Ph. Duh

I am the proud owner of two incomplete Ph.D.’s.  I did all the coursework for a Ph.D. in “critical studies in teaching English” at Michigan State and I am ABD (“all but dissertation”) in academic leadership in higher education at Western Michigan University.

There are three segments to most Ph.D. degrees: coursework, comprehensive exams, and the dissertation.  I’m pretty good with the coursework part.  I’m good at reading and discussing ideas in seminar (which comprised most of my coursework) and, although I always put the writing of the paper off until the last minute, I can crank out a pretty good seminar paper in a few days at the end.  They usually end up at 20 pages or so.

I find the reading and discussion that goes on at seminar invigorating.  The only trouble I have is keeping up with the reading.  Not that I can’t do the reading; I can read a novel in a day if I get hooked.  But if the reading gets too tedious, my interest wanes severely, and it is drudge work.  That, and writing the paper at the end.  I torture myself to get it done.

However, the comprehensive exams and dissertation involve more self-directed study, so, big surprise, I floundered.

In academia, the Ph.D. is a rite of passage and a sign of basic competence.  I started the Ph.D. so that I could get a tenure-track teaching job, and it worked: the fact that I had been accepted into the program at MSU was a positive factor during my interview process at Ferris State University.  (I have an MFA, which is supposed to be a terminal degree, although there are many Ph.D. programs in creative writing.)

I couldn’t do the comprehensive exam at MSU, though.  It involved a reading list of about 110 scholarly books and a long weekend of writing.  I couldn’t even get started on the reading list because it seemed impossible: I couldn’t even decide on a notetaking protocol.  So I quit,  just sort of faded from campus.

When I started my second Ph.D., some of the students in my group seemed like they belonged nowhere near graduate school.  They had trouble with basic concepts in the reading and even more trouble expressing themselves clearly.  They had simplistic models of how the world worked, and they often reacted to complexity with resistance and derision.  In fact, I could not believe I was in graduate school with professional adults who considered any slight reference to feminism as “male bashing.” It seemed like  Ph.D. lite, and I even considered the value of continuing past the first semester because the classes seemed so easy.

I continued for three main reasons:  to add “Ph.D.” after my name, to defer student loan payments, and to hopefully land an administrative job with a bigger salary to pay off said student loans.  If the administrative job didn’t turn out, I thought the Ph.D. would help my promotion process in my current job.

It turned out none of those things were enough to make me finish.  As part of some of the classes, we did extensive reflection and self evaluation.  I scored high on creativity and innovation and quite low on practical skills like “follow-through.”  That seemed kind of unbalanced for a career as an administrator.  I also realized my motivation for the whole degree was to run away from problems: defer student loan payments and stop having to grade papers.  And I got promoted without the Ph.D., because of my terminal degree.

In my studies I specialized in faculty development, which means helping faculty become better at what they do.  Being at a teaching institution (as opposed to a research institution), that meant teaching workshops.  I had done many workshops on teaching with technology, and enjoyed that.  However, when I talked about pedagogy I felt like an imposter.  In my teaching, I’ve always been good at coming up with ideas and structuring a course, and not so good at grading papers and getting photocopies done on time, etc. (ahem, follow-through).

Also, doing the workshops was not really the administrative part of faculty development.  The administrative part I experienced involved some significant battling of wills, underhandedness, selling principles short in the name of expediency, all things I despise.

So I got through the coursework and even the comprehensive exam and started on the path to dissertation, but with much lower motivation than when I started.  However, I had a golden opportunity: I had a dissertation topic  handed to me.  I got along with my dissertation chair very well.  She was becoming a strong player in the scholarly community.  She had national data from a grant project that needed additional analysis, and offered it to me as a dissertation topic.  This was timely and important work that would make my name in the field.  Her co-investigator on the research was a pioneer and luminary in the field.  Moreover, since I would be using existing data, I wouldn’t have to do any instrument design or data collection.

Despite some setbacks, then, I was on the fast track to becoming known in the field.  If I could just do the work.

I couldn’t.

