Networking in Academia
I am currently at the 24th annual conference of the Society for Industrial and Organizational Psychologists (SIOP). I think most non-academics think of conferences as something like a roving wedding or auto show, but...
Leadership in the Classroom
I’ve been following a recent exchange over at RYS. For those of you that don’t know, RYS is a sort of sounding board for disgruntled academics, created in partial response to ratemyprofessors.com, referred to...
30,859 Pieces of Hell
The goal of my dissertation is to identify underlying differences between traditional and web-based training programs. To do this, I went back through hundreds of published and unpublished articles, dissertations, and assorted scholarly sources...
Chased into a Parking Garage
Deniz, one of the members of my dissertation committee, chased me into a parking garage next to the airport. If caught, I was done for – so I ran. I found a set of...
Am I a Real Person?
My wife half-jokes that the end of graduate school is when we become “real people.” I suppose this is a feeling that many people actually get at the end of college – walking out...
My Lab and My Dreams
I am actually excited about a room. A room. Not because I necessarily love the space, but because I love what it represents – a place of my own to conduct the research I want to conduct. It represents independence. It represents responsibility to a greater good. It is an affirmation from the powers on high that I – after 21 years of education – am finally being given the keys to the research Nova with the expectation that I will not drive it off a cliff.