Why a three-year PhD is not necessarily shite

A couple of weeks ago I was chatting to a student in my department who’s just starting to write her thesis, and I mentioned that I wrote mine in three months, from start to finish. Several heads in the vicinity instantly whipped around to stare at me, as if I was a lion approaching a meerkat nest. Apparently, writing a thesis this quickly is unusual… and a flurry of tweets later agreed! A few people asked me to describe my writing process, which I will get to in a later post.

First, though, I think it’s probably a good idea to go back over some old ground. My planned post about thesis writing will, of necessity, include some explanations of the British PhD system, which is extremely likely to attract the usual arguments about how North American PhDs are better because they’re longer. I’d prefer to get that debate out of the way in this introductory post so that we can focus on the writing process later!

(I know this because it happens almost every time anyone mentions the length of doctoral degrees – online, at least (Erika Cule recently pulled off one of the few exceptions to this rule), and occasionally in real life, too. Yes, I’ve heard those mutterings from new labmates during the first few weeks of my postdoc. I’ve even been told by the person sitting next to me at a wedding – who knew I was a British postdoc – that (and I quote) “British PhDs aren’t worth the paper they’re written on”. If that guy hadn’t happened to be the bride’s brother, a shouting match would no doubt have ensued; as it was, I just tried to ignore him).

Anyway.

I know it must be tempting to be working towards, or have completed, a five, six, or seven-year PhD, and to look at a three-year degree and say “well it clearly must be inferior”. However, I think it might be instructive to take a look at the bigger picture of how different nations’ education systems operate as a whole. I’ll focus on the British and North American systems, since those are the two I’m most familiar with, but please feel free to chime in in the comments with examples from other countries!

More time in school

I started primary (elementary) school in England at the age of four, after spending two years in kindergarten when we lived in Germany. We all went to secondary (high) school at eleven. Nothing fancy, just my local, state-run (what North Americans would call public), comprehensive (mixed ability) school. From talking to Canadian friends and relatives, it seems that they started later, at five or six, and transferred to high school at thirteen or fourteen.

The British school holidays are also shorter. Our summer holidays were only five weeks long; my six nephews here in Canada (some in elementary school, some in high school) get ten or even twelve weeks.

Earlier specialisation

The final two years of secondary school (age 16-18) are optional in the UK. In the English system, those who stay have to choose three (or four, tops) subjects to study exclusively for those two years (I think they’ve changed it now to five subjects in the first year, three in the second. The Scottish system is different and allows more variety). So I studied biology, chemistry, and maths – and nothing else – for the final two years of school.

More focused undergraduate degree programmes

My BSc was in genetics. Everyone on my course and several other related ones took exactly the same classes in the first year: biochemistry, genetics, physiology, microbiology, organic chemistry, and statistics. In the second and third years we had some limited choice of courses, but were only able to take courses run by our department, which covered only genetics, biochemistry, and molecular biology. The third (and final) year included a compulsory three month lab rotation.

All of this adds up to learning more about your chosen subject at an earlier stage. I’ve seen my Canadian niece’s final year of high school biology textbook; it was introducing concepts such as Mendelian inheritance that we learned at thirteen or fourteen (she confirmed that this was the first time she’d been taught it). I’ve seen Canadian second year undergraduate courses that introduced subjects I learned at sixteen or seventeen. And the post-graduate level courses my former student took in the first year of his PhD covered stuff we did during undergrad.

Fewer distractions for grad students

I was in the lab full time from the first day of my PhD. No classes, no TAing other than three two-hour lab sessions in my second year, and those were only because I volunteered. No need to write fellowships – the funding was in place for my specific project for three years AND NOT A MONTH MORE. No need to register for a Masters first. Here’s a set of Gilsons and a labcoat, now GO!

