“There are more questions than answers
Pictures in my mind that will not show
There are more questions than answers
And the more I find out the less I know”
(Nash, 1972)
Those of you of a certain age (and/or able to Google those lyrics) will know that they are from a 1970s Johnny Nash single with the name of the first line, and also an eponymously named album track from a 1972 album titled “I Can See Clearly Now”. The verse above is certainly resonating with me at the moment. I have now finished collecting data from both staff and students. That ought to be a significant land mark, but it doesn’t feel like that at the moment, and there are three reasons for this.
The first is because I’m not sure whether or not I’m going to need to “go again” with another cohort of own institution students because the 15/16 cohorts yielded insufficient participants; or to gather data from students at another institution. But that’s fine because I have other institution arrangements in place as a fall-back position for mid-October.
The second is because the reason for the verse from the song above is that I went to a BSA seminar on Subjectivity and Research practice within Qualitative Research at Coventry University earlier this week. It was great. Before I went to the seminar, I had an outline plan about how I was going to deal with reflexivity, and I went along half hoping for a framework. The speakers (Dr Gurnam Singh and Professor Gayle Letherby) were great They were so good, that I left with more questions than answers; and there are now ideas in my head about dealing differently with reflexivity differently to the way in which I had initially planned.
As I drove home after the seminar, the words of another song were whizzing round in my head.
“I don’t know what to feel,
I only know what I’m feelin’.
I don’t know what is real,
Only know my head’s reelin'”
The dodgy homophonal rhyme tells you (almost) all you need to know about that song. Suffice to say that it was punctuated at the end of each line by as much-punk like strumming as you could get out of an acoustic guitar, the body of which was slapped twice at the end of every other line…… My head was reeling in 1976, and it is still reeling now, but for rather different reasons. And I suspect that it will go on reeling until after my thesis is finished, the viva survived and any amendments made.
The third reason that I’m not celebrating the end of a phase of data collection as a milestone is that I am actually appalled at how little I’ve accomplished in the last three weeks. With the advent of the new academic year, the day job has consumed me completely. If there are any of my MA students reading this; don’t do as I do, do as I say! If anyone who is reading this knows me, please take note that I need to be interrogated about and held to account for my progress on a weekly basis! Unless you are my son; in which case, you need to get on with your A-level coursework……..