Showing posts with label Theses 2B. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Theses 2B. Show all posts

Friday, November 1, 2019

Post-hard truths: Disclaimers

Hard truths:
1) Toowoomba can never be my home.
2) I feel that I have already gotten what I want out of this land.
3) That THIS is starting to feel like a lonely climb of what is left for me to climb.
4) That 10 years from now, people's names and faces will start to fade in the background
5) Once done = more work 2do at UPOU because IOU!

Disclaimers...post-hard truths: (for a lack of a subheading)

1) Toowoomba can never be my home... but it's a space I can call my own. I'm adding Toowoomba to my list of sojourns (the promdi-island kind):

a.  Sitio Kalangitan, Capas, Tarlac.. .......1994
b.  Loob-Bunga, Botolan, Zambales.......1995
c.  Cuyo Is., Palawan..............................1998
d.  Tablas Is., Romblon...........................1999
e.  Brunswick, VIC.................................2001
f.   Agra, India ........................................2011
f.  SJV, Laguna .......................................2014
e.  Toowoomba, QLD.......2017...2018...2019 

Though clearly, the name has nothing to do with an island, but more of a melon or  Woomba woomba = reed in a swamp 


2) I feel that I have already gotten what I want out of this land
...but not yet in terms of food finds and Australian accents.

3) That THIS is starting to feel like a lonely climb of what is left for me to climb
... which I can turn to a happy one. I must look forward to sharing my auto-ethno as a way to connect my story to the 100 and 1 stories I've heard in the PGECR meetings.

4) That 10 years from now, people's names and faces will start to fade in the background
...but if I make it a point to look back and remember at least 10 significant people or less, by writing letters or saying silent prayers in the next 5 years in celebration of my graduation day, then I can at least make the process of fading stretch-span for 2 decades.

5) Once done = more work 2do at UPOU because IOU! 
So let the work run its course, but let me maneuver it in my own terms and within spaces I'd like for it to happen.



Monday, October 28, 2019

Ingress to Egress 2019

I think I'm starting to feel the stress of this thing called PhD.

Signs:
1) Having more sweets
2) Having more coffee
3) Skipping lunch
4) Non-hydrating
5) Cursing my computer screen
6) More cursing and ahaaays
7) Skipping my walk-run-yoga routine
8) Mood-swinging

All because suddenly I'm realizing I only have 4 'paid' months left.
Starting to doubt myself, and with questions popping out my brain in the midst of writing -
what if my quali methods are incorrect > what if silence from my adviser means my work is awful > what if I fail to see the bigger picture > what if there is no significant contribution at all > what if my Endnote entries need to be redone > what if the Uber driver takes me someplace else ...

All of the what if's tried to get in the way while trying to polish 3 chapters in 3 straight days & nights. Have been working until 10-ish PM. But hey, sent it and met my deadline.

Just when I thought there's nothing more to give, I find there's still something else to give. So the writing, reading and thinking goes on and on.

The thing is, I'm out of that honeymoon stage with my PhD.
I'm starting to un-romanticize my Toowoomba sojourn,
ingress turning to egress in a year's time

Hard truths:
1) Toowoomba can never be my home.
2) I feel that I have already gotten what I want out of this land.
3) That THIS is starting to feel like a lonely climb of what is left for me to climb.
4) That 10 years from now, people's names and faces will start to fade in the background
5) Once done = more work 2do at UPOU because IOU!

And so if ALL of these shall pass, what then remains:
> words written and expressed to people who truly matter
> smiles + welcomes + goodbyes
> stories untold in my email draft folder
> home-cooked Chinese meal of cauliflower and tasty broth
> my USQ campus photofile
> E2Y2R2L-FireExit-G422
>SoE Coffee Machine
> Friend St.
> Translink screenshots
> letters, cards and postcards
> Villette & The East of Eden
> Wizard's First Rule
> The Literary Apprentice
> Cafe Valeta by Queen's Park
> daydreams & near death feelings

I feel that this PhD journey is not just about my dissertation = the written product worth my people's money.

This is really about my story of failure and moments of epiphany,
a tale of proving a point all my life as a teacher,
a story of being able to pick myself up,
to finally hug my beloveds and truly deserve them.
Most of all, it's about God's promise fulfilling,
And so in return, THIS promise to pay it forward.



