Setting goals

I have changed my topic once again...



I've gone from a treatment for anxiety in children, to public speaking anxiety, to selective mutism, to separation anxiety. I think I've found the topic for me. Not only can I research "anxiety" which has always been of interest to me, but I can work with little children (which can be challenging, but fun too)...And they have no choice but to participate in my research because their mommy said so.



As I stated in the last post, the summer is upon me. Tomorrow is my birthday, a milestone; I turn 25. I'm no longer in my early twenties, but not yet in my late twenties. Its a strage feeling, but nonetheless, I'm taking this week to celebrate and have a good time. Starting Monday, I will tackle the task of writing my Chapter 1. I aim to have it, along with a large chunk (if not all) of my Chapter 2 completed by the end of July. I recently found out that I will not only be going to Israel on Birthright, but will be staying with a good friend in Tel Aviv for an extra 3 days. This is my motivation.



Being that I aim to write [at least 50 pages] in the next 2 (slightly less) months, I may neglect the blog for a while. So to all/any of my followers, I'll try and keep you posted. For those who don't have dissertations to write, enjoy your summers.

The summer wind...

Since my last post, a number of things have happened; two of them being heat and sun. This week, finally, the weather has been beautiful, 70s-80s and sunny. This weekend is Memorial Day, which normally means beach by day, barbeques, and going out at night. This year, however, it may be somewhat different. Living two blocks away from the beach, I find it especially hard to resist the urge to put off my work and go to the beach. Up until now, I've been able to stay focused, but I fear that disinhibition will get the best of me. I need to keep my eyes on the prize and hopefully by next year, at this time, I will be preparing for an internship, and will have most of this dissertation complete. (And I will be able to enjoy the beach...)

Me-search proposal?

After 2 months of work and interspersed periods of procrastination, it has finally arrived. It is the night before my dissertation proposal presentation. We are warned from day 1 to do research, not "me-search", but am I doing the latter? Since the inception of the idea for my dissertation, I didn't think that I could meet the criteria to be one of my own participants. But now that the presentation is within the next 24 hours, I find my anxiety sky-high; fingernail biting, sweating, worry and rumination. I must remind myself that the purpose of this presentation is to be provided with constructive criticism and not to get completely bashed. Stay tuned for another blog following the presentation.

In regards to my previous post, "Crash!", I have a new car coming on Tuesday, pictures to come soon.

Anxiety is coming to a head as the date of my first dissertation proposal presentation approaches. Now that I have 2 weekends left to work, it's getting a little hairy. I still have a daunting stack of articles that stare at me every night when I get home from an exhausting day. The file entitled "Dissertation Annotated Biblio.docx" stays open on my laptop indefinitely. It's time to crack down and schedule out blocks of time in advance for the week. I need to get more work done at a quicker pace than I've been working. We'll see how it works for me by next week.

CRASH!

Today was the first softball game of the 2009 Spring season at Hofstra. At 11AM about 10-11 students, professor, administration gathered on the grass to do one of the most enjoyable simple pleasures known to man; have a catch. After 2.5 years of constant work, which has become even more intense as of late, this was one of the most enjoyable few hours I've had in a long time. Regarding the game, we lost terribly, but had fun doing it.

After leaving campus, I got into the worst car accident I've ever been in. It was quite surreal and still can't believe I was in it. Thank G-d I have no injuries and I was able to walk away from it. I also thank G-d for my family and incredible friends who were there within minutes. I think the hardest part was not the incredible guilt that I felt and anger toward myself for putting myself in a situation like that, but to see my car being put on a tow truck.

I remembered the first day my dad brought her home. It was my junior year of high school and I just got my learner's permit. He gave me the keys and I sat in it for 20 minutes. I imagined getting my license, and driving it everywhere; and I did exactly that. During high school and my first two years of college, it was my father's and I borrowed it to go out with friends on so many great nights. At the end of the summer of 2004, my dad gave me the keys and when I packed her up and drove back to Binghamton for the year, it was an amazing feeling. Thinking back, I remember driving her while laughing, crying, being angry, during some of the best times of my life, as well as some of the most unhappy. I took great pride in my car. Even before she was "mine" I would wash her by hand, wax her (2 coats), clean every inch of her just because I thought she deserved to look her best. I always said, she's only a 4 cylinder, but she's got the heart of a 6. I replaced speakers, a radio, bumper when it got bruised badly, lights, tires, hood, and other parts to make her like new again. I could tell the sound of my car from others of the same make and model. I knew how she felt and how she drove. I could change the radio station or heat setting without looking. I knew her like the back of my own hand.

To see the car that's been through so much with me so damaged because of me, made me feel terrible. I always envisioned selling her, or trading her in a few years down the road. I never envisioned that I'd have to junk her because she was beyond repair. I know it's only a car, but to me she was much more. She really helped me transition out of my teens and into manhood. She taught me responsibility and helped me go so many places and do so many things I would have never been able to do without her.

I'll miss her.

And finally, when I look outside my house and don't see her parked in front, she still manages to teach me something. DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING FOR GRANTED. There are so many small things in life that should be enjoyed and never overlooked. Life isn't about getting where you need to go; it's about enjoying the ride, the scenery, who you travel with, and what gets you there. I'm having a great ride...

Sponsor Quest

How does one find a dissertation sponsor? Must you be aggressive, trying to snatch one up early on? Or does it require patience; formulating your research topic in order to make for a more clear and prepared presentation to potential sponsors, as well as finding a sponsor who will be a perfect fit? Further, what makes a sponsor a “good fit”?

