Terrance (From Living Room): I just sent you something
Dawn (In Bedroom): What? I can't hear you the fan is blowing on me.
Terrance (living room): SENT YOUR SOMETHING IN EMAIL
Dawn (Bedroom): I'm not on email, I'm doing something else
Terrance walks from the living room to the bedroom: "Open your email"
Dawn (In bed, with wet washcloth on head, fan blowing on her): "Does it have to be now - it's too hot."
Terrance: Just open the email.
Dawn: Fine. What is it?
Terrance : Just something I sent you
Dawn: Did you just send me the definition of an ethnography? I KNOW what a freaking ethnography is...
Terrance: But look, if you just read through here and answer these questions, you'll have your methodology answers
Dawn: It is 10 o clock at night and 90 degrees. I do not want to discuss research methodologies with you. And I KNOW what an ethnography is - I am doing something in the social constructionist vein....NOT Ethnography. GET out of here.
Terrance: I'm just trying to help. Did you read it?
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I'm mid-way through my PhD. And this, this is what my also PhDing boyfriend calls the summer of discontent. You see, I too am having methodology woes.
Thanks for the laugh and the perspective.
I'm just starting my dissertation proposal :(
Never have I wanted to succumb to my lazy-assedness more than now.
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