Public Sector Strikes, the Clouds of Doom and My Journalism Portfolio
Today is the day of the public sector strikes. Workers all across the country are walking out in protest against the government's proposed pension reforms - reforms which come on top of a pay freeze that means they're already getting less money for their efforts.
I've already done a piece for the Star covering the National Union of Teachers (NUT) strike - which, according to Steven, shows that they're able to trust me now with the big, national news that also has a local impact. Today, they've asked me to spend my morning waffling about St Helens town centre to see if I can find any picket lines where people are willing to talk to me.
There's the Job Centre and the Magistrates' Court that I know about. There may be some activity outside the town hall or Central Library. I'll get no joy at the few schools in the immediate vicinity as all the teachers striking are attending a mass rally in Liverpool - all the Merseyside teachers are coming together as one to make themselves heard, and from what Patrick White of the St Helens NUT told me, their message is strong and clear: these strikes aren't just about teachers going 'me me me'; the financial benefits of teaching are one of the things that draw quality people in. Take those benefits away and potentially good teachers will be put off. A local university that's known for producing excellent teachers has already put its tuition fees up to £9000, which can only be a deterrent. So, you put off quality teachers, what happens? The quality of education as a whole declines.
Of course, you could then argue that the best of the best will be the people who don't care about tuition fees or the changes to pensions. The very top-quality teachers will work because they love the job - teach to teach, not for the pension or pay. But will there be enough people out there of this sentiment? And don't top-quality teachers deserve a good pension for their contribution to society?
As I write this, evil-looking clouds are rolling in. They bloody well would on the one day I'll be waffling about town for a few hours! Apparently it was pissing it down at four in the morning - well, I missed that. And it still feels as stuffy in the house as it did last night, before the rain.
I was still up quite late last night. Aforementioned Steven also recommended that I sort all my articles into some kind of portfolio, rather than letting whole newspapers pile up in my room as I was doing and as he apparently did when he first started. So, last night I sat myself down, gathered together every single newspaper I have and made a start in a spare notepad of mine, a double-page spread for each week. A few papers are missing but I could always ask for copies in work or see if I've left them on my desk, as I have a second and smaller pile of St Helens Star issues piling up there. As well as a pile of old Metros behind my computer monitor that seriously need chucking.
Those dark clouds are even darker now, and in the exact same place where yesterday I saw the DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY, OH MY GOD IT'S SO INTENSE. Alas, it's not even starting to look like a single rainbow, and so I am sad.
I've already done a piece for the Star covering the National Union of Teachers (NUT) strike - which, according to Steven, shows that they're able to trust me now with the big, national news that also has a local impact. Today, they've asked me to spend my morning waffling about St Helens town centre to see if I can find any picket lines where people are willing to talk to me.
There's the Job Centre and the Magistrates' Court that I know about. There may be some activity outside the town hall or Central Library. I'll get no joy at the few schools in the immediate vicinity as all the teachers striking are attending a mass rally in Liverpool - all the Merseyside teachers are coming together as one to make themselves heard, and from what Patrick White of the St Helens NUT told me, their message is strong and clear: these strikes aren't just about teachers going 'me me me'; the financial benefits of teaching are one of the things that draw quality people in. Take those benefits away and potentially good teachers will be put off. A local university that's known for producing excellent teachers has already put its tuition fees up to £9000, which can only be a deterrent. So, you put off quality teachers, what happens? The quality of education as a whole declines.
Of course, you could then argue that the best of the best will be the people who don't care about tuition fees or the changes to pensions. The very top-quality teachers will work because they love the job - teach to teach, not for the pension or pay. But will there be enough people out there of this sentiment? And don't top-quality teachers deserve a good pension for their contribution to society?
As I write this, evil-looking clouds are rolling in. They bloody well would on the one day I'll be waffling about town for a few hours! Apparently it was pissing it down at four in the morning - well, I missed that. And it still feels as stuffy in the house as it did last night, before the rain.
I was still up quite late last night. Aforementioned Steven also recommended that I sort all my articles into some kind of portfolio, rather than letting whole newspapers pile up in my room as I was doing and as he apparently did when he first started. So, last night I sat myself down, gathered together every single newspaper I have and made a start in a spare notepad of mine, a double-page spread for each week. A few papers are missing but I could always ask for copies in work or see if I've left them on my desk, as I have a second and smaller pile of St Helens Star issues piling up there. As well as a pile of old Metros behind my computer monitor that seriously need chucking.
Those dark clouds are even darker now, and in the exact same place where yesterday I saw the DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY, OH MY GOD IT'S SO INTENSE. Alas, it's not even starting to look like a single rainbow, and so I am sad.