Wednesday, May 8, 2019

'The Power of the Pen'

I've been using 'pens' lately, a lot of 'em, different kinds:
>  a bunch of highlighters to label my codes and could-be themes
> reliable black ballpens for post it notes on my charts
> broad whiteboard markers to label headings on big A5 sheets
> sweet blue ballpens on my decomposition (more of a decompression) notebook and scribble pad

Nice to know that I can still understand my handwriting when for the past months I'm always on my laptop or desktop or on my Huawei doing notes, writing my thoughts, sandwiching a 4500-word paper  and yearbook prod-work in between just by pressing on keys or abusing my mousepad, ergo my right shoulder, elbow and arm.

Soon, I hope to get back to 'letter' writing:
> a long overdue letter to my dad
> a card for my mom and Atel
> comfort postcard for Kat
> letter to Vic

All these penwork bring me back to my Pahinungod days at Tablas Island, Romblon and Cuyo Island, Palawan --lovely letters to Vic and a not so good one to some dude.

Twenty years later, I'm here at Australia. Who would have known, right?

And so, I am hoping these pens will have the power to make me connect the dots in this winding and complex path of data analysis. Quali-R now seems to be 3D puzzle I can't quite hack yet. The prior quali studies I've done were quite flat. Sure, it got me through thick descriptions and some kind of analysis I can't even remember how.

While I sat through a workshop on presentation skills, picked up a few self-help tips to help me look forward to presenting once again perhaps at AAOU or PELS (yeah, go local), an image of 'fear' got me thinking.

That fear is deeply rooted in self-doubt. I've always doubted whether I'm cut out for PhD work. But the fact that I'm still here and blogging away should be enough to assure me that I'm cut out for the work. Hellow, Aleta, got done with CoC and data gathering, what other proof are you searching for.

Then again, I am now able to put into words the very particular fear I have: that is whether my output will be good enough -- an examineable thesis of the USQ kind= having coherence,  complexity, and major contribution to the field. The other C comes from U.P. = that it is cost-effective -- will it be worth the 3.6 million bucks worth of grant in Filipino pesos-es.

The only  assurance I have is this: that all the barriers have been removed -- that there really is no reason for me to fail unless I do it on purpose.

So, I shall press on, make the most of these pens alongside NVivo-ing + focused thinking + focused reading + Chapter 4 writing...and find those words said by S. Peck (1978), “Courage is not the absence of fear; it is the making of action in spite of fear, the moving out against the resistance engendered by fear into the unknown and into the future.”

Me being here working until about 7.30-ish pm lately (and walking home in the cold) is the least thing I could do. Can't use my pen to cast my vote for Otso Diretso. But I'll use all the power I can muster within me to finally write this thesis, get done, graduate and publish in time for the next Philippine presidential election.





Sunday, November 12, 2017

Grrrrrapes!


These grapes are kinda juicy J

So finally I had my first taste of those grapes. I didn’t realize it could be that juicy.

For one, the RedTrain Bootcamp was a bit of a slow start…the usual intros, context, essential agreements…I was hoping to get down to writing at once. I was planning to just pretend to be ‘with’ other participants just to get a chance to meet with a Learning Advisor to finally get that Chapter 3 done. Only because collaboration is nothing new to me. Ive had successes with it. Im seeing my doctoral studies as a chance to finally focus on MY OWN INDIVIDUAL research – since that has always been put aside due to other projects with colleagues and co teachers which  had to be prioritized, fruits of which have actually gotten me here – a clearer research topic to set the direction of future research and life projects for the next & last 10 years of my teaching career.

Then again, perhaps I took the first day a bit for granted.  Within a few hours of Day 2, everything just fell into place – it got the creative juice out of me, but then I know for sure, it’ll get juicier in the days to come.

Looking back, my first few published works were products of collaboration, within my informal research community. Those were attempts to reach out to other fellows because I didn’t trust my initial ideas and own writing. Co-writing those papers then was really a good way for me to get the validation I needed. But also because I actually liked writing about real life experiences as an educator who has made the rounds—from a grade school setting to an informal community based setting, public secondary ed, IBO world school, fully online teacher ed ---back and forth, sideways -- progressive vs traditional schooling,  view from the top and the bottom, etc etc etc. I finally was able to write lots about those through case studies here and there for the sheer joy of decluttering my brain and coming up with something shareable.

This second shot at a fulltime doctoral study project , however, is something bigger than the prior case studies I’ve made. It requires more focus, more skills in data gathering and analysis, a steady resolve to take more risks and to finally find comfort in my own voice. This time around, the accountability becomes greater because it will involve working with other students and teachers beyond my Builders’ School and my  open university. It requires more attention, care and responsibility to make sure trust and respect shall pervade ---pretty much sounds like another marriage….whew!!!