Swings and roundabouts

I’m by no means trying to say that the British system is superior, just that it’s different. It should be obvious that each system will work well for some kids, but not for others: the British system was perfect for me, because I knew I wanted to study genetics since my first lesson on Mendel’s peas when I was in my early teens; I loved getting into the nitty gritty details so early, and might have been bored and frustrated in the North American system. (I would have quite liked to study French and history for a little bit longer, though). On the flip side, I have a friend who studied economics, French and history during his final two years of secondary school, but who then decided when he was in his first year of undergrad that he wanted to be a doctor . BZZZZ, sorry, too late. He would have had a much better chance of switching in the North American system.

As for the PhD itself: the upside to the British system is that you graduate more quickly, and don’t get stuck in the (potentially) exploitative situation whereby some PIs demand yet more work from their cheap labour before they’re allowed to graduate. The downside is that you’re much less likely to publish well, if at all. (I got one solid but hardly exciting first-author paper and one first-author review, which was considered fairly average).

This latter point isn’t seen as a problem at all if you stay within the British system, where the PhD is seen as an apprenticeship in how to do research. If you can demonstrate that you can plan and execute properly designed and controlled experiments, and that you understand your project and can discuss its pitfalls and future directions intelligently, then having nothing but negative data is not a barrier to graduation. (I had a whole other project’s worth of unpublished data in my thesis, all negative, but done well!)

Grant reviewers and hiring committees in the UK understand all of this. However, a relative shortage of publications can really hurt people coming from the British (or similar) system into North America. I didn’t get either of the postdoc fellowships I applied for in Canada; the reviews of my proposals and training environment were very positive, but I was torn apart over my publication record. (I did much better during my three year postdoc – five research papers, four as first author, plus two review articles. So it’s not as if I don’t know how to do publishable work). My postdoc supervisor now goes out actively recruiting British postdocs after being so happy with me (I know because she put this in a letter of reference that she asked me to check over!), but tells them not to bother wasting their time writing fellowship applications trying to persuade Canadian reviewers that their publication record is actually just fine if you consider all of the above points.

The lack of fellowship writing experience could also be a problem in some departments, but my institute required a short “proposal” (as well as a written report, a presentation in front of the whole institute, and a private grilling) in order to move on after the first year of the PhD. I was also lucky enough to have an excellent supervisor who put a lot of time and effort into teaching his trainees how to write. When I handed my postdoc supervisor the first draft of my first paper from her lab, she said it was the first time she’d ever returned a first draft with zero edits – I have my PhD supervisor to thank for that!

(The other consequence of the differences between the two systems is that, as a postdoc, I was quite a bit younger than many of the grad students in the department, which meant that it took a while until I was taken seriously. My own lab came around after my first lab meeting, and the rest of them after my first departmental seminar!)

Conclusion

Please – PLEASE! – don’t look JUST at the length of a PhD and decide on that sole criterion that one doctorate is automatically better than another.

Expect the thesis writing post soon… not necessarily next, but soon!

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Friday funny

I’ve been saving this for a miserable wet Friday just like this one!

Recent conversation…

New colleague: “How’s it going?”

Me: “Meh”

NC: “What’s up?”

Me: “I’m having some issues with [PI’s] ethics”

NC, eyes widening dramatically: “OMG! What did he do???!!!”

Me: “…”

Me: “[PI’s] Research Ethics Board application”.

(Issues now resolved! And still no juicy gossip. But we got a grant we submitted in September! It was the most exciting proposal I’ve worked on so far in this job – which is saying a lot, because my department does some really cool stuff – and the one I was rooting for the most. Yay!)

Happy Friday, everyone!

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A moment of silence…

…for the White Stripes?*

NAH!

A few moments of blistering NOISE is far more appropriate!

Thank you for the music, guys.

*people – music journalists, no less – STILL think they’re brother and sister?! Weird.