I had some initial success at getting the proposal written, but then I got bogged down.  I couldn’t find the time to work on it.  Weeks turned into months.  A few months turned into a year and a half.  The longer I stalled, the harder it was to get anything productive done.  I thought about it all the time, but didn’t get any significant work done beyond the real progress I had made in the first two months.

I had plenty of support, so that was no excuse.  I took a dissertation seminar that my chair led.  When that finished, I sat in on another semester of seminar, which my chair graciously let me attend unofficially.

After awhile, my chair decided to move ahead with the data, and we looked to another topic.  But I saw the writing on the wall and officially abandoned my degree soon after that.

The irony is that some of the people I thought did not belong in graduate school at all had finished.  One woman who I thought would never have the capacity for a dissertation finished it quickly while working full time and while supporting her young son through cancer treatment.

I of course felt humbled and despondent about the experience.  My own idea of what a Ph.D. was changed.  It’s hard to admit to colleagues that I have abandoned at ABD stage and most likely will never finish.  Some of them see me differently now.

Getting a Ph.D. is not purely a measure of intelligence.  I know.  My ACT and GRE scores qualify me for membership in Mensa, which means I measure in the top 2% IQ in the nation.  Some of my fellow students who barely made the cutoff for GRE scores finished their Ph.D.’s in only three or four years.  But, I saw these students develop from workers into scholars, while I seemed to regress.

Indeed, I have felt like I’ve gotten dumber and dumber as the years have progressed.  I graduated from high school as a star student, ready to take on the world.  I performed poorly my first year of college.  I got through a BA and an MFA degree and somehow landed a teaching job at a state university, but have not stood out in any form.  I got award after award in high school, but nothing since.  My writing career has been met with rejection after rejection, which is normal, I’ve heard, but I don’t respond to it well.

Getting a Ph.D. requires intelligence and focus andpersistence, as does success in most fields.  I have no balance among those elements.  Once I latch on to something interesting, my hyperfocus kicks in, and I perform well.  Once something happens to diminish that interest, nothing, not even fear of shame or risk of losing my job or risk of going bankrupt from unpaid student loans, makes me finish it.

I’ve been reading the literature on gifted adults recently and think I fit in that category.  There are the gifted super achievers, who have their own issues, but I fit in the gifted underachiever category.  I had every predictor of success in high school, and have struggled to make my modest career.  My recent experience with cognitive testing has reminded me of the idea I had of myself one time: that I had strong potential and that I would do something important with my life.  My idea of “important” has changed, though.  I do important work in ways that differ from what I once imagined: help out struggling students, give advice to friends, be a good father and husband.

Despite all that I have, though, I have trouble feeling fulfilled, at least professionally.  Writing makes me feel fulfilled in that way.  Being a successful, full-time writer has been the dream I come back to consistently.  It’s not so much seeing my work in print, as the feedback I get.  I had a poem published in a broadside around Big Rapids by The Michigan Poet.  For a few weeks, I had all sorts of people say “Hey, I saw your poem at Pepper’s.  Neat!”  That, to me, is fulfilling.

So is blogging.  The handful of comments and likes have been helpful.  So please, comment.  My vanity will be restored for another day if you do . . .

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9 thoughts on “Ph. Duh

  1. You and I are a lot alike. I want to go back and get my P.HD, but I know myself and I know there are too many distractions for me right now to make it through the dissertation. I am currently working on my BCBA (Board Certified Behavior Anyalst), but even that has probed to be elusive due to the hours of supervision needed to go into the final exam. Coursework is easy for me, but the non-structured stuff is too hard for me to stay focused on. I need someone harping on me to get things done. I need hard deadlines too, just having internal motivation is not enough when there are other things that I have to do. I have a hard time prioritizing what is important and what is not.
    So I am taking a break from academia and trying to figure out what I really want and get other things in my life straight. Hopefully when I get bak to the school I will be more focused and will not let life get in the way.

    • Thanks for your reply!

      I wish I had answers for you. I’ve had students that seem like me, and I don’t know what to tell them. Working directly with other people seems to help. For instance, for my job, I need to be on committees, so I’ve learned to pick committees (as best I can) that require a lot of in-person work vs. on-my-own work. In other words, committees that require I spend a lot of time at meetings working with other people have proven best for me.