 And so I can only draw inspiration from this RedTrain experience of collaboration…which to me is simply about being naked --- a better sounding word in Filipino is ‘hubad’ or 'lumpiang hubad' (food version) = those yummy Fil-Chinese veggie rolls, unwrapped. Collaboration is like laying down your weapons, taking off your armour…to see each others’ real skin for all its moles, freckles, bumps, wrinkles and colors….because your mates are struggling as you are, and  keeping strong as you are. And in each other, we can only find an ally --- a coach, a cheering squad, an invigilator (of the thesis writing kind) or someone with another pair of eyes trying to make sense of your writing. Collaboration as I’ve shared to willing listeners in my small group, entails seeing each others’ strengths and limitations and having the willingness to engage in the process because of a shared goal to learn and contribute.  In a research writing sense, imagine Petrea and David seeing my naked brain—for all its mess, strangeness, and indecisiveness but they’ve managed to hold on, having a bit more trust in me. I know they are paid to do it, but they really do it pretty well. At my QLD university, I feel that I’m not just a student statistic so I shall continue to rely on Leoni’s words ---that they are here to help.

In between alone time, listening and thinking during Day 1, were worthwhile exchanges with Shirley and Barbara---all coming from our own causes and convictions, and that drive to make something out of those. Barbara was ahead of us and working on 4 journal articles from her dissertation while Shirley and I started just this year. Bonnie and I were working on our proposal, Susan was working on her dissertation writing and a grant proposal.  Imagine the spread in other groups??? And the varied fields we all came from ---agriculture, aviation, physics, education, engineering, economics, IP studies, music --- each having that niche in research (…and we haven’t even gotten around talking about hobbies!)

So, here’s the juice: I’ve got a pack of great feedback, quite honest and reassuring ones from Shirley, Bonnie and Nicole…and of course the more explicit rewording from Susan and Marcus---I practically had no need to see Batman (though I shall demand F2F coach time to learn the how-to's & gain skills in helping my future research advisees). Plus, that instant lift from Barbara and Billy to get my mind off the written word.

I can only feel gratitude: Christine, Marcus, Douglas and Joan (plus all the members of the team)…at the sight of grapes or the taste of grape juice….you shall be remembered.

Monday, October 9, 2017

When the going gets tough, the Underwoods get going!


When the going gets tough…the Underwoods get going.
Id like to say, I do, too, though not in a Claire and Francis manner.
 

It can be tough to really know it in your face!!!
 
Ive been going round in circles  and just when I thought I have moved forward, Im back to the same comments and questions my advisers have raised about my research questions since April to June = Sem 1 at my QLD university.
 
So this is what Ive accomplished so far:
 
      1)      Ive learned a lot about DBR…but had to set it aside for now.

2)      My focus is not the teacher training BUT the exploration of the COI

3)      Im really just aiming to  understand LC through the presences of the COI as a first step

4)      Im relearning how to do a case study research, the right way. I can make use of qualitative and quantitative methods, haha!

5)      That this time around, I am not just about to give up.
 
I need to consciously lay these out to remind myself that yes, I am getting somewhere, and yes I have no other choice but to carry on.
 
In the midst of learning are also points of reaching frustration levels…almost 3 times this Sem 2.

You know that feeling when you’re trying your damn best and yet it feels like your head I banging against the wall. I’m trying to shake the sense out of it but nothing comes out. You know that feeling that instead of thinking deeply, I think in circles trying hit but then I just always keep missing the point of the feedback. It feels like a guessing game –am I getting what my adviser is trying to point out??? Am I finally getting it??? Oh no, I’m not getting it. Or that feeling when things are just about clear, I still see an alternate area and go for it so I end up wasting time because if I don’t cover it that way, I may not be able to zero in on just one. Everything seems to be tentative, fussy or messy.

 
I ask myself: Isn’t this was how it was when I was doing doctoral work at my university in the Philippines.?
 
I beg to say it is NOT similar because this time, after banging my head and going around in circles, and yes, ok with a bit of crying out of self-frustration, I say to myself I can do this and will keep on doing this.

My advisers thankfully have held on…as dutifully and as interestingly as they can. I say interestingly because I am amazed with their professionalism, capability and kindness= the quality of mentoring I need at this time. I know I am doing my best and whether it shall take an interim report or whether I get into an Academic Intervention Strategy to  help me get through this, then I will get through. This is me acknowledging that I need all the help I can get and YES,  I can help myself.

What does university education, the Australian kind mean to me now? It means my flaws are real as can be and I can face up to these. In helping myself, I know that in the future, I will be able to help another fellowman in need.

In the midst of political turmoil, social decay, frustrating leadership in my home country under D'Tardism which I have no control over, all I can do is solve ME so I can solve what there is to be.