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How to impress your friendly local manuscript editor

  • Treat them as an inferior until you need something from them. This will make them incredibly grateful for your sudden interest in them when you…
  • …hand over a “close to final” manuscript that MUST be proofed and edited BY TOMORROW, because having a deadline for manuscript submission makes total sense. Everyone enjoys the adrenaline rush of a sudden tight deadline on top of an already heavy workload!
  • Have at least one typo in the file name. Your friendly local manuscript editor (YFLME) will be so excited by receiving a file called reserach_outlien.doc that they will barely be able to contain their excitement to open the document and see what treasures lie within!
  • Everyone knows that you don’t need to read papers to be able to write one. Why not prove it by completely ignoring the conventions of scientific manuscript formats and styles? Put your most exciting result up front, even if you haven’t yet described the novel system you’re using! Put the discussion of your results’ significance in the figure legends! YFLME will have such fun solving the puzzle of which parts should be pasted where!
  • Do not, under any circumstances, run a spell check, especially if you don’t have English as your first language and/or you know you’re a sloppy typist. What are YFLMEs for, if not to hunt and fix typos? Your time is much more valuable than theirs, so make them earn their money!
  • It’s especially fun for YFLME when you consistently misspell the name of the gene and/or the disease you work on, as well as common scientific words such as lysate. For bonus points, consistently misspell a word that is written in six-foot letters over the door of the building in which you work! Whatever your first language may be, YFLME will be hugely impressed by your attention to detail, and will assume that you paid just as much attention to the accuracy of your experimental work!
  • Finally, do not include YFLME in your acknowledgements section. The satisfaction of a fun job, done well will be thanks enough.

Unbelievably, many of my colleagues manage to ignore ALL of these common courtesies. Several others have mastered at least one, sometimes even two or three, but no-one has yet managed to combine them all in one manuscript.

Why not strive to be the first?! I promise you that if you accomplish this feat, I’ll make you an internet superstar!

……………………

(I actually really enjoy manuscript editing. Most of the time. And I have great respect for people working and writing in a foreign language, especially if they grew up using a whole different script*. It’s very satisfying to help them turn their drafts into a more polished, submission-ready paper, and most of them appreciate the assistance (if there’s enough time, I always make sure to explain WHY I made my changes). Some first drafts have been painful to read; I literally couldn’t take more than a paragraph at a time of one particularly gnarly word salad, but it was for someone I really like, so I persevered. A co-author with English as her first language told me that she hadn’t been able to handle it, but that when she saw my edits, “it was like a miracle had happened”. THIS is why I do it! But the acknowledgements in the published papers are very nice, too).

*this is still no excuse for sloppiness and inattention to detail, though.

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The lions ate my punctuality

The NIH may be cracking down on “the dog ate my homework” excuses, but luckily other people are more forgiving.

I was ever so slightly late for my own meeting this morning, but everyone accepted my proffered excuses. I’m sure every city has its specific reasons for being late that everyone who lives there understands, and today I used two Very Vancouver Excuses:

  1. I came out of my house at the exact moment when the gorgeous orangey-pink light from the sunrise hit the Lions (mountains to the north of the city, currently covered in snow), and it was so beautiful that I had to stop and take a photo;
  2. I then had to detour around a movie shoot.

Exhibit A: photo that I passed around at the meeting

The iPhone photo doesn’t begin to do it justice, of course, but it was good enough to prove my point at the meeting!

The bright, almost neon glow of sunrise-reflected-on-snow was gone within two minutes of the photo being taken, but it was amazing enough to make me smile all the way to work. Nothing like starting your week off right!

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Productivity? There’s an app for that

(Two, actually).

Busy busy busy.

Grants, conference abstracts, project management.

All to be completed without (completely) neglecting household chores, exercise, and fun.

I’ve recently started using a couple of iPhone apps that I’ve found very helpful, and that I’m reviewing here in case they’re useful to you, too!

Pomodoro Time Management Lite (Free)

This is essentially just a timer, but it’s customised to the Pomodoro Technique and requires much less hands-on time than manually setting the native iPhone timer multiple times a day. The pattern of 25 minute “pomodoros” of focused working time, followed by a 5 minute break (with a 30 minute break after every fourth pomodoro), fits my natural working style very nicely: if I’m having trouble settling into a difficult (or tedious) task, knowing that I only have to focus on it for 25 minutes makes it much easier to get started; and if I’m getting too focused on something, the app reminds me to take frequent short breaks to stand up, stretch, look away from my screen, and grab a glass of water or put the kettle on. This is highly beneficial to my health and productivity over the course of a full day at work.

