This may seem a rather facetious post in comparison to some of the major issues postgraduates face, but in my time of stress; based on the vacillation between euphoria of perhaps handing in or the abysmal perhaps not; I do not think I could bare another grim or advice orientated post . Welcome to my coffee addition.
Well firstly let’s examine “why a postgraduate would drink coffee?”(Disclaimer this study is based on a case study of one participant: me)
P1″I like coffee, it tastes really good. I didn’t always. I acquired the taste in my third year where I had just been drinking it every day and stumbled on the strange fact that I had developed a spontaneous liking for it”
P1: “I wouldn’t have a functional morning without it. I really wouldn’t.”
P1 “I can’t concentrate as well if I don’t drink it. I hesitate to say it’s the effect of the coffee, it may just be the distracting thoughts of, ‘I should really have a coffee now’ when I am in front of my work”
Due to the brevity of this blog post, I have only used three extracts from my case study participant. I will now ensue a rather brief thematic analysis.
Three very evident themes correspond with these extracts.
- Coffee tastes good
- People like to drink it in the morning
- People seem to concentrate better when drinking it.
The uncontestable themes within this study relate to the popularity of this beverage within the culture of Postgraduate students. The participant states that coffee is palatable. In regards to the second theme which is possibly related to the third theme, is that the participant presupposes that coffee provides an increase in concentration.
This study is very obviously fake and does not achieve the rigours of an authentic scientific study.
There is only one participant, therefore it is not generalisable.
In the words of Shakespeare:
“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”