In graduate school, most of us learn by doing. We learn to write 20 page papers by writing them for nearly every course we take. We learn to present at conferences by presenting in front of small and, well, mostly small crowds at regional conferences, roundtable sessions, and occasionally, a regular session of the ASA. We learn to publish by submitting our manuscripts to journals and awaiting the soul-crushing reviews before revising and submitting again, usually to different journals. If we’re lucky, we coauthor conference presentations and journal submissions with faculty members who have done these things before and can give some context to the pitfalls we experience along the way. But almost nobody coauthors a dissertation. In this, we are on our own.
Writing a dissertation may be a sign that we have come full circle in our graduate program, since we were also on our own when writing 20 page papers in our first graduate semester after countless five page papers as undergrads (somewhere along the way we might lose sympathy for our own students as they struggle to complete five page papers in our own courses, since I’m pretty sure I could write a randomly assigned five page undergraduate paper in the next hour, including relevant references). When we struggled with those initial 20 page papers it was okay, because we were new to graduate school and we were supposed to struggle. The dissertation, on the other hand, is the crowning achievement of our graduate school years. Why, after success in courses, success in presentations, success in publishing, and even success on the job market, does a dissertation have the power to revive old insecurities (Do I really know anything? Will this make the world a better place? Why is this important? What if my conclusions are wrong?)? For some, these questions make the dissertation difficult to begin. Unfortunately, once we do begin we must face the same questions with each new chapter.
After the job market, when I began writing my dissertation in earnest, I was struck by the fact that I had entered uncharted waters. I had followed the job market experiences of friends, but once they had jobs they disappeared into a dissertation netherworld, only to emerge victorious three to six months later. Their process, their daily tactics, and even their products were a mystery to me. In fact, the only written draft of an unfinished dissertation chapter I have ever seen is my own. Even though those who go on the job market ABD are probably faced with a mad scramble to get things done, I think that graduate programs in general would benefit by bringing dissertators out of the netherworld and inviting a more open exchange of information about the writing and editing process. This may even make it easier to figure out where to begin for future generations.
Well, I’m off to the netherworld. Good luuuck!!
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