19 November 2008

So tell us more about you - Education

19 November 2008 | By johnboy

So, the more we know about RiotACT readers the more advertising we can sell which, in the long run, means more and better content for you to consume and argue about.

Today we’d like to know about the educational achievements of RiotACT readers:

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farnarkler10:51 am 29 Nov 08

Finished yr 12 in 1987, eleven years in the plebs and ten years here in UK in private industry. Nothing amazing but kept me off the streets.

p112:23 pm 20 Nov 08

Yeah el, I did notice that. Although as JB suggests, you do a TAFE component, so it is essentially a Diploma.

johnboy11:53 am 20 Nov 08

I’d file a trade certificate under Diploma myself.

el11:42 am 20 Nov 08

Irrelevant to the poll anyway p1 – trades aren’t deemed as ‘education’ it would seem.

p111:34 am 20 Nov 08

The life experience gained by plenty of mechanics during their apprenticeship can be just as limited. As you say, there are a variety of people in every occupational subset of the community

NoAddedMSG11:17 am 20 Nov 08

I get irritated by people who assume that extended stay at uni = textbook knowledge only/no life experience. Maybe it does for some, but hey, you can find sheltered individuals in all walks of life.

Granny10:33 am 20 Nov 08

Well, I don’t know how old, do I? You could be in nappies for all I know.

*guffaw*

Jim Jones10:26 am 20 Nov 08

How do you know how old I am, Granny?

It’s the thirtieth anniversary of Jonestown today, so I could be very very old.

Granny10:16 am 20 Nov 08

I am pretty sure I would have been a class or twenty ahead of you!

*chuckle*

Jim Jones10:13 am 20 Nov 08

I thought I recognised you. We were in class together, remember unit 2 “Why those smartass egghead types are turning the country into immoral homosexuals”, with the guest lecture from Alan Jones?

Overheard5:17 pm 19 Nov 08

Sean78 said :

I gained my education via the ‘University of Hard Knocks’ while most have had to read about working class struggle and basic economics in text books.

At the age of Ten I met one of my grandfathers, an Alcoholic and homeless vagabond of Parramatta Park. It was one of the most chilling experiences of my life.

I would gain my first job at the age of twelve as a paper boy for the Daily Mirror, if only I knew what I was doing at such young and tender age-delivering propaganda for private enterprise. The media is the opiate of the people.

At the age of thirteen I was diagnosed with a benign ‘something’ astrocetoma (a brain Tumour) fortunately our nation then had a world class health system and I learnt the importance of universal health care.

I never thought much of school or the repetitious garbage that was peddled to indoctrinate the young and vulnerable, in my opinion two thirds of what is in the curriculum is rubbish and the truth shall set you free.

After High School I began my working life as an Apprentice Plumber, sifting through the remnants and shoveling the shit of other people. I very quickly learnt when others were full of it and had no qualms in letting them know when theres stank!

However life is not perfect.

Having been unable to finish my trade I found myself enlisted in the Australian Army, I had intended to finish my trade unfortunately I found myself in the Infantry, although I learnt a thing or two, Army life wasn’t for me.

The day I discharged I found employment on the Waterfront, that was 1997, in 1998 I transferred to the Port of Newcastle and in April became embroiled in one of the most covert and bitter industrial disputes this nation would ever anticipate aided by a despotic Government that would have the nation believe that they had a mandate for reform.

Now anyone can assert that something is unproductive if they never declare their method of calculation and this is what the Government did, the Government made comparison between Singapore, the center of world trade and the most advanced Port in the world and Sydney, a Port that still operates portainer cranes manufactured in 1967 and that are obsolete, nor did they inform the public of the machinery and equipment that is driven into the ground rather then overhaul with maintenance programs or fact that the International Shipping Industry recognises that two twenty foot containers loaded or discharged simultaneously as two moves-as is a forty foot container.

Old man Howard made it up as he went along aided by ‘Conservative Organ grinders’.

