Like many other academic developers, I have often run 
workshops called ‘manage your supervisor’ where I try, in an upbeat 
fashion, to empower students to feel they can take charge of their own 
learning and responsibility for the outcomes. 
I acknowledge in this 
workshop that supervisors are generally busy, time poor creatures who 
might need a bit of managing, especially when it comes to keeping 
appointments, doing important paper work and providing timely feedback 
on drafts.
There are books, papers, articles and phamplets on the theme 
of students managing supervisors, so I guess it is hardly surprising 
that the term crept into my teaching practice too. But now I am questioning it.
As many people have pointed out, supervision / student 
relationships are rarely, if ever, ‘equal’ and if you had to say one 
person had more power than the other, it’s almost certainly the 
supervisor. 
Why then do we burden students with the task of  ‘managing’
 when they are, often, in a position where they are powerless to do so? 
If an academic can’t read a calendar or turn around a draft, no amount 
of nagging is going to make a difference. In fact, the nagging might 
make the whole situation worse, as this week’s post highlights.
This post is really an email, sent to me be a student who was 
responding to a Facebook conversation I started on the theme of 
‘managing’ your supervisor. 
I was surprised at the number of comments 
and emails this conversation provoked and the student kindly let me 
reproduce the letter here in full, unedited. 
Things being what they are 
in my life, it’s taken a LONG time to get this into print, but it’s 
worth it because I think it’s food for thought for all of us in this 
letter and will be interested in any comments you might make.
I’m pretty over being told to manage my supervisors. What I’d like to know, is what were they meant to be doing, and how do I plug the gaps?
Before I started my Phd, I’d read a lot of advice about it being my responsibility
 to manage my supervision, and in my first meeting, I tried to have the 
conversation I would have with any new member of my team about ways of 
working and so on.
Dismal fail
The relationship only went down hill from there. I noticed it 
deteriorating and tried to rescue it. I even flagged in a supervision 
meeting that I wasn’t sure we’d paid enough attention to the relational 
work, and maybe we should do coffee or lunch. My distress was obvious. I was in tears. But one supervisor (I have two) responded that she was busy, and I was getting my time.
That made it a whole lot easier, when the ‘busy one’ decided she wanted to leave my supervision team, and made transparently pathetic administrative excuses
 to do so.
She was replaced with someone, who the department picked, who 
doesn’t really share an interest in either my method or topic, although 
she is generally nice, so that was a step forward.
But 15 months in, I’m still not really sure what the point of supervision is.
 On good days, I think it doesn’t matter. I’m still fascinated by my 
topic, and awed by my research partners. On bad days, I’m alternatively 
sad or mad.
Sad days, I dwell on the lack of support and guidance I feel from 
my supervisors. For example, at my annual review a panel member asked if
 I had gone to a particular conference earlier in the year. The answer 
was no, but the question was a good one. 
It’s exactly the academic 
community my work sits within, but despite one of my supervisors 
participating in the conference, it apparently hadn’t occurred to them to mention it to me, or suggest I go.
Mad days, I have the energy to do something about it. I work on building my own networks
 to get the support and advice I feel I need. And, I take practical 
action to build a community on campus to support research students.
Poetically, this urge to action is what caused the
 original issues with the ‘busy one’, but it will in the end be what 
gets me and others through. A research student community sharing what 
we’ve learned about surviving and thriving through our PhDs.
So what do you think? What is the point of supervision? What 
should happen here that clearly isn’t? Looking forward to hearing your 
views.
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