Aggie Voice
Lessons From my Dog
Alright, I admit it; I am jealous of my dog. Every day, as I leave for work, he eyes me, in that annoying way, waiting for me to leave so he can run upstairs to snooze the day away and mock my life as an overly committed graduate student. Oh, to be a well-loved house pet. But, as I curse him as he sleeps, I do tend to forget that I control much of his life. If he wants to go outside, he has to wait for me to come home, if he wants to go for a W-A-L-K, he has to wait until I ask him, etc.. But to be quite honest, I think there’s a bit we could learn from our furry companions in our attitudes about life and about grad school. Here are some insights I have learned from my dog.
Aggie Voice
Secondary Data Analysis. (Make it every Ph.D. student’s 1st research project)
Experiments are great but what I am starting to fall in love with is the field of secondary data analysis for research in education. As I began my Ph.D. work in education about two years ago, I had this image of a doctoral student with a bag around his shoulder and thick glasses, walking with a purpose in the dark empty hallways of an inner-city school going from class to class making observations, taking notes and pondering the reasons why things are the way they are. This image of a nomad searching for the truth was something of an exaggeration that my brain had developed through limited knowledge of what a doctoral education meant. I was set straight as soon as I set foot on the fourth floor of the Harrington building to go to my new cubicle at the office of Aggie STEM, you spent most of your time in front of a computer doing either data analysis of writing the results of that data analysis. And moreover, that data was not even collected by you.
Aggie Voice
21 & Stuck in the Middle
I spent the past 20 years of my life growing up in Houston, Texas. Recently, my parents sold our house and left the city. I definitely struggled with having to say goodbye to my hometown, and the house that I had grown up in. Sometimes now, I don't really know how to say where I live. I'm caught in the middle of living in a college town but having my roots in a city where I no longer have a house. Selling our house made it clear that I have no choice but to move to the next stage of life, one where I am the adult instead of the child. I don't yet know how to navigate this next phase, or how I will be able to handle all of the upcoming changes, but this I know is true.