Tag: doctorate

  • I Made the Mistakes on My Doctoral Journey So You Don’t Have To

    I Made the Mistakes on My Doctoral Journey So You Don’t Have To

    Videography by John Lore of John Lore Photo & Video

    I earned my Ph.D. nine years after I started my coursework. I had many pitfalls and drama. Some of the drama was of my own creation, and most of it was avoidable. My journey took much longer than I anticipated and way longer than I wanted.

    I learned a lot from my experience, though. One of the most important lessons was that, by and large, academia and doctoral programs are not built for Black women. I didn’t see much representation of other women who looked like me, and I felt very alone, despite having a professor in a different department who eventually became a member of my committee. She really helped see me through, but because of the systemic differential in our power dynamic, I didn’t feel comfortable sharing my full self with her.

    I needed someone who operated outside of the academic system who also had firsthand knowledge of the system. I needed someone outside of my institution who could see things differently than I did. I needed someone who had been in my position and understood the journey. I needed someone who could help me get and stay on track and hold me accountable to my goals. I needed a partner who I could trust with myself and my work. In short, I needed a coach.

    So I became what I needed, and now I do this work for Black women in doctoral programs.

    If this resonates, post “I hear you!” in the comments.

    And for a sneak peak into the transformational work I do with clients, check out 10 Strategies for Navigating Your Doctoral Journey + Coaching Workbook.

  • Duolingo to Doctoral Journey

    Duolingo to Doctoral Journey

    My aunt and I were discussing our Duolingo progress the other day. She is studying Spanish, and I’m studying German, and neither of us is anywhere near fluency, despite impressively long daily streaks.

    I like Duolingo for what it is. It’s a fun social app that challenges me to learn a new language. I’m not expecting to gain fluency from it. I’m expecting to learn a little German. To gain fluency, I would need to spend time working on German with other people, especially people fluent in German.

    And if I had my druthers, I’d sit and talk with Dr. Georgiana Rose Simpson, the first Black woman to earn a Ph.D. in the US. She earned her doctorate in German in 1921 from the University of Chicago, at the age of 55. Fifty-five! She is proof you are not too old to follow your dreams. I won’t dive into her fascinating story today, but I encourage you to check it out here.

    What I will dive into is contemplating how difficult it had to have been for Dr. Simpson. Earning a doctorate is difficult under the best of circumstances. Earning one during the Jim Crow era had to have been unspeakably challenging. Yet she persevered.

    I wonder who supported her on her doctoral journey. I wonder what strategies she used. I wonder who she cried with when the road seemed impossible. I wonder what wellsprings of strength existed inside of her.

    And I wonder what it was like for her to be one of the first Black women on this doctoral journey. Two other Black women also earned Ph.D.’s in 1921–Dr. Sadie T. M. Alexander (the first National President of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc.) in Economics from the University of Pennsylvania and Dr. Eva B. Dykes (another member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc.) in English from Radcliffe College. All three women graduated in June 1921, within days of each other

    I know what my doctoral journey was like. I felt alone and in the dark about many things. I earned my Ph.D. in English in 2009, 88 years after the first trio of Black women to do so, but I wonder if they felt much like I did. I wonder if they had anyone to talk to who really understood what they were going through. I think we too often travel this journey alone when we don’t have to.

    So if you are a Sistah on the Doctoral Journey, please know that you don’t have to travel alone. I’m here to support you and bear witness to all that this journey is for you.

    And I’m here to offer a little help. I’ve been helping people on their doctoral journeys for years, and I’ve created a workbook of strategies and coaching questions to help you navigate your own journey.

    Please click to purchase 10 Strategies for Navigating Your Doctoral Journey + Coaching Workbook. And leave a comment to share how the stories of these Black doctoral pioneers resonate with you.

    Onward.

  • Tune in for an Interview with Roshaunda (that’s me!)

    Tune in for an Interview with Roshaunda (that’s me!)

    I am going to be featured on Conversations in the Nic of Time radio show in an interview with Nicci Roach. I’ll be discussing writing, offering some writing tips, and talking about coaching women working on their doctorates. I’ll also drop a few tidbits about myself you may not have known. 🙂

    The audio from the interview will air on the radio, KSTL Jubilee 690 AM on Tuesday, January 26th at 1:00pm CST. To hear the show, tune into KSTL 690 AM (East St. Louis and St. Louis), jubilee690.com or via the Simple Radio App (type in KSTL Jubilee 690 in the search bar). Visit the YouTube channel to view the video recording (same date and time or on-demand).

    Please tune in and spread the word!

  • Reduce Stress Through Reading and Journaling

    Reduce Stress Through Reading and Journaling

    Studying for my doctoral comprehensive exams was beastly. I don’t recall how many books I had to have mastered, but it neared 100 – a collection of primary, secondary, theoretical, and other texts. Directing my comps study was a professor whose literary interests aligned with mine, actually the only person in the department with significant overlap in our areas of study. He guided my book selection and preparation, and I thought I could be honest with him.

