Whoever Gives a Job to a Historian?
Jean Calvin 1509-1564 I heard these words in passing, as we History Honours students huddled together in a corridor at university, attired in hired gowns over best dresses/suits and clutching the mortar boards which we would be entitled to wear in a few minutes' time, after graduation. Just one of us had a job offer, the louse from my Reformation in Europe course, who, immediately before finals, had dumped his girlfriend of two years and was now going out with her best friend. He had a management job with a shoe company. Of the rest, a large proportion were about to start PGCE courses. After spending most of my final year studying the Reformation in intense detail and writing a thesis about its impact in the Midlands, I was about to begin a secretarial qualification (a ‘postgraduate’ secretarial qualification, as if this made it any better). This was how I began my circuitous career path towards teaching computing, because - really and truly - no emplo...