I can’t sleep, I’m distracted, I keep breaking out in a cold sweat. And the reason? I have a deceptively simple question going my head – and I don’t know the answer!
The question… well, I’ll come to that in a minute. I’d rather put the moment of embarrassment off for at least a few more lines – because rest assured, I will embarrass myself. But let me first back up a little…
You may recall me writing about a superb on-line event involving teenagers and scientists held in the UK a few weeks ago. I’m A Scientist, Get Me Out Of Here was an inspirational exercise in getting teens engaged in science. Built around on-line chats and Q&A, around 1400 kids interacted with 20 scientists on every topic under the sun over a two week period (and I mean, every topic). The stroke of genius was that the scientists were competing for prizes (£500 to the winners), and the students had the power to decide who won and who didn’t – with contestants being “voted out” on successive days towards the end of the contest until only the winners were left standing.
So enamored was I by the event that I put myself forward for the next round – to be held between June 14 – 25. Foolish, foolish, foolish! I’m only just beginning to understand what I’ve let myself in for!
The next I’m a Scientist event is humongous – 100 scientists, 400 classes, and 8000 students. Eight Thousand! The scientists and students are divided into twenty groups, each with five scientists battling it out to be the last one standing at the end of the two weeks, and each group engaging with around 400 students. This has to be one of the biggest events of it’s kind around – 8000 teenagers getting the chance to talk in some depth with real-life scientists on any subject they fancy (8000 – I can’t get that number out of my head. 8000!)
As you’ll have guessed, I was picked to be one of the “lucky” contestants. Successful applicants were selected by the students and teachers taking part in the event, as well as the organizers and sponsors, based on a one-line descriptions of what they did for a living (I wrote “Helping people to make science-informed decisions about stuff that affects them” – which I thought was a little lame, but clearly not lame enough).
Looking at who I’m up against, the competition’s going to be tough – really tough. I’m in the “Silicon” group, which is a general science group. My fellow scientists – whom I suspect will wipe the floor with me, being younger, brighter and funnier than I am (I’m guessing here – a little paranoia creeping in) – are Marianne Baker from Bart’s Institute of Cancer, Paula Gilfillan from the Royal Navy, Andrew Leitch from the University of Edinburgh and Emma Pilgrim from North Wyke Research (you can see a list of all the contestants here.)
I’m not too worried about the science questions – having a couple of teenage kids of my own, I’ve leaned to field these over the years (although “have you checked Wikipedia?” is probably not the most responsible answer there is). What really scares the pants off me though is the left-of-field questions – questions like “Pirates or Ninjas?”, “What color is a chameleon sitting on a mirror?” and – the cause of my panic attacks – “Why did the chicken cross the road?”!
I mean, why did the chicken cross the road? I don’t buy this “to get to the other side” business – how did the chicken know what a “road” was, never mind how it managed to consciously think to itself why it needed to be on the other side of it in the first place? It’s a chicken. It doesn’t think. It just does stuff!
How can a scientist be expected to answer questions like this?!
I think I’m going to fail…
…Actually, you’ve probably worked out by now that I’m going to have a blast with this!
I still suspect that it’s going to be fiendishly tough surviving ’till the end. But I’m really looking forward to the experience – chicken questions and all. What really excites me about the whole thing is that there will be 8000 teenagers who discover that scientists are ordinary people, and that the only thing that makes them “special” is that they are doing something they love and that they think has value.
That’s got to be worth an awful lot.
While the event’s running, anyone can check out the on-line conversations – and I would strongly encourage you to do so (you can follow the proceedings on the I’m A Scientist website, which will be updated closer to when things kick off on June 14). If the last event is anything to go by, you’ll find them inspiring, humbling, engaging, and totally, totally addictive.
In the meantime, I need to get into practice. Being one of the few participants not resident in the UK, I need to get my body used to the idea of 4:00 AM on-line chats (caffeine – and lots of it – I think). And I’ve already started my “Google speed-search” exercises for those occasional questions that temporarily stump me (actually, one of the great features of I’m A Scientist is students discovering that scientists don’t know everything).
Now, if only I could just nail that chicken question…
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I’m A Scientist, Get Me Out Of Here runs between June 14 – 25. You can follow the questions and answers at http://imascientist.org.uk/. You can also follow I’m A Scientist on Twitter: Sophia Collins, the producer, is @imascientist on Twitter; contestants on Twitter can be found here, and I’m A Scientist tweets will be using the hashtag #IAS2010
I am a sociologist. I have chickens. And they cross the road. As such, I have contemplated this very question of late.
I am tending towards the constructionist view that the road only has meaning — boudary, dangerous, for cars, etc — in the context of human culture. To a chicken it is no different than the land beside it except in its relative lack of edible matter. The other side is merely somewhere with more to eat.
They cross back because they know I feed them & provide shelter for the night (a scary time for prey animals like chickens).
HTH
I’m not a scientist or a philosopher and I think it’s pretty obvious why chickens cross the road, glad you have some evidence to support my hypothesis Jove!
Good luck Andrew, you will be great! I’d be inclined to be researching science jokes if I were you. Anyone who gives a teenager a good joke to fire at the teacher and impress classmates will go far!
Well done for volunteering, I really love this project.
A lifeline from my Sister in Law on chickens and roads:
http://philosophy.eserver.org/chicken.txt
Am feeling happier now 🙂
I love JoVE’s answer, but I suspect it wouldn’t get you very far with a class full of 13 year olds.
Here’s my advice http://project.imascientist.org.uk/2010/05/dont-panic-mor…our-scientists/
And I think Hilary is right about jokes…
Sorry, here’s the URL again http://project.imascientist.org.uk/2010/05/dont-panic-more-advice-for-our-scientists/
The chicken crossed the road because it was duct-taped to the squirrel, which was crossing the road in a fit of suicidal despair . See, the chicken did not have a choice. No worries. You will be a hit.
Hi Andrew,
Don’t be to harsh on yourself cause I think you’re the perfect type of scientist needed for this kind of program. I think this is a really great idea and I will look closely at how this is done. This might be a very good concept to export on the other side of the channel !
And if you need some support on some of the questions, I think there might be people here ready to help, including me.
Still one month to get ready…
Vincent
In reverse order:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
The thing you have to understand about chickens is, more than anything, they love old jokes. The chicken would have been absolutely mortified if the joke were ruined, so naturally it just had to uphold its end of the bargain.
The better question is, why was this ever considered funny in the first place?
What color is a chameleon sitting on a mirror?
Chameleon-colored, of course.
Pirates or Ninjas?
Hey, why not both?
HtH
Good Luck Andrew! I will look forward to reading more about it on your blog as you make your way through this superb event.
Congratulation Andrew, something to be proud off ..
Ghazwan
How can anyone say a chicken can cross a road in this day?
You cannibals all you think about is food?
The better question is why do you eat chickens Why does science a mockery of itself insulting the very presence of great thinkers!