I also like the fact that Yoda apparently wrote the pause warning text. Stop, or stop not - there is no pause.

Faults: the alarm at the beginning and end of each pomodoro doesn’t always go off (it seems to be more reliable in vibrate mode), so I sometimes miss it. And you have to manually restart the timer after the long 30 minute breaks. It was also just generally glitchy on my old 3G iPhone – sometimes it would keep counting down the time if I switched to email or the iPod function for a few minutes, but at other times it would just freeze – but that bug doesn’t seem to be a problem on my shiny new multitasking iPhone 4.

Oh, and of course, whenever someone comes by my desk and looks at my screen, it’s always during one of the breaks rather than during a pomodoro.

Epic Win ($2.99)

Thanks to Kimli’s excellent App Blast blog I got this app when it was on sale for 99 cents. However, having used it for a few weeks now, I’d happily have paid the full whack – and I very rarely spend more than 99 cents on any given app.

Epic Win is basically a to-do list, but your tasks are called “quests” and completing them bags you nice little prizes – points that equate to miles on a journey. You collect loot along the way, and move up the levels of your chosen character type. These incentives provide a teeny tiny little extra bit of motivation that, tragically enough, is often enough to get me over my usual inertia and procrastination.

You can set up recurring tasks or one-offs, and assign them values from 100-300 points based on difficulty. The app can be set up to send you push notifications of overdue tasks, an option I find helpful but that might get annoying if you set up lots of quests each day.

The app displays a nice sense of humour throughout:

Current profile. Two of my nephews are going through a phase where they add "-tar" to the end of everyone's names, including their cats', hence Cathtar.

I list exercise under “strength”, boring-but-necessary tasks like cleaning and laundry under “stamina”, work-related tasks (and extracurricular writing) under “intellect”, favours for friends and family (and kitty litter cleaning duties) under “social”, and guitar practice under “spirit” (oops. Must Do Better). I think the yellow bars represent points earned under those categories since your last level-up, and I think the numbers represent the number of times a task in that category has tipped you over the threshold of a new level. I’m not really sure, but it doesn’t matter, because it’s just for fun.

The app's soundtrack is of howling winds whistling over the desolate plain. Very atmospheric.

The loot is definitely the best part:

LOOOOOOT!!!!!

The other loot I’ve collected is as follows:

  • Flask of Soured Cat’s Milk: “Suckled from the putrid teat of Sheba, this milk is high in protein and ick factor”
  • 9 Inch Snails: “Although this spell takes several hours to come into effect, its devastating slimy force is unrelenting”
  • Enchanted Mop of Time Warping: “Grasp the handle, clean your floor, magically hours will have passed”
  • Whistle of Summoning: “Mouth-operated joy communicator used excitedly while giving the illusion of holding both a big fish and a little fish”
  • and – my favourite so far – El Libro Binary of Central America: “Juan Juan Juan Juan Zero Juan Zero Juan Juan Juan Zero Zero Zero Zero Juan”

It’s all gloriously silly, and I can hardly wait to see what piece of loot I find next!

As for my sleep deprivation problem:

There’s a nap for that.

(sorry, couldn’t resist).

Any other productivity app suggestions?

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In teh Grauniad

When I was about 15, our local paper ran a special schools edition. They approached English teachers around the city, asking them to contribute pieces written by local students, and my teacher picked an essay I’d written. The essay was about the pros and cons of staying at a school that teaches 11-18 year-olds for the final two years of high school compared to moving to a dedicated “sixth-form college” that only teaches 16-18 year-olds; this had been a hot topic at home, because I was at an 11-18 within walking distance and wanted to stay there, with all my friends and with teachers I knew, whereas my Dad taught at the sixth-form college across town and wanted me to transfer there, which would have meant him driving me there and back every day.

