Posted in This is me

Life is Changing

We are ramping up to one of my least favorite times. I absolutely hate election season. I didn’t use to hate it. I used to be fascinated by it. I liked to hear how people thought they could fix the city, state, and country. I liked hearing the plans they had. I even enjoyed listening to some of the debating that happened. But, life is changing. This is no longer a time that I look forward to because it brings new ideas and fresh perspectives. It is now a time marked by hate ads, ugly words, and broken friendships. It is a time where the fresh perspectives and new ideas have been replaced by criticism, lies, and mean girl sayings that would make Regina George look like a saint.

I grew up being told that there were just certain things we didn’t talk about in public – politics, religion, and other people. Why did that change? Why is there no civil discourse? Why am I getting attack ads in the mail every single day? I listen to a lot of people talk and I keep hearing the same things over and over. If we are all tired of it, then why are we tolerating it? Why are we okay with consuming it? I stop at the trash bin outside the house everyday and throw the ads away before I even make it inside with them. I don’t want that junk in my house or in my life. Life is changing, and I’m not sure I like it.

Today, we take B to football camp with his team. He will be gone for 4 days. I’m excited for him. This will be a good time for them, although it is a tough time with lots of work. Yesterday, we took him back to school shopping. We are headed into his junior year. When I pick him up from camp, he will be less than 2 weeks from driving on his own. The days are winding down where he needs me to get him places. The days are winding down where he needs me on a daily basis. I’m excited for his junior year. I’m excited to see the hard work the team has been putting in all summer pay off on the field. I’m sad to acknowledge that the time is growing short before he will be off on his own. I look at him and don’t see the little boy that I used to see. Life is changing, and I’m not sure I like it.

A is getting ready to turn 21 and start her senior year in college. She works practically full time and has her future set in her mind. She doesn’t really need us, and that is good. She’s doing what she needs to do. It is still a little weird to think that she will be moving on with her own life. Pretty soon, she won’t look to us for advice or things that she needs, she will be doing it all on her own. I’m excited for her, but… Life is changing, and I’m not sure I like it.

I’m ramping up to head back to work (in the office, I’ve been working from home most of the summer). We will welcome in a new crop of freshmen, transfer students, and graduate students. I will have a whole new group of job-embedded students. I’m handing over a couple of my classes for the first time. I’m excited, but also nervous. I absolutely trust the people I am handing them to, but I have this control issue that is hard to let go of. David will be back to working every day, we will have football at night and on the weekends, A will be working and in school, B will be driving, I’ll be back to teaching in person a full load (but with one less night class). I worry about keeping up some of the habits that I have put into my life that have made it better this summer. I will miss the boat days and being able to work surrounded by the dogs and the cat. Life is changing, and I’m not sure that I like it.

You know what, life is changing. Although there are some aspects that I may not like, there are others that I am looking forward to. In the end, it will all happen the way it is supposed to happen. The election will eventually end and maybe people will get back to being civilized. Whether I like it or not, I can’t change it. I can just live the way that I feel like we should be living. Not allowing the junk into my life, ignoring the hate and the ugliness, and trying to make the best decisions I can make. B is going to be driving. I will worry, but I am also really proud of the human he is becoming. If he doesn’t grow up, I will never see what he becomes, so there is good in that. I want to see who he ends up being. The same thing with A. I can’t wait to see her accomplishing her dreams as a lawyer. She’s had a ton of growth in the past year. It is so worth it to watch them grow up.

While it is hard to think about a new semester without some of the students that I had previously because they graduated, the beauty of teaching is that I always get new students to pour into and love on and I get to watch them become who they are meant to be. The changes that are coming for David and I will be beautiful and peaceful as we move towards that empty nest and having time to just be the 2 of us. Football will slow down, track will start and end, and it will be summer once again. B won’t need me to get to practice anymore, but that also means he is gaining independence. Life is changing, and I’m choosing to embrace it. I may not like everything that is happening, but the end result will be amazing. I am sure of that.

