In
a new research study group, I tried to explain my fledging research
plan. This was to raise awareness of digital exclusion as a new 21st
century discrimination, further disabling those already marginalised and
disempowered.
A mature male student looked (literally) down at me
saying loudly ‘…and your point is?’ I withered. It was a struggle to put
across my ideas and he didn’t seem to get it yet I’d experienced vision
impairment and knew how inaccessible the internet could be. The theory
of accessibility was so far removed from practice I wanted to make
legitimate claims to knowledge in this area. Instead, my inadequate
public explanations seemed to reinforce what I suspected. I wasn’t good
enough for doctoral study. The reality was I simply didn’t have the
language to express myself and he was a dork. I left the group and never
went back.
My new supervisor was an educationalist
with a lot to offer but left within my first year. The next supervisor
had strong political persuasions. I’d decided to research VLEs but
it was suggested I critique their adoption instead. Everything came
back to Marx. Another year passed. The pile of books and papers
increased. It was suggested I use action research, rather than all that
positivist stuff and I dived in head first with Freire’s critical
pedagogy and the principles of PAR. It was a useful and valuable
experience. Then my supervision changed again.
The next supervisor seemed concerned at my lack
of progress so I took a photo of the piles of books and papers on my
floor to prove I was getting on. The Japanese have a word for it.
Tsundoku. It means the books you never get round to reading. The paper
piles were to play a part in my progress but I didn’t know this at the
time.
I’d read so much about research paradigms and ontologies I tied
myself in epistemological knots. I’d written a thesis in note books
twice over but was still bobbing in a sea of information with no
boundaries. It couldn’t carry on but didn’t know how to stop. I had to
read everything. All references were followed in case they provided the
resonance I was looking for. I blew my photocopying budget and ordered
so many journal articles through inter-library loans when I accompanied
new colleagues on a library tour I discovered staff in the back office
all knew my name.
In spite of the literary chaos, I’d managed to collect data. Masses of it. Did I say I had problems with boundaries? Using action research I’d tracked the development of an online course I’d written from inception to a PG Cert in Digital Education. Every word was hoarded from forums, journals, emails and I interviewed all the participants too.
As I drifted off into discussing my masters in gender studies in supervisions (boundaries again!), I realised I was still fluent in critical discourse analysis and slowly some of the pieces began to come together. I wrote a paper on e-teaching which was accepted for ASCILITE. Kindle and suitcase ready, 48 hours before the flight I stepped on a pile of papers on my living room floor. It slid out from under me and my ankle snapped as I hit the ground.
During the weeks of enforced inaction
which followed I read even more and discovered the Action Research
Dissertation by Kathryn Herr and Gary Anderson*. I was struck by the
simplicity of their description of the action researcher’s aim i.e. to
study themselves ‘… in relationship to the program [they’ve]
developed or to fold the action research immediately back into the
program in terms of professional or organisation development …’
(2015:42).
This described my research perfectly. The book was full of
references to texts I already had and guidance I’d already followed. For
the first time I recognised what I was doing as legitimate academic
endeavour. In that moment of resonance the boundaries I’d needed to
confirm and validate my research fell into place.
With hindsight I can see my PhD suffered through lack of personal confidence alongside more experienced supervisors and researchers. This was reinforced by the isolation of the part-time doctoral candidate. I had enthusiasm in buckets but no way of containing it so headed off into irrelevant directions.
Had I come across the Herr and Anderson book at the start I might have found my research position sooner. Had my floor not been covered with so much paper, I might have presented at ASCILITE. Learning curves hide in unexpected places. The lesson was it’s quality not quantity which counts and while still a massive project, a PhD might ultimately be smaller than you think.
*Herr, K. and Anderson, G. L. (2015) The Action Research Dissertation; a guide for students and faculty. Thousand Oaks: Sage.
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