The Balliol Annual Record 2010, and some late Christmas Cards, arrived on our doorstep this morning.
The Balliol Annual Record, the print version of LinkedIN or even Facebook, has had its day; it was a few months late, which hints at its demise. The news is thin, I’m in touch with College Alumni through LinkedIN in particular, Facebook a little bit – even Friends Reunited.
Every word that I read here should be online, I dare say it is.
I shall therefore vacuum pack this issue in the belief that it has to be the last.
Not even my father in law has a word and he’s been contributing for the best part of 60 years. I’ll see him in a few hours time and ask about this. I’m inclined to podcast him too, I have some questions regarding the migration of his School for Leaders to an online course – or at least modules that can be enjoyed largely when and where you wish. At 85 it is staggering how engaged he is with the new technology and what it can achieve.
Looking forward to how the OU reinvents itself on 2011; I know things are afoot.
If anyone reading this has a foot in the door I’d love to come in and do what I do best – stand back, observe, contemplate, then offer ideas from a rich and variegated career.
P.S. a spellcheck that doesn’t recognise Facebook as a word is due for the scrap heap. Surely the OU can tie in to the OED??
Collating evidence for H808 ECA. Interestingly, in a parallele existence, I’d say that all the criteria I meet for H08 I have duplicated in Plenck and the LinkedIN Oxford Alumni E-learning group.
What I learn from engagement with like-minded enthusiasts is already outweighing what I am learning from this course; is this par for the course?
How come I know people who will be or are more qualified than the MA ODE can offer without ever having gone through these hoops?
Meanwhile, for reasons only known to her, I have read and chewed on a book from a psychoanalyst on the dilemma and trauma of the English School boarding school boy. I was packed off age 7 years 11 months and after a few aborted Colditz-like escapes got out age 16 years and 9 months.
I’ve been dealing with the fallout these last 18 months. My wish?
That I’d never, never, ever been sent away to boarding school.
Forty years on I am trying to undo the damage the places did to me.
‘Sausage machine’ is a good term for it … the brutal bullying without anyone to turn to is something else. And yes, I had to fag and got out because I had no desire to be put in the position as a Public School Prefect (and for a variety of other reasons, including being told I could not take Art, would have to play rugger over swimming, could play the lead in Macbeth if I cuddled the new English Teacher and would not have a girlfriend until I got to my gap year or university).
Oh, and I hated the House Master and his assistant who were clueless dimwits who could never have held down a job outside the system.
These places in the 70s still expected to churn out obedient servants for the Armed Services, or the Civil Service or the Colonial Service … to feed the public school need for staff.
This or your Pater & Mater owned most of Northumberland or Sunderland so education would be the only little bit of suffering you needed to endure before you could be ejected as a Prefect ready to be prefectorial over your minions.
My mission for 2011? Campaign to close all public schools; the current scam whereby they retain Charitable Status if the most laughable abuse of power, quite as bad as MP’s expenses as a challenge to ‘the way things are done.’