At this point, I do not have a sponsor. I took the latter approach, trying to prepare a cogent [informal] proposal to share with potential sponsors. By doing so, I think that I may have been left in the dust in the race to find a sponsor. I would like to find a sponsor who has extensive knowledge in the field I plan to research. While I understand that my dissertation is just one aspect of their career, I would like for my sponsor-to-be to be able to give my dissertation the attention it needs and deserves throughout the process. Also, I think the doctoral student and dissertation sponsor need to have chemistry, and mesh well together as mentor-mentee, and as peers. While considering all of these points, a few of my sponsor choices were asked by other students and no longer available for other students. Thus, I must be optimistic that I will find a professor who is not only willing, but is enthusiastic about working with me on my dissertation.

Scrap that...Take 2

At this point I think I've made some progress on my quest to complete my Form 2 (and 1). As my previous idea was scrapped, I've now moved to another area for investigation. I will elaborate once I have my sponsor. Until then, lets hope that I don't need to scrap this one.

Things to Say and Do Guaranteed to Spice up Your Dissertation Defense

1. Begin the defense by charging a cover and checking for ID.
2. Charge a two-drink minimum.
3. Begin with "Ladies and Gentlemen, please rise for the singing of our National Anthem."
4. Follow that with a joke that starts with "Which reminds me of a story - A Black guy, a Chinese guy, and a Jew walked into a bar..."
5. Bring coffee and charge 25 cents a cup.
6. "Charge the mound" when a professor beans you with a high fast question.
7. Describe parts of your dissertation using interpretive dance.
8. Lead your committee members in a Wave.
9. Break the tension at appropriate moments with a sing-a-long.
10. Answer tough queries with "You call THAT a question? How'd you ever get to be a professor?"
11. Have bodyguards outside the room to discourage attendance of certain professors.
12. Present your defense using puppets.
13. Before you begin your presentation, sell T-shirts to recoup the cost of copying, binding, etc.
14. In addition, pass a collection basket.
15. Answer complex issues in mime.
16. Use the ocassion to hold a Tupperware party.
17. Have bikini-clad models in charge of changing your overheads.
18. At approximately the mid-point of your defense bring out maracas and shout "Everybody rumba!!"
19. Explain nonsignificant findings with "It would have worked if it weren't for those f*%ing kids."
20. Refuse to answer tough questions "in protest of our government's systematic and brutal opression of minorities."
21. Offer door prizes and conduct a raffle.
22. Ask professors to "Please phrase your question in the form of an answer."
23. Interrupt every 15 minutes with the announcement "And now, a word from our sponsor."
24. Present critical parts of your defense in iambic pentameter.
25. In your announcement, inform your committee that it will be a black tie affair.
26. Hire the Goodyear Blimp to circle the building.
27. Announce to your committee that "There will be a short quiz after my presentation."
28. Bring your pet boa.
29. Bring snacks and start a food fight.
30. Slap your committee chair with a glove and challenge him to a duel.
31. Arrange for a halftime show.
32. Bring a big foam hand that says "I'm #1."
33. Pass out souvenier matchbooks.
34. Hang a pinata over the table and hire a strolling mariachi band.
35. Make each professor remove an item of clothing for each question asked.
36. Use a Greek Chorus to highlight important points.
37. When necessary, say "I'm sorry Professor Smith, I didn't say 'SIMON SAYS any questions?'. You're out."
38. Dress in top hat and tails.
39. Hold a pre-defense pep rally, complete with cheerleaders, pep band, and a bonfire.
40. If you sense that things are not going well, threaten to detonate a small nuclear device in the room.
41. Show slides of your last vacation.
42. Put your overheads on a film strip. Designate a professor to be in charge of turning the strip when the tape recording beeps.
43. If members of the committee begin to argue among themselves announce: "OK, everybody - heads down on the desk until you show me you can behave."
44. When in trouble, begin speaking in tongues.
45. Answer every question with a question.
46. Hand out 3-D glasses.
47. Announce credits at the end. Include a "key grip" and a "best boy."
48. Make a practice of replying, "Sure, I could answer that, but then I'd have to kill you."
49. Ask a friend and conspirator to attend and ask the first question. Draw a blank-loaded gun and "shoot" him. Have him make a great scene of dying. Be sure to include fake blood. Turn to your committee and ask "Other questions?"
50. Wear clown makeup, a clown wig, clown shoes, a clown nose, and nothing else.
51. Install "APPLAUSE" and "LAUGHTER" signs.
52. Use a TelePromTer
53. Alter the clocks in the room and begin your defense 15 minutes before anyone arrives.

Old School...

Almost 18 years ago to the day, I sat in room 240 at the end of the hall in P.S. 272 on Seaview Ave in Canarsie. We were instructed to write if-then statements (not explained to 1st graders using those exact words). However, I find this page from my 1st grade composition book humorous for a few reasons.

1. This assignment seemed relatively difficult to me. I always found it hard to write freely. I did so when it was assigned, but didn't enjoy it. At the age of 6, I had already learned this simple truth.
2. All of the if-then statements I wrote down, I came to learn in the next 18 years of my life through trial and error. If I was so intuitive in 1st grade, why did I have to learn these life lessons experientially; the hard way?
   

On my walk toward my school psychology externship this morning, I found myself reminiscing about mornings watching Conan the Adventurer cartoons, eating Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, and getting dressed in clothes that my mommy picked out for me. While at the time, I didn't always enjoy it, somehow, today, it seemed like something that would've been enjoyable.

P.S.- Happy Birthday Mom...thanks for the continue support.

Topic?

At this early point in the process, I still feel a sense of competition. [Almost] all of us are on the same page; brainstorming, researching, in hopes of finding a topic. Therefore, I'm still not sure whether I should make my "topic" known yet or keep it to myself; like an investor who's got a hot stock tip. For now, I'll leave it at "I neither confirm nor deny that I have a topic for my dissertation."