…there is no other way, no other time but NOW…and with much prayer, God will help me prevail.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

When the Sandbox Gets Too Dirty….


Time to step out....

Ive spent about 5 months in the sandbox, looking at different tools, some familiar some unfamiliar. The unfamiliar got me a bit excited and nervous.

It’s this thing called Design Based Research. So I got down to reading…more reading, writing and writing, trying to make it fit. I became eager to learn about something new to try. But I still find the territory unfamiliar. Will reading more about it and writing more about it do the thing? Not quite sure.

 While I was trying to make it fit though, I saw that my Chapter 3 is still general mix of sorts – DBR, Mixed Methods and Case Study – it was practically like everything of everything. It only goes to show what Im capable of taking in or understanding…but I need time to step back a bit, reflect and foresee the exact contribution my research will be doing, then work back from there.


I was worried that going for a DBR is too big a risk to go for, but I still managed to understand what it’s about and look forward to the day that I can say to myself Im ready to go for it.

So....the verdict is this: 
I think I may have the skills and the energy to learn DBR  BUT it is not yet the time to go for it as far as this HDR is concerned. 

And this is when I say, time to get out of the sandbox because it is time to set priorities straight, before I  get my brains too mixed up.

That being a wake up call, here are my new goals:

1)    I want to use this time during my  doctoral studies to master data analysis techniques in qualitative research. It is an area which has been purely guesswork from my end.
2)    Then Id like to get into a study where I can have different unique cases.

I still feel positive, not disheartened, given the idea that I will still be working with different cases as a way to determine which among the cases can be a potential school to partner with. And by that time, I will be able to do a DBR. What can be more interesting is if I could finally be able to do a DBR with actual collaborators: research students, public school teachers and student teachers doing practice teaching.

IN OTHER WORDS….

Option A: Go take a risk on DBR – be clear about the intervention and iteration portion
1)    Read a sample DBR Theses. Go back to revise my research questions.
2)    Revise Chapter 3:  remove non essentials, to make it into a solid DBR.
3)    Magnify portion on Intervention and Iteration
4)    Follow suggested structure of a DBR Proposal—based on Herrington et al
5)    Then revise Chapter 3.


        Option B: Simplify your life.
1)    Find time to read more intently on Qualitative research.
2)    Beef up missing portions of your Chapter 3
3)    Go reflect on end contribution and work back.
4)    Review salient points which panel might ask: ex Why COI, constructivist if in case your cases are still in transition or instructivist---hence Im looking into SP and TP intersection= as a means to support transition to constructivist;  Why COI—because frameworks have been used grounded on it but they seem to be missing out the point on looking at intersections and doing it integratively.
5)    Capitalize on what you have accomplished= there are clear research gaps your study would like to address. Go for the Significance once and for all.

Again, you have done things to rule out so that you can rule in what should matter at this time in your HDR study.

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Breathing in....aaaand out. 

Monday, August 21, 2017

What I need to put into words but can only say here.....

...that it has a been quite a roller coaster  journey for me to get here at USQ.

It was  4 years of decluttering my brain of what needs to be shared thru a series of writing (and getting published) on progressive schooling, inquiry learning and dual language while doing further studies under a doctoral program (curriculum studies) at UP, my university of employment.

Then 3 more years to experiment with technologies in my small school alongside adjusting to a university career in an open university.

In between are moments of doubt and joy, of getting out of my small school comfort zone to write about my newly found Open University experiences of virtual community, teaching presence and learner presence, and blended learning.

When I finally thought that I had a major thesis in mind, after completing coursework and comprehensive exams, I realized my research interests were no longer within the field of curriculum studies. The result was a series of research proposal turn downs by my panel—and more so getting lost with all the mix of advises and lack of structure, and being at my wit's end with an impossible research adviser who surely cannot work with an IMPossible me.

Then came the decision to sever ties with my alma matter, at least as a student so I can move on and not simply settle for anything less.

Another round of disappointments came, as I searched for a university to launch my research interests. I was turned down by IGNOU (Phd DE) and OUM.

It was admissions at QUT which assured me that my emerging thesis was worth looking into. That I had in fact qualifications to back me up.  I finally see there's a path I can dare discover.
But the scholarship offer was definitely out of timing. I was in the midst of adjusting to an alternate work commitment so my daughter can enjoy a scholarship benefit from an IB school in the Philippines. Can never say no to that and I'm glad I didn’t. The experience has taught me that at 46, I still have much to learn about perspective, attitude and organizational communication. And that there are in fact limits to what I can accomplish for an institution. Seeing these limitations also showed me possibilities.

