Now back to the transcriptions…
I like being able to cross things off my to-do list. Today I conducted the very last interview for my thesis, and I’m ready to celebrate. Never mind that the data collection was fun and the transcription is torture. I like these major steps, and I think they need to be marked. After my doctoral exam (what we have instead of comps, more like a proposal defence, but a necessary step before you can begin data collection), a friend and I went for coffee. We had talked about drinking cocktails, but at least it was something. I’ll have to organize something better this time. I’m realizing though, that these steps are important, and should be noticed by the university, or by the supervisor. I wish I had more time to work on my thesis, instead of teaching and coordinating that takes up almost 4 days each week, but I have admit, if I did have unlimited time I would probably procrastinate a whole lot more.
A friend of mine has a PhD in biology from one of the Ivy League schools in the U.S. He works as a freelance medical writer, due to an unfortunate experience where his butterflies died year after year. Eventually he completed the PhD and learned something that no one else knows about the butterflies’ reproductive cycle, but the disappointment, and having to begin the experiment again year after year, turned him off research so much that he never published his results.
My thesis project involves following children from childcare to school, well, not the children really, just their parents and educators. I was so scared, from the beginning, that once they started school the teachers wouldn’t want to participate…I spent all summer stressing, because the class lists are not confirmed until August and sometimes September. And then they all accepted! All of them! Even though four out of seven children changed schools, and school boards, over the summer (they moved or the parents changed their minds about the school they wanted to send them to), and I had to contact the schools and deal with school board ethics very last minute. Some even told me they couldn’t possibly say no because they didn’t think it would be fair to me, as I needed them to finish. I worried about the ethics of them participating to be nice, for about a second. I think people appreciate the chance to talk about their lives – professional or personal. I assume this because none of the parents dropped out either, and two of them even offered to do more – have me talk to her son, or keep a journal for me. I am excited about what they are saying too, and how much the experiences vary.
One of the principals did call back after the teacher had agreed to meet with me, and requested that I wait for school board approval before proceeding, but the good news is, I don’t have to start again! I will be done with my data collection this January. I am so relieved.
Transcribing, on the other hand, is taking way longer than I wish it would – mostly because it is boring work. The data are fascinating, and I wanted to do it myself because I read somewhere that transcribing is the first step of analysis. I don’t regret my decision, but I am almost finished transcribing round 2. I have already conducted round 3. I want to finish the first draft of my thesis around the same time as my funding runs out (next May), but I am not sure that is going to happen, because I work as a research coordinator 3 days a week, which leaves me only 2 days a week to work on the thesis (this is assuming I am not desperate enough to work nights and weekends, you never know what will happen).
I am starting to think about applying for jobs and postdocs, and taking on more volunteer work – I am on the organizing committee for the Canadian Association for Research in Early Childhood’s annual conference, and I also agreed to be an administrator of their Facebook page. I live in denial, so I am pretending that I will be able to handle all of this, and still finish in time. Only time will tell…
- Picking wild berries while hiking in the forest
- Swimming in cold lakes in the hot sun (especially with loons)
- Having a baby fall asleep in my arms
- Checking things off of my to do list
- Seeing my name in print (especially as an author :))
- Meeting people whose work I have cited
- Finding out my work has been cited
- Fresh lemonade
- Wandering around the city on a hot summer night
- Watching fireworks from my balcony (I don’t actually like fireworks, I just love the fact that I can see them from my balcony)
- That feeling of accomplishment after running 10k or more
- Feeling the speed of an airplane just before take-off
- The smell of freshly ground espresso
I’m doing narrative research, which involves understanding knowledge as how humans make sense of the world through narrative, through stories. I am analyzing, well ok, I am still transcribing, but I will be analyzing my data, looking at what and how my participants, or narrators, tell their experiences, and also how metanarratives and counternarratives shape their stories, and how the narrators draw upon these to relate both their experiences and themselves.
In thinking about narratives, I have realized that there are certain stories I tell, over and over again, about the process of doing a PhD. First of all, I tell the story of how I decided to return to school and enrol in the PhD because I wanted to spend my days in cafés, because I was tired of working 9 to 5, because I wanted time to volunteer at my children’s school. In telling this story I construct the PhD experience as liberating, and myself as living very much in the present. I also minimize the very intense intellectual commitment and hard work involved. The story has evolved, and now I say that I want to get a job as a professor eventually, because it will allow me to travel. While the story is “true” to some extent, it also masks my very real desire to teach and do research, to collaborate and learn, and I am pretty sure that behind both those narratives there is an attempt to conceal my own ambition and geekiness.
The other story I tell is that I work so much, and have so many responsibilities, that I have no time to procrastinate and am so very motivated when I finally have a day to work on my thesis. That has been the case most of the time, but there are days, like today, when I have tasks I find boring to do, like listen to recordings and verify that my transcriptions are accurate, and I do all the laundry in the house and clean the refrigerator instead of doing the work I need to do… This doesn’t make the motivated self narrative less true, it just exposes my own incoherence and contradictions. Now back to work! or should I go for a run?
Congratulations, your chapter has been accepted, and we need you to rewrite it in the next two weeks…
I’m the new co-president of the Canadian Committee of Graduate Students in Education. I am excited, even though I was elected only because nobody else wanted the job. I can’t imagine why…
I’m teaching the same course I taught last term, but in English this time – which means I need to translate all the documents and find new videos and resources. I have a chapter and a couple of articles to rewrite (well maybe three…), not to mention those transcriptions to complete, the next round of interviews to schedule and conduct, and all the tasks required of my research coordinator job. The next month or two are going to be insane, I think. I was also accepted to present at two conferences (Greece and Hawaii!!!), but at least I have a few months before I need to start stressing about those. It doesn’t really help that the end of the school year brings all kinds of commitments related to my children – why did I volunteer to go on the grade 5/6 camping trip again?
But it’s summer, and I’ve been doing yoga at the park, trying to believe that everything that needs to happen will happen, enjoying the sunshine and the storms.