STEPS - Library - Central Queensland University
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Part Four: Student transformations<br />
Nothing is impossible<br />
Chris Daly<br />
The day I made my maths teacher walk out the room crying, I knew I had<br />
gone too far. However, I hated the way she taught and could not cope any<br />
longer. Besides, there was always heaps of work to do on the farm, and,<br />
being a cocky teenager, I knew what was best for me. So, after being given<br />
yet another 'six of the best', I told the principal that he did not have to worry<br />
about me returning to school. I mean, why bother. I only used to go to<br />
school two or three days a week anyway. But I wasn't always bad. I used to<br />
make my classmates laugh too. I used to tie the fan blades to the window<br />
sill or tie my maths teacher’s chair to the table, or once, I even put a rubber<br />
snake in her top drawer. Those days were really funny — or so I thought.<br />
So after working on the farm, then getting a job in the Post Office, at the<br />
ripe old age of 39 I decided on a career change. But where was I going to<br />
school? It was here that I realised, 'Struth! I haven't got any formal<br />
education to get me into university.’ I had worked my way up from being a<br />
postman to managing the Biloela Post Office, but had not gained any<br />
tertiary degree throughout my life. By a stroke of luck, my younger sister,<br />
who is a teacher in Moranbah, rang me one night to have a chat. It was<br />
during this chat that she mentioned the <strong>STEPS</strong> program run through CQU.<br />
But I lived in Biloela. So was I to move to Rockhampton to do this<br />
program? She offered to assist me so I think that is what persuaded me to<br />
ring up and find out about it. I rang the Gladstone campus and spoke to<br />
Lynne Campbell, who advised me that an information night was to be held<br />
that night in Gladstone. I umm’d and ahh’d about it, jumped in the ute and<br />
took off to Gladstone for the evening. On the way over, I was<br />
contemplating what would be talked about. What information would I have<br />
to tell them? Would they know about me crashing into the hearse while<br />
delivering mail in Mount Isa? About losing the mail when I skidded into the<br />
lake, on the postie bike in Townsville? Or worse still, when I upset my<br />
maths teacher, Mrs O'Connor? All of these 'incidences' were going through<br />
my mind on the trip over.<br />
When I got there, things weren't so bad. There was a bit of tucker on the<br />
table, a cup of tea for everyone and a questionnaire for everyone to fill out.<br />
I hoped there wasn't a section to explain why I had not completed school. If<br />
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