      Lots of sources have mention ADHD coaching, but that’s expensive.

      It’s been hard to sort out what I want to do in life and why and who I really am (finding my “thing” in life). I tend historically to mold myself to the moment and work on items that find me. I’ve learned to say no a lot and choose work that I’m going to have the best chance for success. Having friends that are also colleagues to talk to is helpful.

      I hope you find your thing at that it’s fulfilling.

  2. Jon–

    I really like this post. I was actually just saying to myself how I am just not being fulfilled by what I am doing at work. A lapsed academic myself, I am currently a researcher in a government agency. Sometimes, I like the work–there are, or have been, some good projects. But this year (really including last half of 2011) has not been one of those times. My current projects just aren’t challenging, and I find it difficult to stay motivated. A lot of what I am doing isn’t even really “research”, as I understand the term. (E.g., it’s not research if there isn’t a better question than “How do different districts handle x?”) I guess I could push harder to do more of my own work–I publish about an article a year, more or less–but there are so many demands on time–being a dad, being a good spouse, etc.
    I worry, too, about “not living up to my potential”, even though I’m not 100% sure what that means at this point.
    I guess the best I can say is what I tell myself–hang in there. Just as I’ve had good projects before, there will be new challenges. I have been teaching myself (in a very rudimentary fashion) some statistical programming skills. So look for the good as well as the bad.
    One text I used to teach, although it was almost never on-point, was Drucker’s “How to Manage Oneself”. You should take a look. It’s short, for one things. One point Drucker makes, that I have come to believe in, is that it’s very hard to change yourself. Not sure where one goes from there, but it seems about right to me (at this point in life).
    Best,
    Emery

    • VCL in the house!

      Hi Emery! Good to hear from you. Thanks for the comment, and the suggestion. In that vein, I like Peter Senge on “personal mastery” in a book called The Fifth Discipline. If anyone could teach themselves statistical programming, it would be you!

      Fulfillment is a tricky thing, especially for those marked as having “potential” (Mr. Quiz Bowl). In that vein, I like Buddha on everything in the Dhammapada.

      Where did you teach? Academic life is mostly fun, but it has ups and downs. I don’t have to wear a tie at least.

      Having kids definitely complicates the issue of fulfillment. It makes me less selfish (though that probably does come through on this blog).

      • I taught on the TT at CWRU in Cleveland, and I’ve taught on a part-time basis at more schools than is wise–Vanderbilt, Georgetown, GWU, George Mason, Maryland (where my wife teaches now), Illinois in Washington (program not campus). I’ve taught more classes than the typical faculty member probably does in a career, since my answer to “can you teach x?” was “yes” for more years than is wise. My sense, mostly as an outsider, is that academics is fun if you are in the right context; otherwise, it can be as bad as almost any other job. I have known many unhappy profs in my time. Probably not as many unhappy profs as unhappy lawyers, though.

        You don’t seem selfish on the blog, at least not from what I’ve read. Parenting is complicated. I’m glad that I work in a family-friendly environment, and that Frances and I live in a family-friendly neighborhood.

      • Sounds like you’ve been around the academic circuit (or circus). I did the “can you teach x” thing for awhile, when I was an adjunct at FSU and KVCC, and actually ended up teaching an intro to computers course at KVCC a couple of times because it was housed in the humanities department.

        One way I find it easier to function in my job is that I don’t have any “turf.” I don’t have anything that I consider “my” course and I am not attached to a degree program. I define myself more by the processes I use to teach than the content.

        And it’s family-friendly too. In fact I live two blocks from my office.

      • I live 7 blocks from the office and thought I was close! Walking to work and driving maybe once a week is part of the recipe for sanity.

        In my current job, “turf” is tricky, b/c other folks can make a lot of work for me if they talk out of turn . . . but I am not territorial in the abstract . . .

      • I guess my workload is my turf, and I have a union to watch out for that. Walking to work is nice, except when the temperature drops below zero. I had a student today complain about having to walk from our classroom to a meeting in my office, until he saw that I walked too.

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