Government of Canada cancels NSERC Research Tools & Instruments Program
If you’re a part of the scientific community, from bench scientists to professors, from administrators to academics, you have at least heard of the Natural Science and Engineering Research Council of Canada (NSERC). You also know how many people across Canada depend on NSERC grants to move forward with their research ambitions. News broke today that the Federal Government, in attempt to balance budgets, is cancelling the RTI grants program and holding one last competition in 2013 (at reduced funding none the less).
uWaterloo is academic institution that prides itself on innovation and discovery in many different areas of research but especially the natural sciences and engineering. Like many other institutions, UW’s grad students, and researchers are extremely dependent on NSERC grants to ensure that they have the latest technologies to keep their research up to date, relevant, and ground-breaking.
I understand the need to balance budgets, especially in a fragile economy. What I don’t understand is the need to cancel this program completely. Reduced funding is one thing. Sure it’s not ideal, but money is still money and that money still helps. Cutting it out completely? How can that be justified? Our students can’t find jobs, they can’t get funding. What is it that they’re supposed to do?
This is a ripple that will be felt for quite some time across a variety of fields and is so unbelievably unfortunate.
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