At first I thought that my article would be one of several that came from our school, and wouldn’t attract too much attention from the people who bullied me for being a swot and a teacher’s pet. BUT the editors of the paper chose to use MY PHOTO as the illustration of how a photograph is taken, developed, cropped, processed and published, and there were multiple versions of it (at various stages of processing) all over the front of the special schools edition.

GAAH!

I had to listen to the sneering jibes about that hideous photo for weeks!

A squirrel chewed through some wiring in the roof of the old wing of my school one night a few months later and two classrooms burned to the ground, taking all my English coursework with them. I’d written some stuff I was really proud of (e.g. a reworking of Macbeth in the style of Raymond Chandler) and wanted to get back after everything had been sent off for grading by external examiners and then returned to the school, but it was all lost for good (this was before we had our first computer, and all my work had been painstakingly written out in long-hand).

My Mum had the genius idea of calling the local paper asking them to send back the one surviving piece of coursework – the copy of the essay they’d published in their schools edition.

They re-published the essay AND the photo, with a short article attached that basically suggested that heroic Yorkshire Evening Press journalists had risked life and limb to rescue my essay from the still-burning building.

My friends from high school still remind me about this incident; they thought it was hilarious, obviously, even though I got yet more grief from the resident eejits about it.

Anyway, this was my one and only experience of being in the paper.

Today, a guest post I wrote about a new paper on chromosome damage in cancer was posted on GrrlScientist’s Guardian blog.

It’s not quite the Guardian proper (the paper I grew up reading – along with the Yorkshire Evening Press, of course), but hey, if it erases some of those bad memories, I’ll take it!

/blogpimping

/selfpromotion

Posted in blog buddies, education, family, original research, personal, publishing, science, the media, UK | 13 Comments

BC rocks! (And trees!)

I like rain.

I need rain.

During my first summer in Vancouver, there was a dry spell that lasted for five or six weeks. By the third week I started to feel a bit weird, but couldn’t work out why. I felt weirder and weirder as time went on, but didn’t realise why until I suddenly found myself literally running from the room as I heard the first few drops hit the skylight, to stand in the middle of the garden and let the downpour drench me to the skin. I suddenly felt normal again.

People are astonished when I say “I kinda wish it would rain” in the middle of a long stretch of hot and sunny days. (Don’t get me wrong, I love the sunshine too. I’d just enjoy it more if I could get a half-day or so of rain every week in the middle of summer). But rain is awesome; why wouldn’t you miss it? Rain is the reason why Vancouver is so green, why the cherry blossoms look so gorgeous in the spring, and why we won’t have to worry about water shortages any time soon.

HOWEVER,

it’s been raining for weeks on end, and even my exceptionally high tolerance for the stuff is under serious threat. I think my love of rain is turning into a love-hate relationship.

I need some sunlight, damnit! I left work half an hour earlier than usual last night, and it was dark even then. And oh so rainy; I was soaked within a couple of blocks. My cycling shoes were still damp this morning.

Yeah, sure, there are snowdrop shoots coming up. Big whoop; it’s too wet to be able to enjoy even that beautiful sight while outside.

Anyway, I came home tonight in a soggy wet grump, and snuggled up with a cat and a blankie to cheer myself up with the photos from our beautiful sun-drenched kayak trip to Desolation Sound last summer. And that’s when I remembered that I’d taken some photos of the local geological features, for Silver Fox and assorted other geoblog buddies, but forgotten to post them!

I know approximately 1.002 x bugger all about geology, so the descriptions are just guesses:

Seam of something iron-rich and something white (I thought it might just be caked-on sea salt, but I was wrong)

"Pebbles" of hard rock poking through the eroded top layer of softer, paler rock. This surface was exposed to the waves at high tide

While we’re at it, here are some shots I took of arbutus trees. I’d never even heard of this wonderful tree before I moved here, but on my first trip to Victoria we saw one in a park, a friend encouraged me to join her in stroking the smooth wood exposed by the peeling papery bark, and I was hooked. There aren’t any arbutus trees in Vancouver itself, but we see lots on our kayaking trips, and I always have to go and stroke them. In the warmth of the sun, the wood feels so smooth and warm it’s almost like touching human skin.