Or that, getting back to my university work alongside small school work is in fact the best place for me. Staying with U.P.  and Builders’ School only means I need not give up pursuing lifelong learning if it is the only way to come back to live my last 15 years as an educator before I shall retire happily. 

The journey has brought me here @USQ:   this is me telling myself that there are no limits to what I can choose to learn, how and when. And that now, it is ok to settle and let go of unnecessary load (and learning to actually say NO because that is what it means to say YES to research).

Looking back, I really am a classic case of a student in an unusual circumstance. But don’t we all have our unusual stories to tell?

This is me looking forward to getting back to fulltime University  work by year 2020. This time, to be at a better space to encourage, inspire and understand other research students... and set up a few things which may matter to research students, being most fortunate to experience helping myself and getting the needed student support at USQ.

YES, I still am an  ‘Iskolar ng Bayan’…I am just like any student of the UP Open University, in some pursuit, at times in limbo, but still not giving up.

YES, we will find our way.

End of story – ( I sure hell can’t dump this on my panel)

But this I can: (data analysis table...coming soon).

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

What UP Education Means to Me version 2.017

And so finally those who can make it to the Batch 87 get together made it. I went out of my way to kinda organize it -- tipong when to 2 or 3 are gathered in the name of the Lord kinda thing but obviously, it was in the name of UP Sigma Delta Phi...and let's not forget the UP which goes with our sorority name.

Perhaps it was that common initiation experience held at the grounds of the University of the Philippines which brought us  females together which I may say is part and parcel of the UP brand of education--learning outside the classroom. Like somekind of hidden curriculum, UP education offers that kind of learning for life, never the textbook kind and quite organic cuz the learning sprouts on the path you yourself choose or happen to be in as you literally cut class to explore all types of student orgs, all types of minds (the weirdest kind the better).

It was definitely like that for all of us at Sigma Delta Phi, and even just being with Batch '87 has made my UP life more memorable and colorful.  For how many times did we make that choice to be together-- from our initiation rights and joyrides,  to THAT trip to Baguio, all sorts of fundraisers, and of course, Mammanu Adarna. We spent precious time beyond our acads to be together to work for a common goal, or even just to have the last laugh or the latest chismis or finish that last smoke or drink that last drop of beer.

That was of course 30 years back.  Now at 48, Ive started to rethink my current bonds. I mean, what keeps me tied down in the Philippines despite all odds? And what keeps other fellow UP folks here...or should others decide it best to take flight or migrate, what memories of UP do they hold dear?

Then I ask, what better memories can I create from here until I reach my deathbed? Yeah, living life earns me the right to look forward to death...and it gives me reason to rethink the remaining life Id like to lead.  So yes, Id like to see more of my ka-batches. And this time, take sweeter time to be with them.

So here we are as Batch 87 at Mary Grace, just a few of us. This time, we finally got to talk about where that UP education brought us to where we are and how having that UP brand of education really meant to us. Buzz word - flexiblilty and risk taking. And with Sigma Delta Phi -- that meant having the heart to dare the inconvenient, the uncomfortable and the impossible. I was trying to envision my ka batch Armie in Sudan, Congo, Uganda, Rwanda while I had my share of India.

But then daring the impossible need not be out there but even  closer to home as Liezl recounted her explorations with aquaponics and organic farming,  homeschooling and school searching, while Cujo has gotten back once again to UP, this time as a Phd student.

And same goes for me. Yes, I've decided to give this thesis another shot. The topic is very timely anyway. Only this time, things simply fell in place-- no hassles at all: USQ found my qualifications sufficient, my research adviser invited me for a Skype and pretty much convinced that my research ideas are worth pursuing, my study grant was approved, loans approved so I can rightfully accept the offer...study grant contract and funds to follow.

Finally, this is what UP education means to me now version 2017. UP education to me now means finding time to appreciate where Im at so far and still carrying on with the work ahead --- but this time, pushing the boundaries of what academic excellence is all about. So what is THIS  A-EXCELLENCE all about?

These days, it only means Im not getting any younger and therefore I choose not to settle for anything less. Anything less means 'pwede na' mode. I can just safely supervise a program, teach as usual, do consultancy as usual, learn from peers, as usual. I mean that can be, right? Or so...so...

But when I got back to UPOU, I was confronted with a simple problem or  gap. Just when I thought I could settle, came something unsettling. You come in contact with students in need of research mentoring or a bit of inspiration to carry on just as well because they need their education badly.  So I asked myself, what else can I do? Should I dare again? What if things do not go well...? etcetera etcetera etcetera.  I simply said to myself time to set new goals or should I say, find other reasons to motivate myself to carry on.  Id really like to learn how to mentor fellow teachers to do research and/ or special projects they themselves can be proud of.

