Science communication: awkard silences at the snack table

By Ruenda Loots

“I am a professional arm wrestler.”

Talking science is a tough business
Talking science is a tough business

This is my new answer to “So, what do you do for a living?”

Other options include: “Unfortunately, that information is classified” or “Nothing. I don’t believe in working.”

I’m sure all three will be met with awkward silences but it will be a nice change to the normal ritual of

“I’m doing a PhD in biochemistry”

“So, how’s about this weather?”

I know ‘PhD’ is a dirty, three-letter word but it shouldn’t shut conversation down. As a PhD student you are on the cusp of something ground-breaking – surely that should stimulate some interesting debate or at least trump small talk about weather events? (Unless your research is on cyclones, weather patterns or the adaptations of beetles to climate change, then weather-talk is fine).

After the most recent “PhD weather” incident at a braai, I tried to figure out what causes this pattern. The most common trend I identified was the “science is for smart people only” misconception. There are two sides to this coin: the school system is partly to blame, but scientists can be a snooty bunch and sometimes excluded others from their ‘smartness’. Side note: although I include all fields of research under the science umbrella, I know that my fellow natural scientists are mostly to blame for boring unsuspecting victims at snack tables.

At school, science is often reduced to a correct solution at the back of the text book and the kids who do well in science are seen as “separate” – NERD ALERT, right? I aced Science so I was labelled ‘smart’- but that’s not the only ‘smart’ there is. In fact, I score highest in naturalist, intrapersonal and linguistic intelligences and only 60% in the logical/mathematical category (what kind of smart are you?).

I’m only 60% science smart
I’m only 60% science smart

And as a ‘smart’ kid, I did NOT enjoy science. It was boring! Far removed from how incredibly-awesomely-fascinating it really is. Science is all around us, waiting to be uncovered and understood. At its core science is creative and “although you can’t give someone a creativity injection”, it is possible to create an environment where creativity and curiosity are encouraged (credit to Sir Ken Robinson). A science classroom should be a laboratory where children are encouraged to engage all their senses. Want to learn about electrical currents and resistance? Build a robot or take an appliance apart (with your parents’ permission, of course). If a teacher can relate the curriculum-required content to real-world applications, science becomes less “something out there” and more “oh, that’s how it works!” Nature is a free, limitless source of science lessons; all you have to do is go outside, observe and ask “why?” – but more on nature’s genius in a future post.

And then there’s the snooty science crowd. Boy, we sure know how to stifle curiosity with our jargon-filled journals, graphs that go on for days and 44-slide presentations that contain only 3 pictures! Whether we mean to or not, we often create a space where people don’t feel safe to ask “what does that mean?” or “why is that important?” for fear of sounding stupid. The irony is that as scientists we all feel stupid at some point and it is a really good thing (read this brilliant one-pager on the importance of stupidity in scientific research). We should learn to communicate our ‘productive stupidity’ and our research in ways that are accessible and clear to the general public. Why? Because:

  • The people at the snack table are probably funding your bursary and/or research through their hard-earned tax contributions.
  • Your research must have some value aside from satisfying one person’s curiosity (why else do it?).
  • The best way to test whether you really understand your own research is to be able to explain it to your grandmother and eight-year old niece in ways they can understand.
  • You might even have a “eureka” moment when you look at your research through the eyes of an outsider.

So how do we change it to “PhdWow, tell me more”? We become science communicators: We share our research with enthusiasm, openness and in normal words. We invite questions. After all, we are just ordinary people doing unusual jobs. For example, one student in our research group studies the protein content of ostrich semen. Ordinary guy. Very unusual job. Let’s just say he draws some laughs when he talks about sample collections at a braai!

And we learn to laugh at ourselves by shedding our ‘smarty pants’ (or ‘smarty coats’) like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdxBPUFOgGw

So when asked what I do, I vow to smile and say:

“I study the incredible microscopic cities of bacteria. They’re a lot like us, you know?”

New beginnings — moving out East

By Keafon Jumbam

Seven hours into the journey from Cape Town to my new campus in the Free State, it dawned on my hired driver that he didn’t know where we were going! This was a long distance driver, highly recommended by friends; surely he should know his way around? “What is the name of the place again?” he asked, looking bewildered. “Phuthaditjhaba” I responded, alarmed at this sudden turn of events. “Heh!” his voice dropped to a notch, “I think I’ve driven past it before. It is very far — on the way to Durban,” he sounded tired. Silence enveloped us like a wet blanket, with only the faint grunts of the car’s engine protesting the sudden speed increase. The sun was beginning to set and we were in the middle of nowhere. I started to panic.

That day had begun on a bad note when both my alarms failed to go off in the morning. I woke up late and disoriented but managed to squeeze all my belongings into my car, thanks to the packing skills of my Zimbabwean flat mates. Then I hit Cape Town morning traffic, which slowed me down even more. By the time I met up with my driver, it was 10h00; hardly a great start to a trip estimated to last 10 hours!

I was heading back to school to start a PhD in Zoology after a six-year break from studies. My resignation from a cherished position I held at an outreach project was met by gasps from colleagues who exclaimed, “You didn’t tell us you were interested in foxes?!” and church folks who emphasized “It is flat country over there, very unlike Cape Town, hardly any mountains!” Sure enough, I was going to miss Cape Town and my job which had even brought me in contact with the former Minister of Education, Naledi Pandor.

Meeting minister Naledi Pandor (Credit: Iimbovane archives)
Meeting minister Naledi Pandor (Credit: Iimbovane archives)

But I had become desperate for a new challenge, and this PhD was exactly the kind of mental stimulation I needed to grow and widen my horizons.

 

What I hadn’t anticipated was this bumpy start. By midnight we were still nowhere near arrival. Countless stops later, and with most petrol attendants clueless about our destination, we miraculously made it to the gated campus at 02h00. Sleep deprived but cheerful nonetheless, a residence head student ushered us in. “I think you will like it here,” my driver said, smiling for the first time and admiring as much as I did, the neat pavements and freshly manicured lawns. We were led to a newly built residence named Tshimolohong, or “New Beginnings,” — a befitting name for a freshman like me.

 

My new home and new beginning, Tshimolohong!
My new home and new beginning, Tshimolohong!

I wish I could say I lived happily ever after, but eish, the challenges had only just begun. I had arrived right in the middle of school break and campus was vacant. I didn’t know a single soul, supervisor included — talk about starting over on a clean slate. But the pressing issue was to get registered immediately since everything depended on it: funding release, access to online academic material and even access into residence. It didn’t help that my arrival also coincided with a litany of public holidays! To keep sane, I went on an adventure, exploring my new town and taking in the breathtaking Drakensberg Mountains surrounding my campus. Thanks to these mountains, I can boast of experiencing snow up close and personal.

Qwaqwa campus has lovely frosty lawns in winter...
Qwaqwa campus has lovely frosty lawns in winter…

 

Fast forward to two months later and I’m voyaging yet again, only this time I’m venturing into the Kalahari Desert for fieldwork. I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to see; it felt like I had driven from a rural Sotho kingdom (i.e. campus) straight into Europe (i.e. Kalahari research community) without even attempting to cross a border, talk less of leaving the continent! I had never seen so many European researchers, most of them Brits, congregated in one place like this before. While on campus, I often repeated myself to be understood, despite being in a predominantly black community. Now, here in “Cambridge in the Desert,” don’t even get me started on the assortment of accents. And did I tell you I happen to be the only black researcher in the mix? Yep, life just got interesting…