Posted in Academia

Dear Mr. Epstein…

I normally write this blog about things that aren’t super controversial, but come from my heart. Today’s blog also comes from my heart, but it may be a touch more controversial than my normal writing. Last night, shortly before bed, I was scrolling through Twitter and came across an opinion piece published during in the Wall Street Journal and written by a Mr. Joseph Epstein about the use of the honorific Dr. by Dr. Jill Biden.

By the time I finished reading the article, I was angry. It isn’t uncommon for me to become angry reading things that are linked on social media, but it is highly unusual for me to still be angry this long after I read it. I have seen multiple responses to Mr. Epstein today written by colleagues in academia, as well as those with other doctoral degrees. I have finally decided I need to respond so I can quit thinking about the article. I promise to return to regular blogging before next week.

Dear Mr. Epstein,
Your opinion piece in the Wall Street Journal concerning the use of the honorific earned by Dr. Jill Biden seems to be best described as ramblings of someone who just likes to be heard. I noticed, after doing some research into your background, that you earned a BA from the University of Chicago. Congratulations on earning your degree. Congratulations also on your award of the National Humanities Medal and your multiple appointments as editor, writer, and lecturer. Congratulations also on your awards of the Ribalow Prize and the Heartland Prize. And, while I am at it, thank you for your service to this country in the US Army. I would congratulate you on the award that you were given of the honorary doctorate but, as you said in your article, you did nothing to achieve that.
I was slightly confused when reading your OpEd as to whether you were intending to be snarky or if you really have a problem with Dr. Jill Biden. You see, it seems like your problem is not only with her, but also with the whole of education in general. You basically claimed that the only doctors are medical doctors. I do wonder if all the medical doctors know they aren’t to be called doctor unless they deliver a baby, though. To that aspect of your article, I do wonder what implications that has to those who have a PhD in Nursing. Do they get to be called Doctor, or is that reserved for only MDs who delivered a baby?
You also seem to be of the thought that those of us with that lowly Ed.D. Degree would be so foolish as to answer that we are a doctor when the flight attendant asks if there is a doctor on board. I can promise you that we know very well that our Ed.D. does not qualify us to perform in flight surgery. In fact, most of us would run the other way if that was what we were being asked to do at any point. No, we realize what our role is, but I question whether you actually realize what those of us with Doctorate of Education actually are trying to accomplish.
I have one of those Ed.D. Degrees, and let me just tell you from a personal perspective why I got that degree. Believe it or not, it was not so I could be mistaken for a medical doctor. In fact, it had everything to do with being a better educator. I wanted to teach in higher education, as a full fledged faculty member. I do realize you have also worked a stint at a university as a lecturer with a BA, but that was not my goal. I didn’t want to be a guest lecturer, I wanted to be full time faculty. That requires a terminal degree. There are 2 options for terminal degrees in the field of Education, the Ed.D. & the Ph.D. I chose the Ed.D. In my case, my dissertation was on the ways that CTE teachers are indoctrinated into the field of education. Dr. Biden’s dissertation was on retention in community colleges. I realize that with your “extensive” experience and research you have deemed community colleges as ridiculous and unnecessary. In fact, your implication was that community colleges aren’t worth worrying about. I do sincerely hope that you aren’t in need of assistance by one of the MDs that started in the community college system or one of the lawyers that began their study of law in an intro to law course at a community college.
I am certain that you thought through the implications you made about the erosion of the Ph.D. & how that would affect your own credentials. It does seem, in fact, that Northwestern no longer even wants to claim you as having been a lecturer, so you may wish to strike that from your resume. It seems your very desire is to knock the field of higher education, while at the same time profiting from it. I’m certain you were paid at Northwestern, and I imagine you were paid by Phi Beta Kappa. Perhaps you could find it in your heart to donate the money made from those endeavors to someplace that provides counseling for those students who are broken from defending their Ph.D.s.
That brings me to my last point about your article. Not every doctoral student is brought to tears in the defense of the dissertation. There are definitely some that have had this experience, but that does not mean they were more or less prepared to defend than anyone else, and it certainly is not a reflection of the coursework the completed to get to that point. I had a supportive dissertation committee with a chair that called me once a week to remind me to breathe. I happened to be raising 2 kids, teaching, and supporting my deployed husband as I wrote my dissertation so that reminder was what I needed for my mental health. I wish you had experienced something like that in your education. Amazingly enough, I still managed to write a dissertation that mattered, although I am certain that you would disagree. If you are so inclined, you can find my dissertation at: https://www.cn.edu/libraries/tiny_mce/tiny_mce/plugins/filemanager/files/Dissertations/Ronda_Blevins.pdf
In closing, I realize that you have achieved what you wanted by writing your OpEd in getting people to say your name. I would even bet that people have bought your books because of this. However, I am left with just 2 questions for you.
1. Would you have written this same piece if Dr. Biden’s doctorate was in something other than Education?
2. Would you have written this same piece if Dr. Biden was male?