So the only way to do this is to do it myself first. And I look forward to the day when I will know I have done it and I can say, if a mediocre UP student such as I did it, so can you-- so can the teacher in you....so can the U.P. in you.

There's is U.P. in all of us, Batch '87...and other students of UP's only Open University. Looking forward to more times together, through thick and thin, till death do us part.

Keep living and learning!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Just 4D Record III

O heto pa..rubbing this in the nth time!

Cc: Office of Education Research <edn.research@qut.edu.au>

Dear Juliet,
Thank you for your email. We appreciate the reasons for which you have chosen to decline your scholarship offer, your daughter is very lucky to have such a caring parent!
We welcome a future application for admission and scholarship from you when you have an opportunity to try again.
With best wishes
Caitlin

Caring parent nga naman ako at gusto ko rin yun...


Thursday, April 10, 2014

Theses 2-2B=Dragonfly Mode!

Theses 2-2B=Tutubi=and what does the dragonfly do? It flies away when you are just about to catch it. And what of my theses, I am  literally flying away from it, interestingly due to some turn of events. I gave this thesis a shot anyways.

So, for the meantime,  this flight away from my doctoral studies and theses 2B is because I'd like to land on better things life can offer. At this time, it's just really easy to blame my university and its bureaucracy. With all its bureaucracy, we cannot even get rid of any faculty member who may turn out to be a lousy research mentor, so I got rid of myself from my doctoral studies instead. With that exit came this determination to get admitted to a doctoral program abroad. I found an ally in a supervisor at a QLD unive, Dr B, who has agreed to support my research ideas, and with this comes  an  approved offer and deferred commencement (Jan 2015) from my QLD unive which has finally arrived. Money could have been on my side, but clearly because I need MORE money with me to fund  my doctoral studies, I need my university of employment, and I am willing to do the payback of a lifetime of service. But perhaps,  I don't think my unive in my home country needs me at this time. Or perhaps, it is time to move on and let my professional development take on other forms.

The dragon in me refuse to settle for anything less than a better experience up for grabs.

Yeah, I know, I could have pulled strings. But if there's one thing I was always tempted to do at my university of employment, but never came around to doing was to do that--pull strings.

The first time the string was right in front of us was when my daughter, Miranda, did not make it to the K admission test to get into a GS -where my husband, then Assistant Professor Victor Villanueva at my once-college, was one of the supervising teachers of student-teachers who do their practice teaching  (and yes, I care to spell his name out here because he was that precious to Eduk).  In other words, we could  have gotten our way and that was to get our child in by requesting, pleading, begging like all normal parents would do for their children. Teacher Vic chose to exit to go for something else. He chose the Filipino way, and that was to make our lives more complicated by setting up a school where Miranda can learn....and learn she did! And one great school was born for other children to grow and learn...and for teacher such as I to do my 'labwork' and draw inspirations  because there was no GS laboratory school for a virtual unive, while I was teaching teachers under our MA and prof cert program. From this lab, I did samples/models of Social Studies teaching and learning and published works which I brought into my teacher education classes. It was fuel I cannot do without as a teacher educator.

Then, of course,  I tried to play with another string when I inquired by direct email to the GS head whether slots are open for admissions and when these will be available, coming from a fellow faculty who is entertaining to put Miranda at the GS. The response was sort of a snub. Miranda was left with 2 choices--Community of Learners or QC Science HS. Not much strings around to work with in the first place.

Now, this next string--but a string of strings- a chance at a doctoral study fund, and perhaps a way to bring my daughter to Aussie and study with me! My bro advised me to come up with a letter and state my request, to sort of justify that I am worth my unive's money (5 million plus pesos) because I am a scholar ng bayan, the faculty kind who, will study abroad, and come back to be a ball of string, to be woven and ingrained in the fabric of  my open university. But I just could not go for my dreams in this manner.

