Showing posts with label Grad Student Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grad Student Life. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

How to Hate Ecology and Still Write a Thesis

During my first year as a graduate student, a week didn't go by where someone didn't ask me "So what's your research question?"  I hated that question more than anything.  I had combed the literature, searching for research ideas, only to discover everything I was interested in had already been done a hundred times over.  All of the mysteries of the environment had been answered and there wasn't anything left to be studied.  "Why am I even here and why are any of us doing science," I frequently asked myself.  "Ecology is stupid.  Ecology is hard.  I hate Ecology!" were also common chants I shouted in my office (and by office, I mean the spare lab next door that was used for storage and sleeping quarters for homeless grad students).  Then, one day, it suddenly all made sense.  I realized I was being punished by my adviser, because he was punished by his adviser, and his adviser's adviser punished him, etc. etc....


Then I stopped blaming the world, sucked it up, and read some more literature.  Every idea I had, I wrote down.  I carried around a notebook to every meeting, every class, and any time something came to me, I wrote it down.  Alot of them were bad, very bad.  But I wrote it down anyway.  It fostered more ideas which led to even better ideas which then led to terrible ideas, and so on and so forth.  I shared them with fellow labmates and post-docs who helped me refine them.  I had meeting after meeting and exchanged numerous emails with my adviser, who dismissed many of my ideas and forced me to use my brain more than I ever had.  Eventually, I figured it out.  Ecology didn't seem so stupid anymore.  It was still hard...very hard.  But it wasn't stupid and I didn't hate it, at least not as much as I once did.  

And so my lesson to you, boys and girls, is that it's o.k. to hate ecology.  Spit on it, kick it, throw it in the trash for a week and ignore it.  It doesn't mind.  It will still be there waiting for you to explore its insides.  Although often times it's hard to see this, there are still plenty of mysteries to be solved.  Heck, you may even find a new species of monkey or discover millions of microscopic marine life.  

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore!


Guest post today from a new member of the FCE community!
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Howdy ya’ll! I’m one of the newest members of the Trexler lab, here all the way from Houston, Texas. I finished my Masters in May, which focused on reproductive life histories of small stream fishes. In addition to working in some amazing clear water East Texas streams, I have a love/hate relationship with springs in the beautiful West Texas Chihuahuan desert. But, life hasn’t all been unicorns and butterflies; I’ve worked in my share of dumpy freshwater sites. However, nothing prepared me for what I was to endure in the Everglades. 


Don’t get me wrong, I am in no way suggesting that the Everglades are “dumpy,” but rather mysterious and frankly, comedic. This past summer I was lucky enough to (literally) get my feet wet in the Everglades. I was excited, yet terrified. In Texas, alligators eat people… or so the story goes. I envisioned myself on this amazing airboat ride, only to get my calf taken out by a man-eating reptile. My first trip to the glades was with Mike Bush, who suggested I “shuffle my feet” to avoid gators. Seriously Bush?! I doubt “shuffling my feet” is going to keep a gator from eating me!! Anyway, he may or may not have been right, but I did not encounter nor become the dinner of an alligator. Day two was much more eventful; it was pouring rain and I had no rain gear. We were setting up drift fences made of 32 lbs of rebar (this may be a slight exaggeration) and I somehow managed to step in every chin-deep hole in the Gap (area between Water Conservation Areas 3A and 3B) while carrying these fences. My waders were filled with water/mud, the rain was freezing and I had a soggy pb&j for lunch. If you can believe it, I came back for thirds. 

Setting up drift fences.  Photo courtesy of Eric Fortman.


After a couple of interesting trips, I discovered the beauty and elegance of this system. In particular, Shark River Slough and Taylor Slough were some of the most amazing sites I've seen to date. The sheer size of this ecosystem is astonishing and the more I learn about its flora, fauna and ecology, the more intrigued I become; I have even learned to befriend (but respect) the gators! I am extremely lucky to have the opportunity to work in the country’s most prized restoration project. I guess Marjory Stoneman Douglas had it right- “it reveals its secrets slowly…” After traveling to almost every corner of this amazingly diverse ecosystem, I came to a couple of conclusions: 1) The Everglades are amazing, and 2) The Gap must be part of the ‘Truman Show’ and Mike Bush is the main star. 

Photo courtesy of Eric Fortman.



Jessica Sanchez
Doctoral Student
Florida International University
Department of Biological Sciences
jsanc318@fiu.edu