ABSTRACT
Doctoral students in my college feed their committee at the dissertation defense. For weeks before the event, I debated. Would it be pound cake or fresh fruit? Bagels or cucumber sandwiches? In January of 1993, I was happier concocting menus for faculty than responses to imagined grueling and antagonistic questions about my research. At my most desperate, I could hear the voices: "You call this a literature review?" "What did Hagenpooper et al. say about this? You didn't read Hagenpooper!" "Validity-I'm asking a simple question about validity!" "How can you be the researcher and one of the researched at the same time?" "Do I understand that you modified your findings based on the opinions oftheparticipants!"