It's not even that I do not like the fact that this study abroad will allow me to stay longer at my open university.  In fact, I have for once decided that I can actually have what it takes to stay longer with an  institution, and one which I have learned to like.  I have so much respect for my open university community--of elders, leaders, followers and footsoldiers, that I can practically imagine myself growing old in this institution. I have so much respect for it that if ever I decide to choose to stay, it is because I have earned my keep as much as others ahead of me already did.  Earning my keep, to my mind, is fulfilling this  responsibility  to get that PhD--the right to get into more research to gain proof that I do posses this  habit of mind to think theoretically to solve life's problems, to be part of  a community of scholars committed to the excellent pursuit of knowledge!  (like some complicated framework grounded on research to see through anything-- the depth and breadth of a problem such as a missing comma in the minutes of our meetings!!!!)  By my own standards, I want to have that rightful place in our committee meetings, bearing with me proof=PhD, that I can make anything  just as complicated as refusing to put a comma in that sentence, and have a reasoned rationale and justification of why it should not be there. And to end up loving the way we complicate our lives for we refuse to be as lay as a layman when we approach things in life.

Honestly, and funny  as it may seem, I am mostly in awe of my PhD colleagues and how intricate their perspectives can be whenever we discuss matters of importance, and how I also manage to put my 2 cents in, because I clearly operate on instinct or use my practical brains mostly and even if sometimes I simply give up on the process of engaging since somebody more brilliant will most likely come around to solving matters anyways.  Yet, bringing my 2 cents in comes with the job so I take pains to understand as much as I can how people at my open university arrive at certain decisions.  I want to continue being part of this decision making, life complicating process. And so, I believe,  my doctoral degree experience is a chance of lifetime to do just that-- prune my brains and discipline my mind (which behaves like a dragonfly mostly), in order to put my tumataginting na dollar=100 cents in for all that we need to do and accomplish as a university.

It's not that this dragonfly did not see all these coming, though. I do remember last year, I was getting restless. IGNOU and IIT Bombay seem to be an impossibility due to a bureaucratic admissions which I find unsupportive of international students. Murdoch had friendly admissions but had no expert ready to supervise my research . Melbourne Unive applications was certainly frozen in waiting for academic references from hard to find/ email Dr M and Dr H. Special thanks to Dr G who came to the rescue and yet 1 doctor ain't enough as reference. My QLD unive was  my last recourse. I said to myself, I did ALL of it already,  including swallowing my pride with my IELTS score, and therefore aaallll I could do was hhhwwwwhhhait.

AND SO IT CAME. My QLD unive offer arrived just in time for a birthday present--but a gift which I could not keep because to have it means I needed a greater gift from my university--financial support from the doctoral study fund to finally get my student visa going.

So this dragonfly spent some time to use her peripheral vision to entertain a Plan B.  And I said to myself, if I can find a Plan B, then I may as well make the most of where I am. I have one more dream to achieve--and that was to attend a real F2F Moodle Workshop and Conference=MOODLEMOOT. I said to myself, if this will be my last RDG and conference to attend as a UP Fac, wishing still for a Plan A, I may as well go for this MoodleMoot. With this was a strategy to place all  my bets, 97% of it on my Plan A and leave a minor 3% for Plan B which has yet to be cracked. The MoodleMoot conference came with an Aussie visa application with the intent to build my reputation as a Filipino educator,  not itching to migrate to Aussie but investing on a Aussie future.  Through my open university overload pay, the only savings I have on my head plus RDG  to invest on a very expensive conference fee, I wanted to prove to Aussie immigration that I am just after the MOOT=professional education and I have no plans of misusing my visa.  Getting back home will be good record that I am a Filipino local contract worker who have no plans of jumping ship so this may increase my chances of being granted my future student visa once QLD unive results are out.  And so, with this Moot, I pledged to bring back home with me stuff I can weave as a government worker...with a self acclaimed title of being the first person from my open university to participate in a MoodleMOOT. In case my QLD unive ain't gonna happen, I would want to continue my work but having more creative work (rather than research) a magic shot.

Lo and behold...I found myself at a K12 conference in Sydney. I was a key witness to how Moodle Moots were being organized. I became one with a K12 audience of active seer-listeners to how technologies and elearning pedagogies are creatively finding its way in the K12 system. I was a live participant, the only foreign one,  in a Moodle Masterclass |Advanced workshop with Julian, the Moodleman, Lindhy and Vince of the very efficient Pukunui Technology. I was in the midst of a workshop, Moodle 2.5-2.6,  which I knew I would not be able to apply at my open university, (which by the way is still at Moodle 2.2), and also because due to priority work at UPOU, there simply was no time and space for me to do all these.