But enough of that. I was fortunate enough to have met Kim ‘Bomber’ Beazley on the picket line and it was because of a simple question that he asked which would lead to my involvement in politics. I would later become endorsed as a Federal Labor candidate.

Having relocated back to Queensland after the closure of Newcastles BHP I watched my grandfather fall terminally ill, I also witnessed the cold heartedness of private health care, in that at first they refused him treatment.

(I guess profits are more important).

Having crashed and burned I later moved interstate and now work at Port Botany for a ‘good Corporate citizen’ as a Stevedore and contrary to what people say I can certainly attest that a callus is a blister on the hand and not some kind of exotic sea-food served as an entre.

Working on the waterfront we are able to gauge the strength of the economy-we know what comes in and what goes out, we know when consumers are spending and when Governments are peddling rubbish.

So where to from here?

At later stage I will definitely run again for pre-selection so keep your eyes peeled!

Suddenly I feel so….. succinct!

Sean783:09 pm 19 Nov 08

I gained my education via the ‘University of Hard Knocks’ while most have had to read about working class struggle and basic economics in text books.

At the age of Ten I met one of my grandfathers, an Alcoholic and homeless vagabond of Parramatta Park. It was one of the most chilling experiences of my life.

I would gain my first job at the age of twelve as a paper boy for the Daily Mirror, if only I knew what I was doing at such young and tender age-delivering propaganda for private enterprise. The media is the opiate of the people.

At the age of thirteen I was diagnosed with a benign ‘something’ astrocetoma (a brain Tumour) fortunately our nation then had a world class health system and I learnt the importance of universal health care.

I never thought much of school or the repetitious garbage that was peddled to indoctrinate the young and vulnerable, in my opinion two thirds of what is in the curriculum is rubbish and the truth shall set you free.

After High School I began my working life as an Apprentice Plumber, sifting through the remnants and shoveling the shit of other people. I very quickly learnt when others were full of it and had no qualms in letting them know when theres stank!

However life is not perfect.

Having been unable to finish my trade I found myself enlisted in the Australian Army, I had intended to finish my trade unfortunately I found myself in the Infantry, although I learnt a thing or two, Army life wasn’t for me.

The day I discharged I found employment on the Waterfront, that was 1997, in 1998 I transferred to the Port of Newcastle and in April became embroiled in one of the most covert and bitter industrial disputes this nation would ever anticipate aided by a despotic Government that would have the nation believe that they had a mandate for reform.

Now anyone can assert that something is unproductive if they never declare their method of calculation and this is what the Government did, the Government made comparison between Singapore, the center of world trade and the most advanced Port in the world and Sydney, a Port that still operates portainer cranes manufactured in 1967 and that are obsolete, nor did they inform the public of the machinery and equipment that is driven into the ground rather then overhaul with maintenance programs or fact that the International Shipping Industry recognises that two twenty foot containers loaded or discharged simultaneously as two moves-as is a forty foot container.

Old man Howard made it up as he went along aided by ‘Conservative Organ grinders’.

But enough of that. I was fortunate enough to have met Kim ‘Bomber’ Beazley on the picket line and it was because of a simple question that he asked which would lead to my involvement in politics. I would later become endorsed as a Federal Labor candidate.

Having relocated back to Queensland after the closure of Newcastles BHP I watched my grandfather fall terminally ill, I also witnessed the cold heartedness of private health care, in that at first they refused him treatment.

(I guess profits are more important).

Having crashed and burned I later moved interstate and now work at Port Botany for a ‘good Corporate citizen’ as a Stevedore and contrary to what people say I can certainly attest that a callus is a blister on the hand and not some kind of exotic sea-food served as an entre.

Working on the waterfront we are able to gauge the strength of the economy-we know what comes in and what goes out, we know when consumers are spending and when Governments are peddling rubbish.

So where to from here?

At later stage I will definitely run again for pre-selection so keep your eyes peeled!