For my last blog in this series, I have chosen to write about my lessons from being an entrepreneur. For most of my working life, I have either started businesses or worked for myself. In many ways, everyone works for themselves, trading their time for money. The difference with an

For as long as I have thought seriously about a career, I thought of being a psychologist. I have always been interested in understanding the brain and behaviour. My curiosity has led me down many spiritual, philosophical and scientific roads, searching for what it means to be human. However, the

I have been an active property investor since 2002. However, my love of property started much earlier than this; a passion evident in the story of my family home. The first house I brought was developed and built by my grandfather, Alfred Englert, who built the house for his wife,

My honours year was a turning point for how I thought about the prospects of being an academic. Up until that point in my life, my studies were simply a means to an end. I had various careers I was considering pursuing, and my time at university was the stepping

To finish this series of lessons I have learnt, I want to turn to my working life. I have worked from an early age and have broken my working life into three distinct phases. The first phase, which I will go into now, is part-time work. Working part-time, be it

Victoria University was my home away from home between 1991 and 2000. I returned to the education system following a gap year and approached my studies with renewed vigour. I felt privileged to get into University on a provisional entry as I had not completed the seventh form. Moreover, coming

Wellington College was a completely fresh start. My friends went to St Patrick's in Kilbirnie, and it felt like I was entering a completely new environment at my new school. I had no expectations, but a sense of excitement at the possibilities. I knew I would be catching up with

Intermediate school, the four years before one goes to college, was a formidable time of growth for me. Even though the bus ride to Wilton was no longer than twenty minutes (and was five minutes if we didn’t have to stop along the way), the journey created a clear demarcation

As a pracademic, it would be fair to say that I’m passionate about education. Human beings learn and adapt to their environment continually. Unlike other animals, we come out half-baked and spend the rest of our life pruning and wiring neurons in our brain in response to the process of