Showing posts with label tertiary education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tertiary education. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2011

Mission accomplished

We made it..


Lots of bags - it is only what you can carry so wheels a must - although this one lost both wheels in the rescue
The view from the stairs to the other side of the building - they had lights!!!
The view back down the foyer from the 4th floor -
not sure where the debris was from but didn't appear to be the ceiling above
Sardine effect on the lift door on our floor...
Entering the access point to our office
From the door.. the other two see it for the first time
My desk, and haven at the time - amazing the laptop sailed through it all safely

We managed to retrieve lots... but in the end we also had to leave heaps. I just couldn't find a few things on my list as they are buried in the mounds of paper, or in drawers I didn't get to... but as far as we can see, we can function with what we have for a while.  Perhaps we can make another rescue attempt later if the building repairs are held up, but the tower is not in imminent danger of collapse and has passed engineers reports.  I can't imagine how hard it must be to do this in your home.. it is truly hard to think clearly as everything is not where it should be - there is no order, just chaos and mess to find things. Never even saw my camera.... the trusty iPhone has been doing the job instead for the last month.

I didn't look up at the ceiling in the rush to grab things in our allotted 10 minutes but there was no glass through the papers. Some relief - there must have been power as the laptop was on!  No lights though... not in our side of the building.

A friend found this article full of excellent information and answers on the earthquakes ...

Just click on any picture to see it larger...
The height is related to the number of people affected in the area - the colour shows how intense the shaking was.... I was in the orange zone near the CTV building.



The vertical ground movement - I was in the zone Catholic Cathedral Grammar at work, and Shirley library zone is near our home. 

There is also a horizontal movement comparison in the article... It helps explain the violence, damage and liquefaction issue more clearly...

Well - feeling better now that is over...  :) 
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.




Mission accomplished

We made it..


Lots of bags - it is only what you can carry so wheels a must - although this one lost both wheels in the rescue
The view from the stairs to the other side of the building - they had lights!!!
The view back down the foyer from the 4th floor -
not sure where the debris was from but didn't appear to be the ceiling above
Sardine effect on the lift door on our floor...
Entering the access point to our office
From the door.. the other two see it for the first time
My desk, and haven at the time - amazing the laptop sailed through it all safely

We managed to retrieve lots... but in the end we also had to leave heaps. I just couldn't find a few things on my list as they are buried in the mounds of paper, or in drawers I didn't get to... but as far as we can see, we can function with what we have for a while.  Perhaps we can make another rescue attempt later if the building repairs are held up, but the tower is not in imminent danger of collapse and has passed engineers reports.  I can't imagine how hard it must be to do this in your home.. it is truly hard to think clearly as everything is not where it should be - there is no order, just chaos and mess to find things. Never even saw my camera.... the trusty iPhone has been doing the job instead for the last month.

I didn't look up at the ceiling in the rush to grab things in our allotted 10 minutes but there was no glass through the papers. Some relief - there must have been power as the laptop was on!  No lights though... not in our side of the building.

A friend found this article full of excellent information and answers on the earthquakes ...

Just click on any picture to see it larger...
The height is related to the number of people affected in the area - the colour shows how intense the shaking was.... I was in the orange zone near the CTV building.



The vertical ground movement - I was in the zone Catholic Cathedral Grammar at work, and Shirley library zone is near our home. 

There is also a horizontal movement comparison in the article... It helps explain the violence, damage and liquefaction issue more clearly...

Well - feeling better now that is over...  :) 
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.




New challenges

Thanks everyone.... had an interesting day trying to reorientate three classes in the dusty living space of a nearly finished relocatable house with no furniture. Such fun! At least it was sunny today and we often sat on the grass outside with the classes. The steady hammering of the construction class next door, the trains rumbling behind the house (felt like an aftershock), the steady traffic and sirens passing us on the adjacent road....  The distant golf club might have been a better option but at least we have bus access to this one for the students. My friend was worrying about access to a kettle for her night classes... as we stood at the "bar" in the kitchen, I decided we had our priorities wrong and coffee could easily be replaced with something stronger!

