In the past few weeks, a couple of students have approached me asking if I would be willing to take them on as a summer intern. I scrabbled around to gather some information on the sort of scheme that these students were after.
Here are my summer internship pass-notes:
Typically they offer £180-£200 per week to the student to engage in a research 6-10 week project during their summer holidays.
Whilst students should liaise with their proposed PI during the application process, they are generally expected to write the application.
Students considering internships should be interested in pursuing research as a career after the completion of their degree and should be on course for a solid 2i or 1st class degree.
Closing dates tend for the various schemes tend to be towards the end of February/March.
Here are some links to schemes I am aware of that would be particularly suitable for me as PI, along with some points specific to each:
Settling in to a new job has been terrifying and tiring in equal measure. The seemingly boundless spending of the early weeks has been replaced by an awfully adult awareness that the only thing you can’t buy is time: more time in my day to prepare for contact with students, to write grant applications, to read journal articles, to blog (yes, this is something I feel I ‘should’ be doing) but most of all, to think.
Whilst I find it very easy to develop my thoughts on how the Comprehensive Spending Review affected me (not much, yet), whether I support the student protest movement against tuition fees (I do, wholeheartedly), and why QPR saw fit to lose on national television in the only fixture I’ve seen them play this season (regression to the mean), I’m struggling to come up with original ideas for experiments that will be an instant imaging hit. I’m in the profession of thinking, so it’s certainly no good thing that I’m running dry, but it’s also rather inevitable.
For the past three years I’ve been thinking about work that isn’t actually my own. I have deferred my own ideas about projects to those of my PI and we have primarily pursued paths that he has wanted to pursue. This was great for showing me the ropes, and showing me how to think about fMRI within Psychology, something I have been employed to further here in St. Andrews, but it has also lead to this rather awkward moment of transition. I now have to build up my own head of steam, run my own behavioural pilots and read other people’s’ articles with my own research agenda in mind. Of course, I was doing this when in St Louis, but my livelihood didn’t depend on it. Now it does.
So, I’m ploughing on with behavioural projects and hoping that forcing myself to think will lead to better thinking (after all, your brain is a muscle isn’t it? gah!). I’m also considering a couple of more contrived mind-hacks to nudge the process along:
1) Read journal articles at a minimum rate of 1/weekday.
2) Design an experiment I could run at a minimum rate of 1/week.
3) Blog at a minimum rate of 1/week.
I’m not sure if I’ll follow through on these, or whether they’ll be any help if I do, but I’m going to try. I can’t afford to stay barren for too long.
We arrived in Scotland, as planned, in September and have spent the last month settling in to our new surroundings.
My first few weeks as a lecturer have been hectic. I still don’t have any computer equipment at work, which is making accomplishing anything substantial a tough task. An unexpected complication of my lack of computing facilities was the knock on effect it had on my ability to engage in the bureaucracy and form-filling that I knew would take up much of my time. These tasks are rendered even more complicated without a printer, and resulted in me having to pay the local public library a visit in order to use their facilities.
I am lucky and I have to hope that I am also lucky when it comes to getting grants. Research councils will have their budgets slashed and there will be huge demand for what little funding they can make available. fMRI research certainly isn’t cheap, and if I am going to carry on with it here, as my job title ‘Lecturer in Neuroimaging’ would suggest I should, I am going to have to secure external funding pretty soon.
Tomorrow will be tough in anticipation of the lean years ahead. Nevertheless I certainly won’t be the hardest hit by the cuts, and for that I am thankful.
In just under one month, I will be leaving Washington University in St. Louis and moving to Scotland to take up a lectureship at the University of St. Andrews. It’s another big move for me, both geographically and professionally, and it’s what I was hoping would result from my time as a postdoc here in the Dobbins lab. It hasn’t all been fun and games though.
Back in 2007, my experience of applying for post-PhD jobs in the UK was desperate. I loved my area of research, deja vu, but struggled to get short-listed for anything other than jobs directly in that field e.g. researching temporal lobe epilepsy and memory. Even when I was shortlisted for jobs I didn’t do well at the interview stage, I suspect, because my exposure to anything other than deja vu research had been rather limited. I was also keen to start using fMRI in my research, but hadn’t the foggiest idea of how I might do that, and who would give me the opportunity. I still look back on most of 2007 as a bleak time of struggling to keep up with the demands of writing my thesis alongside firing off job applications, the quality of which declined the more desperate I became.
I had been keen on a postdoc, but during my search in 2007 they seemed few and far between. I did get interviewed for one in Exeter, but I was so out of my depth it was ridiculous. It was around November that one of my PhD supervisors forwarded me a call for postdoc applications that he had received (on the MDRS mailing list, I think). My supervisor’s comment with the e-mail read something along the lines of “I know this is probably too far away for you but…”
I e-mailed my CV and from then onwards things started to move very quickly. Within a few days I had a phone conversation with Ian Dobbins and we organised that I would visit Washington University – it would take me a few more days to realise that the university was neither located in D.C., nor on the West Coast, but slap-bang in the middle of the country, in a city I didn’t realise still existed. Within weeks I was giving a talk in St. Louis to memory researchers whose work I had read about in undergraduate textbooks. An arduous J1 visa application later, I started my postdoc.
What I found staggering at the time, was that my boss was willing to take a chance on someone with no fMRI experience, in what was going to be an fMRI-heavy position. This worked out well for us both (I hope), but I know I was very lucky. A combination of a PI willing to take a punt on an enthusiastic postdoc candidate, and a wealth of resources afforded by working on a well-funded grant at a prestigious private university, allowed me an opportunity that has undoubtedly paved the way for my next step to St. Andrews. I can’t overstate how grateful I am.
Beyond the professional fortune, I was also extremely lucky that my circumstances allowed me to make the move from the North of England to the American Midwest in pursuit of a job. That my wife was willing to uproot, that our family and friends were so supportive, and that we were able to gather the money to make the move were all huge factors, the absence of any one of which would have scuppered the done-deal.
The confluence of professional and personal serendipity has once again presented us with a fantastic opportunity to move back east across the Atlantic, this time necessitating three tickets rather than the two that sufficed for the westward trip we made in 2008. I hope that in a few years time I can look back on this move too, as another lucky break that I was able to take full advantage of. I also hope that at some later stage of my career, I can present similar opportunities to a new generation of budding postdocs.