"She was despise-ed
A researcher of sorrow and aquainted with grief."
As Easter has just passed, I thought you would appreciate the well known solo from the Messiah. It refers to that time in a researcher's life when she gets a grant proposal rejected. Bah.
I just got an EPSRC dissemination proposal to do further work on game authoring in schools knocked back. Mine was the proposal just below the cut-off line. The most annoying thing is, I really do have only myself to blame, as I knew as soon as I saw the review comments that they were right and I had just missed something. Still, it is better than carrying around a bitter sense of injustice about how the reviewers misunderstood you and your work. That's what I normally do. :-)
For those of you not familiar with the weird ways of academia, there is an eternal struggle to get research funding for projects. It is for sure a "rich get richer and the poor get poorer" type of system - successful previous projects make you more likely to get new ones. Your proposals don't just have to be good - they have to be outstanding in the beady eyes of 3 expert reviewers. But then a huge amount of tax £s are at stake, so I suppose it is fair enough.
The ironic thing is that I am now in a permanent university post, so I no longer need to apply for research funding to pay my salary. Yet, you can't apply for grants until you have a permanent post. The lean funding hungryness goes away for some people. They get old and set in their ways sitting on the verandah of academic life drinking ice tea and watching the students go by. Others get more and more funding greedy. I have a colleague who loves to apply for huge monstrous grants which you'd need 3 people to manage. I am somewhere in the middle - I like to keep applying but try not to kill myself doing it.
Never mind, if I wait six months I can fix it and resubmit it. In the mean time I shall go back to sitting on the verandah drinking ice tea and licking my wounds.