Knackered now.. must sleep for my exciting, early journey up the four flights of stairs tomorrow. So looking forward to re-entering the carnage with suitcases and backpacks.... apparently there are pickled embryos and tapeworms on the classroom floor which is a pain as I wanted the worms for teaching parasites. We also need the bandaging materials so it will all have to be crossed, slippery or not. I know my office is carpeted with text books and file boxes and paperwork, iced with smashed plastic light covers... maybe even glass if the fluorescent tubes shattered; I didn't look up again after sheltering from the deluge under the desk, so gardening gloves are in the bag. Might try and take pictures!

I hear that one of the lifts is cut open like a sardine can...  a lot of people were trapped for many hours in three of them, in the dark, through all the aftershocks. Makes the stairs seem quite attractive really, but when we consider how the stairs in the Forsyth Barr building pancaked down leaving everyone stranded we don't have enormous confidence in those either.  Our technician went up there today doing a grab session for her office and she said she found a restorative gin helpful afterwards... she was still a bit shaky. However, the engineers assure us the building is fine and once the clean up has been performed, and the lifts repaired, we will be back into our offices.  Most of the anxiety is mental and that is a personal journey we all have to work through. The whole city will have the same anxieties.

St Elmo's Court 
I ventured into the fringes of the cordon today, trying to find a way across the city to head North. It was like one of those mazes. Get quite a long way and then there was a cordon; nice army men waving me back. Up and down.. driving very slowly as I took in the scenery, jaw dropping, aghast.  Pictures are not as much of a preparation for seeing it as I thought they would be. A caricature of reality. It just feels so wrong, so savage.  I saw the Arts Centre, St Elmo's Court being demolished,  Cranmer Square, the trees lost in Hagley Park...I finally circled right round the park to get north. I would probably have cried but was just too tired and drained to bother.  It doesn't help.
It could be worse.






New challenges

Thanks everyone.... had an interesting day trying to reorientate three classes in the dusty living space of a nearly finished relocatable house with no furniture. Such fun! At least it was sunny today and we often sat on the grass outside with the classes. The steady hammering of the construction class next door, the trains rumbling behind the house (felt like an aftershock), the steady traffic and sirens passing us on the adjacent road....  The distant golf club might have been a better option but at least we have bus access to this one for the students. My friend was worrying about access to a kettle for her night classes... as we stood at the "bar" in the kitchen, I decided we had our priorities wrong and coffee could easily be replaced with something stronger!

Knackered now.. must sleep for my exciting, early journey up the four flights of stairs tomorrow. So looking forward to re-entering the carnage with suitcases and backpacks.... apparently there are pickled embryos and tapeworms on the classroom floor which is a pain as I wanted the worms for teaching parasites. We also need the bandaging materials so it will all have to be crossed, slippery or not. I know my office is carpeted with text books and file boxes and paperwork, iced with smashed plastic light covers... maybe even glass if the fluorescent tubes shattered; I didn't look up again after sheltering from the deluge under the desk, so gardening gloves are in the bag. Might try and take pictures!

I hear that one of the lifts is cut open like a sardine can...  a lot of people were trapped for many hours in three of them, in the dark, through all the aftershocks. Makes the stairs seem quite attractive really, but when we consider how the stairs in the Forsyth Barr building pancaked down leaving everyone stranded we don't have enormous confidence in those either.  Our technician went up there today doing a grab session for her office and she said she found a restorative gin helpful afterwards... she was still a bit shaky. However, the engineers assure us the building is fine and once the clean up has been performed, and the lifts repaired, we will be back into our offices.  Most of the anxiety is mental and that is a personal journey we all have to work through. The whole city will have the same anxieties.

St Elmo's Court 
I ventured into the fringes of the cordon today, trying to find a way across the city to head North. It was like one of those mazes. Get quite a long way and then there was a cordon; nice army men waving me back. Up and down.. driving very slowly as I took in the scenery, jaw dropping, aghast.  Pictures are not as much of a preparation for seeing it as I thought they would be. A caricature of reality. It just feels so wrong, so savage.  I saw the Arts Centre, St Elmo's Court being demolished,  Cranmer Square, the trees lost in Hagley Park...I finally circled right round the park to get north. I would probably have cried but was just too tired and drained to bother.  It doesn't help.
It could be worse.