When I say there was no time and space for me to do experiments at my open university, it means I cannot make labrats of my unive students (as they were already willing labrats for my WizIQ stints) who are primarily adult learners who do not need (or maybe are not ready for) a gamified Moodle 2.6.  At the same time, I was also sensing that  education faculty is moving towards standardizing course development, through highly prescriptive course guides and a list of MUST DO's or MUST BE's which I was not ready to take all in, because this path anyway, is the easiest to do--stick to a template, which ensures success for the learner. But a bigger part of me wants to learn things in another way.  I sometimes feel that  all these templates for teaching and learning get in the way of genuine teaching and learning--it leaves no space for a hidden curriculum at all. True, these templates are formula for success, a way to keep learners satisfied and seemingly get their hard earned money's way to earn their degree. While I sometimes want my online learners to break away from this mode of thinking--simply getting the degree, earning the grade, pleasing the prof, I am inclined to simply  go with the flow because it's my job as a faculty in charge.  Sometimes the teaching we are expected or prescribed to do goes against what I think learning is all about!!!. I do not want my FMA's to be fixed and everything laid out. I want  to do some kind of project based learning through my courses but my attempts simply can not be, especially  when faced with a big class such as EDS 111 running on a tight 12-week term. I have managed to do FMA options and flexibility with my SSE (MAEd/DSSE) and yet, adults as they are, a few ones still lift ideas or create outputs to primarily get the grade and NOT go through the learning process for the sake of learning, or draw pleasure from learning what they chose to learn despite the grade they received. If I had to do it my way, I would go to the extent of changing the grading system to have only 2 types of marks=  a P/C=passed or completed or FFSUR2DO=For-Further Study/Completion-when Ur Ready 2 do so! But I do not think the university guidelines will even allow me to do so :(

Here I go again with me= Miss Guided, Miss Placed. It ain't a perfect world after all. But my work at my open university, was proof that I can tango with a system given hard work and a bright mind. I, however, would like to breathe new air and see more of what is out there.

All these higher ed experiences I now have in my sack was a stark difference to what  I have in my bigger bag of tricks=how K12 learners learn in environments truly supportive of learning, self direction, and creativity. I want time to enjoy this bag of tricks to be able to translate it into action--and only then can I come back to higher ed as a teacher educator with genuine learnings to share with my fellow students who happen to be teachers. Clearly, I am itching to find something new to experience. But then if that experience will not happen for me, either through further studies abroad, then I may as well make it happen for my child.

And since the Moodle MOOT happened    in SCEGGS, https://www.sceggs.nsw.edu.au/, with a few fellows coming from highly 'organic schools'. I came home  weaving an imagined future. I told myself, if my studies are not happening, despite all my efforts to focus and come up with a very decent research proposal, then at least I want my daughter to have the kind of learning she wants to happen for herself.  I knew that the only way this could happen was to expose her to the possibility of going for a school, quite similar to these organic schools in Aussieland.

I came home from the MoodleMoot, determined to roll the dice! So I played this game- while going for a Plan A and practising for a Plan B. In the end,  I won! My daughter got accepted in  The Beacon Academy, with a 100% scholarship grant=AHA, but only  if I come in as part of Learner Support. The Learner Support is literally a ball of string I can weave in a space which will allow me to do so...with no shitty old unive guidelines and trapping templates to success which to me are hindrances to creativity, development and divergent thinking.

(So did I pull strings just there or did I create a ball of string to weave, lol...I cannot seem to connect the dragonfly metaphor to this ball of string...never mind that!)

I am  nervous and excited, of course.  With this ball of string, I shall look into my sack (=learner support initiatives as AA Program PC) and my big bag of tricks (The Builders' School know-how's and dealings with all kinds of minds) then with  a great resolve to do my payback  (in order to pay it forward), I shall weave somekind of something. Thanks to ALL students (adults=parents and makukulit na AA's and K12 learners at Builders)  who have given me a hard time and may have prepared me for this= the greatest  challenge so finally I can sit down with a small group of learners in support of learning, THEIR way, and of course with nudgings and well placed negotiations from my end. Then perhaps a framework or model shall arise from this out of Phd school experience.

And maybe, if in case my unive needs me back, then I shall try to, but this around I should be even more capable of setting up a learner support for all these adult online learners who practically do not fit the mold, and are openly accessing education the open unive way, who may surely need just as much help to earn what they go for! And despite the label going around that my open unive may be diploma mills, then let it be a diploma mill for all types of learners which traditional settings fail to deal with because they cannot be simply weeded out! Or how about a model of a MOOC for K12 learners, somekind of MOOC-learner support for Gr 11-12's to bridge students to the associate degree and other BDegrees of open unive. Or what if a virtual Gr 6-8, finally which will be a seedbed for prospective blended or fully online learners!

With any of the above happening, there is no way of weeding out...including myself!

Come to think of it, some learners  are not weeds in the first place, but could have been  dragons, all along, and so  fly.  For now, may I just be a dragonfly (AHA...there I go!).