Well, thank you for indulging me! I feel a bit better now, remembering the joys of summer.

Light at the end of the tunnel

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Blogrolling: for the readers among my readers

Judging by the comments on my book review posts, and the book reviews I’ve seen many of you write on your own blogs, there are lots of fiction fans here at Occam’s Typewriter! So I’d like to refer you to my friend Suzi’s new blog, Suzi Feay’s Book Bag.

The Brits among you might recognise that name – Suzi’s written book reviews and author interviews for Time Out and the Independent on Sunday, and has just finished a stint as literary editor at the Financial Times. She’s also been on the panel for various literary prizes, and seems to know most of the writers in Britain.*

In short, she knows what she’s talking about when it comes to books!

Suzi’s on one of her regular trips to Vancouver right now to visit her family (her brother’s a very good friend of ours, hence the connection). He’s the one who convinced her to set up the blog (and Twitter account) – she’s new to blogging, so I’ve been giving her a few tips while we all watch hockey and eat brunches and dinners together.

Hopefully I can also send her a few readers!

Go, read, comment!

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*yes, I’ve pointed her to LabLit.com to meet some new ones!

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NIH cracks down on “the dog ate my email” excuses

I received a rather bizarre email from the US National Institutes of Health today. Their missives are usually rather mundane notifications of scheduled site down-time and the like, but this one was much more entertaining.

The title – “NIH eRA eSubmission Items of Interest – January 21, 2011” – was boring enough. But things quickly improved with the sub-heading:

“My Dog Ate My Email & Other Excuses”

Things continued in this entertaining vein (all emphasis mine):

“Last summer I adopted a basset/beagle mutt named Dixie. Dixie has a precious face, an iron stomach and amazing reach when standing on her hind legs. On Monday, Dixie ate my blackberry. My first thought was “Jenkies!” (The verbal translation sounded quite different.) My second thought was “Good doggie, now I have an excuse for not responding to my emails.” In the end, the blackberry survived, the leather cover didn’t, and I still have to do my job.

Over the years, we’ve received a full spectrum of reasons for submitting late applications – some very legitimate (e.g., death of PI’s immediate family member) and some not (e.g., our only Authorized Organization Representative called in sick on deadline day).”

[…]

“The day after a major submission deadline the eRA Help Desk often gets the question “Who can I talk to for permission to submit late?”  The truth is – no one.”

[…]

“The late policy cannot be used as a way to get around the fact that the “error correction window” is gone (NOT-OD-10-123).  Submit early (think days, not hours or minutes) and take care of business.”

[…]

For the record, “my dog ate my email” is not a valid reason for late submission. I looked it up. The application guide clearly states (on page 28) that since email can be unreliable, applicants are strongly encouraged to periodically check on their application status in the Commons. In fact, our automated email notifications are often victims of spam-filtering. That pesky application guide really does negate a whole bunch of excuses.

You have ultimate responsibility for your submission. If you miss a deadline and the information you needed is available to you in the application guide or announcement, even if you tried to call for help and didn’t get a call back in time, then you really don’t have a legitimate reason for being late.”

[…]

“So, what does all this have to do with NIH? We expect that our applicants know their Grants.gov and eRA Commons credentials. Logging in prior to your deadline to verify appropriate account access is a task within your control. Do you see where I’m going with this? Account password problems are not system issues nor are they acceptable reasons to submit under the late policy. Be prepared to succeed.”

the email ends with this cheery thought (emphasis as in original):

“Thought for the Day

The sooner you fall behind the more time you’ll have to catch up.

Take care,

Sheri

Sheri Cummins & Scarlett Gibb

Customer Relationship Managers
eRA External Services – eSubmission & Commons
NIH Office of Extramural Research”

With the obvious exception of funding notifications, this may just be the best email that anyone has ever received from the NIH. I salute you, Sheri and Scarlett. I’m sorry that you’ve obviously met with so many frustrations in the line of duty, but thank you for making me smile!

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