Monday, August 31, 2009

Twelve years of vet nursing education in Christchurch, New Zealand

When I lived in the far north of New Zealand, Whangarei, I had a dream that I would get a job teaching vet nurses. Our practice often had students who were doing their training by correspondence and I loved helping them. Also, in those days, many of our vet nurses were employed and we then trained them on the job. What was most distressing to me was the appalling way they were often treated - and as the only female vet in the practices I worked at, I often landed up as the go between when they had been treated unfairly. The injustice always concerned me as these wonderful people were a vital part of the practice, supporting the clients and the vets, as well as nursing the animals and the other 1001 tasks they are expected to do. They do not deserve to be yelled at, diminished and left crying in a cage room! I wanted to improve their employment conditions and make them valued members of the practice!

After investigating the possibility of living back in Auckland, where I knew there was a chance of getting work training vet nurses at what is now Unitec, we soon realised there were too many issues about living back there and relocated to the South Island, spending three wonderful years in Queenstown before arriving in Christchurch in July 1997. As soon as I had the children settled into schools, I went looking for some locum work, and was stunned to discover the local polytech was looking for someone to run the new National Qualification in Vet Nursing! Wow.. my reaction was - you mean they do it south of Auckland!!!!

Twelve years ago this week, they flew me down to Dunedin (felt so strange to be that close to Queenstown again within a month of moving north!) to learn from my mentor and good friend, Terry Marler, who was the first in New Zealand to run the new vet nursing course at Otago Polytechnic. The date is indelibly etched in my mind because it was the week that Princess Diana died and I spent it learning everything I could by day, and watching CNN news all night in the hotel...hardly sleeping because of the time difference.

I returned to what was probably the strangest few months of my life. I was employed half time as a vet, and the rest planning what was needed for the new programme, all with four children aged between 6 and 14. I attended a workplace assessment training course, and I remember the same feeling of a light going on that I got when I first decided to be a vet. It was exhilarating to be back with people, learning. The bubble burst for a while when the staff were so negative... scathing that a vet had been employed to run the programme with no teaching background... I spent some time at my desk getting my head around all the new jargon and requirements, occasionally crying in frustration and exhaustion! Gradually I figured out what was needed and started the programme with 20 real students and two fantastic part time vets to help. I ate and slept that course every spare moment, writing every assessment, upgrading handouts and teaching. All in 20 hours a week - yeah right!!!!

It was a sweet moment four months into the course when we had a visit from the National Accreditors. My bosses put on suits. Everyone, staff, students, clinics were interviewed. All the written material was scrutinised. We passed... they cracked champagne and toasted me!! I realised they were surprised. That there had in fact been some expectation I might fail. Not only did we pass, but there was nothing I had to do better! Highly unusual apparently. The only thing expected was the polytech was advised it was unrealistic for expecting me to do it all in 20 hrs a week, and that I was to be given more hours, more pay, and more assistants!!! The staff who had belittled me apologised. Hey - that champagne started to taste better and better. With that wonderful gift of hindsight, I do realise what a gamble they took; that those staff were right to be concerned about my lack of teaching knowledge and skill, and that the pressure on me was probably unfair. It does not happen today - stringent interviews and requirements are now in place. I still get to work with both of the wonderful vets, Cath and Francesca, who helped me through that first year, both still working for our wonderful clinic , that teaches the students.

 
Francesca also still teaches with me today and is running her own website - The Pet Hub..


Since then, as part of our philosophy of life long learning, I have completed my adult teaching certificate, and am now working on my diploma and post grad online education papers.




To the first class of 20, some of them pictured above, we have added new programmes; this year we have had 130 students training with us, and in a couple of years, we will be offering the diploma in vet nursing... steady expansion.


It has also been a pleasure to be involved with the New Zealand Veterinary Association, to oversee the training of para veterinary staff in New Zealand on a national level, working closely with the NZ Veterinary Nursing Association, many animal industries, other vets and training providers all over the country.

We work with the Agriculture Industry Training Organisation to write the National Qualifications in Animal Care and Handling. As providers, we get together evey year and share goals and ideas.

See Terry Marler - front row :) 2004


 and 2006


This year it was in Rotorua.


I have made so many friends and enjoyed some fantastic times with them all. It has been a privilege to be involved, to feel part of such an exciting industry, and to have made a contribution, as I always wanted to all those years ago.