Feel free to think hard about those questions. While you are thinking I have one more:
Where would you like those of us who have the useless degrees to work since we are obviously not worthy of working in academia and who would you like to teach in the many institutions of higher education to replace us?

By the way, Mr. Epstein, I don’t fault you for your opinion. Everyone gets to have one of those. Yours just happens to come across as misogynistic and elitist at best, out of touch and jealous at worst.

Very Respectfully,
Dr. Ronda M. Blevins

Posted in Academic Advising, This is me

In the Thick of It …

So, my job is titled Graduate Advising Coordinator.  When people ask what I do, it is always a little hard to really put it into words, but I decided today, while I am in the thick of it, I would give you a glimpse into what my days entail.

It seems like there are different seasons to my job every semester.  Right now is the beginning of advising season.  That means that for  the next 6 weeks, I will spend all day everyday meeting with our graduate students and doing their advising sessions.  These happen over the phone, online, in my office, and through email, so I am pretty much at my desk for everything but meetings for 6 weeks.  I am in charge of advising for 10 different graduate education programs and have around 650 actively enrolled advisees.  I also work with the readmission process for those that took a break in the midst of their program, advise and register the new students that are being accepted, and spend a good chunk of time helping with our processes and tracking things.  That seems like a lot of really boring desk work to most people (me included) and that is why I say it is so hard to put into words what I do everyday.

The conversations that I get to have with our graduate students are inspiring.  Sometimes my job is to be their shoulder to cry on.  Sometimes it is to be the one to tell them to get focused and get it done.  I get the privilege of sharing in their successes and being a confidant for many when life is hard.  That doesn’t really fit well in a job description.  Since most of my students are online students, I don’t get that many that come in my office on a daily basis.  Kinda seems like it would be lonely, doesn’t it?  Luckily that void is filled with undergraduate students that need a place to hang out or unload about what is going on in their life.

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I’ll let you in on a secret … the thing that I loved most about teaching were the relationships I made with my students and helping them more than they thought they were capable of becoming.  Fortunately for me, that is now what I do all day every day.  I’m not a counselor, just a shoulder to cry on.  I’m not their mom, but I will share my life experiences with them.  I’m not the one with all the answers, but I will help you figure out some possibilities.

A lot of people would look at my job from the outside and say that I spend all my time with spreadsheets and emails.  I prefer to look at it from this side and realize that I really spend my time with people.  People that may share some of the same characteristics, but who are unique individuals that are working towards a goal.  It isn’t a job that you will hear much about, and it isn’t a job that you hear children say they want to be when they grow up, but it is my job and I am thankful for it.

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Sometimes it isn’t easy to take the time to do something for someone else.  It isn’t that we don’t want to help others, but we are busy.  There are a million things on our plates, the stress level is high, the caffeine level is low (this can’t just be a thing that happens to me), the patience is worn thin, we are tired, we don’t feel good, we just want to be left alone, or we just aren’t in the mood.  Remember, showing that you care doesn’t take a long time.  Sometimes it can just be a simple email or text of encouragement.

How will you make a difference today?