    I thought wrong.

    I had three comprehensive exams: a foreign language proficiency exam, which I recall; a written exam, which I seem to have blocked from my memory; and an oral exam, whose horrors sometimes haunt me. Prior to my oral exam, I told my director my areas of challenge, hoping he could impart some wisdom to propel me forward. In his defense, he probably did, but I don’t recall. I remember the experiences of the oral exam, however.

    It began well enough. The panel of professors asked questions about the books on my list and the field generally, and I answered them. One professor asked why I wanted to study 19th Century American literature as opposed to British literature. I told her because I enjoyed it and I didn’t particularly enjoy British literature. She pressed. I didn’t have a proper answer, so I talked a bit about how I could relate to the experiences in American literature more. I may or may not have said something along the lines of “Some people like chocolate; some don’t. There’s no accounting for taste.”

    After limping over the hurdle of taste, instead of regaining ground, I got run over by busses hurtling toward me at ferocious speeds, with my comps director sitting maniacally at the wheel. He asked questions about every area of challenge I had disclosed to him. Every single one – like he had studied a list of my shortcomings to publicly flagellate me with them at the earliest opportunity. In hindsight, I recognize this maneuver exposed me to the gaps in my understanding of the field, and believe me, I rectified those gaps. At the time, however, it just turned a stressful situation even more so. Despite the difficulties, the panel decided I had displayed sufficient knowledge to pass. I relaxed my tensed shoulders, thanked everyone, and prepared to leave. Then my director delivered the coup de grâce.

    He stood and offered a speech about how comps directors normally chair their students’ dissertations, but that he refused to do so and would not work with me again. I did not understand why, but by the time he finished his speech, I didn’t care. I definitely responded with something along the lines of “What a relief. I didn’t care for working with you either.”

    I thought my stress would end with the completion of my comps, but it became more pronounced. I needed someone to chair my dissertation, but no one in the department shared my literary interests; moreover, no one wanted to work with me. I drifted in doctoral limbo for the next several years with no direction on how to move forward to complete my degree, growing more stressed and more detached from the department with each passing semester. I turned to my old friends reading and journaling, who had pulled me out of previous quagmires.

    Reading reduces stress. Losing yourself in the pages of a book and focusing on the characters’ problems rather than your own is relaxing. It simultaneously helps you practice gratitude as you connect with and examine what is happening in the book and subconsciously compare that to your own life circumstances.

    Journaling also reduces stress. Writing about your emotions helps you to address them, which helps you to see negative feelings in context (rather than out of proportion). It also helps you focus on what you’re grateful for, which improves well-being by helping you see what resources, support, and joy you have in your life.

    As you read, you connect with and examine the action taking place in the story and the interior world of the characters. This external analysis hones your ability to clarify your own thoughts and feelings. Similarly, journaling is a great tool for investigating and reflecting. Writing without judgment and without censoring, journaling allows you to access and entertain ideas and emotions you normally hide, even from yourself. When you journal regularly, your brain skips the preliminaries and takes you right to the meat of what’s going on inside you.

    Both reading and journaling also help you sleep better. As part of a nighttime ritual, these acts can signal your body it’s time to wind down and relax. Having screen-free time before bed improves sleep, and curling up with a physical book or journal is a great way to accomplish this. Journaling before bed helps you move your worries from your brain onto paper, which reduces the mental noise that may keep you up at night.

    In addition to my pleasure reading and journaling, I read my bible and kept a devotional journal. The spiritual reading and writing centered me, encouraged me, and strengthened me to stay on my path.

    Completing my doctorate took more years than it should have, but I probably would have given up if not for reading and journaling helping me to stave off the stress. Unfortunately, I didn’t recognize reading and journaling as self care and didn’t associate them with my stress reduction and eventual success. I abandoned my habit of reading and journaling daily when life got better. Now, however, I recognize both practices as vital to my well-being and engage in them proactively to lead my optimal life. If I can, so can you.


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    I am doing a 31-day series on reading and journaling as self care for educators. Each day of the series has bonus journal prompts. Click to join the LELA House family of educators committed to nourishing their reading, writing, and creative souls. You’ll receive a link to the journal prompts and gain early access to upcoming LELA House ideas, courses, and products. You only need to subscribe once. I will add a new worksheet each day to the access link.

    Roshaunda D. Cade, Ph.D. is an educator, writer, and creator.  She lives in St. Louis, MO with her husband and teenage children and enjoys reading, writing, dancing, and pushing her creative boundaries.  You can follow her at roshaundacade.com, lela-house.com, and on Teachable, Medium, Youtube, Pinterest, and Instagram