Have I made a difference? Truly improving their employment conditions will take many years yet, but I hope I have been part of the process that is making it happen :)

Twelve years of vet nursing education in Christchurch, New Zealand

When I lived in the far north of New Zealand, Whangarei, I had a dream that I would get a job teaching vet nurses. Our practice often had students who were doing their training by correspondence and I loved helping them. Also, in those days, many of our vet nurses were employed and we then trained them on the job. What was most distressing to me was the appalling way they were often treated - and as the only female vet in the practices I worked at, I often landed up as the go between when they had been treated unfairly. The injustice always concerned me as these wonderful people were a vital part of the practice, supporting the clients and the vets, as well as nursing the animals and the other 1001 tasks they are expected to do. They do not deserve to be yelled at, diminished and left crying in a cage room! I wanted to improve their employment conditions and make them valued members of the practice!

After investigating the possibility of living back in Auckland, where I knew there was a chance of getting work training vet nurses at what is now Unitec, we soon realised there were too many issues about living back there and relocated to the South Island, spending three wonderful years in Queenstown before arriving in Christchurch in July 1997. As soon as I had the children settled into schools, I went looking for some locum work, and was stunned to discover the local polytech was looking for someone to run the new National Qualification in Vet Nursing! Wow.. my reaction was - you mean they do it south of Auckland!!!!

Twelve years ago this week, they flew me down to Dunedin (felt so strange to be that close to Queenstown again within a month of moving north!) to learn from my mentor and good friend, Terry Marler, who was the first in New Zealand to run the new vet nursing course at Otago Polytechnic. The date is indelibly etched in my mind because it was the week that Princess Diana died and I spent it learning everything I could by day, and watching CNN news all night in the hotel...hardly sleeping because of the time difference.

I returned to what was probably the strangest few months of my life. I was employed half time as a vet, and the rest planning what was needed for the new programme, all with four children aged between 6 and 14. I attended a workplace assessment training course, and I remember the same feeling of a light going on that I got when I first decided to be a vet. It was exhilarating to be back with people, learning. The bubble burst for a while when the staff were so negative... scathing that a vet had been employed to run the programme with no teaching background... I spent some time at my desk getting my head around all the new jargon and requirements, occasionally crying in frustration and exhaustion! Gradually I figured out what was needed and started the programme with 20 real students and two fantastic part time vets to help. I ate and slept that course every spare moment, writing every assessment, upgrading handouts and teaching. All in 20 hours a week - yeah right!!!!

It was a sweet moment four months into the course when we had a visit from the National Accreditors. My bosses put on suits. Everyone, staff, students, clinics were interviewed. All the written material was scrutinised. We passed... they cracked champagne and toasted me!! I realised they were surprised. That there had in fact been some expectation I might fail. Not only did we pass, but there was nothing I had to do better! Highly unusual apparently. The only thing expected was the polytech was advised it was unrealistic for expecting me to do it all in 20 hrs a week, and that I was to be given more hours, more pay, and more assistants!!! The staff who had belittled me apologised. Hey - that champagne started to taste better and better. With that wonderful gift of hindsight, I do realise what a gamble they took; that those staff were right to be concerned about my lack of teaching knowledge and skill, and that the pressure on me was probably unfair. It does not happen today - stringent interviews and requirements are now in place. I still get to work with both of the wonderful vets, Cath and Francesca, who helped me through that first year, both still working for our wonderful clinic , that teaches the students.

 
Francesca also still teaches with me today and is running her own website - The Pet Hub..


Since then, as part of our philosophy of life long learning, I have completed my adult teaching certificate, and am now working on my diploma and post grad online education papers.




To the first class of 20, some of them pictured above, we have added new programmes; this year we have had 130 students training with us, and in a couple of years, we will be offering the diploma in vet nursing... steady expansion.


It has also been a pleasure to be involved with the New Zealand Veterinary Association, to oversee the training of para veterinary staff in New Zealand on a national level, working closely with the NZ Veterinary Nursing Association, many animal industries, other vets and training providers all over the country.

We work with the Agriculture Industry Training Organisation to write the National Qualifications in Animal Care and Handling. As providers, we get together evey year and share goals and ideas.

See Terry Marler - front row :) 2004


 and 2006


This year it was in Rotorua.


I have made so many friends and enjoyed some fantastic times with them all. It has been a privilege to be involved, to feel part of such an exciting industry, and to have made a contribution, as I always wanted to all those years ago.

Have I made a difference? Truly improving their employment conditions will take many years yet, but I hope I have been part of the process that is making it happen :)

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Graduation of Vet Nursing - Classes of 2008



We had a perfect day for it... another bunch who have flown the nest and are making their mark on the world. I worked out it is the 14th time I have attended a polytech graduation; 12 times for the classes I teach, once for my own teaching qualification and on one special day, when my son and daughter both graduated. I have also been able to go to three university ones, originally when I received my own veterinary degree, and more recently for my son who has now graduated twice. It has been interesting to compare events, although barring some minor technical variations, to be honest, there is little difference. Graduations everywhere in the world, whether in America leaving high school, or completing a degree or post grad studies elsewhere, are all about recognition of achievement after a spell of hard work. The students can all take pride in reaching the milestone; their parents can revel in the pleasure of their offspring wearing strange robes and hats and colourful regalia and being applauded for their achievements... and in my case, it was great to be watching without the disproportionate fear associated with watching them perform. You know, just in case they forget their lines or fall over....wait - no that fear was still there!


Anyway - I do enjoy watching their smiles, the gathering and laughter as the class meets up again, the colourful procession through the city, along the river to the Town Hall, led by the piper.

The historic Arts Centre, where we meet before the procession


The academic procession enters the Town Hall first, with the Mace, and then, when they are safely on stage, the Karanaga (Maori caller) , and the Kapa haka group welcome the graduands as they process in.  Quite hair raising it is too!




The formal awarding of the qualifications to the graduates and capping of the degree holders is interrupted at half time for a stirring talk from a visiting notary. We have had quite a mixture over the years.. including Dick Hubbard, Joe Bennett and this year, John Campbell.


Finally, we gather for photos, usually out by the fountains...


Just so you don't think we let the formality of the occasion blind us completely to the fact that our friends and students return to see us, in fact this year, one came back from Mexico... we had a wonderful night at The Mexican Cafe ( where else considering) the night before, and enjoyed a convivial brew with the students back at The Arts Centre's local Dux de Lux after...... always a great day.


(Check out other pix of Christchurch at David wall photos)

I am so proud of you all.... Congratulations and Bon Voyage.

Graduation of Vet Nursing - Classes of 2008



We had a perfect day for it... another bunch who have flown the nest and are making their mark on the world. I worked out it is the 14th time I have attended a polytech graduation; 12 times for the classes I teach, once for my own teaching qualification and on one special day, when my son and daughter both graduated. I have also been able to go to three university ones, originally when I received my own veterinary degree, and more recently for my son who has now graduated twice. It has been interesting to compare events, although barring some minor technical variations, to be honest, there is little difference. Graduations everywhere in the world, whether in America leaving high school, or completing a degree or post grad studies elsewhere, are all about recognition of achievement after a spell of hard work. The students can all take pride in reaching the milestone; their parents can revel in the pleasure of their offspring wearing strange robes and hats and colourful regalia and being applauded for their achievements... and in my case, it was great to be watching without the disproportionate fear associated with watching them perform. You know, just in case they forget their lines or fall over....wait - no that fear was still there!


Anyway - I do enjoy watching their smiles, the gathering and laughter as the class meets up again, the colourful procession through the city, along the river to the Town Hall, led by the piper.

The historic Arts Centre, where we meet before the procession


The academic procession enters the Town Hall first, with the Mace, and then, when they are safely on stage, the Karanaga (Maori caller) , and the Kapa haka group welcome the graduands as they process in.  Quite hair raising it is too!




The formal awarding of the qualifications to the graduates and capping of the degree holders is interrupted at half time for a stirring talk from a visiting notary. We have had quite a mixture over the years.. including Dick Hubbard, Joe Bennett and this year, John Campbell.


Finally, we gather for photos, usually out by the fountains...


Just so you don't think we let the formality of the occasion blind us completely to the fact that our friends and students return to see us, in fact this year, one came back from Mexico... we had a wonderful night at The Mexican Cafe ( where else considering) the night before, and enjoyed a convivial brew with the students back at The Arts Centre's local Dux de Lux after...... always a great day.


(Check out other pix of Christchurch at David wall photos)

I am so proud of you all.... Congratulations and Bon Voyage.