Some more feedback for my work-readiness service provider. They only accept 500 characters at a time, so I had to split it up.

I was walking across the Coffs campus at lunchtime, and you'd never guess who came up to me: John bloody Anderson, banging on about libertarianism and free thought. I got rid of him by saying I thought I saw Paddy McGuiness beckoning to him from an alcove in A Block. Then, wouldn't you know it, Germaine Greer collared me, and I'd still be stuck with her now if she hadn't seen Clive James and Barry Humphries coming out of the cafeteria…

…and rounded on them in response to some perceived satire-related slight. I skirted that ugly confrontation only to be stopped by Peter Singer, who in the service of the greatest happiness to the greatest number, wanted to know what I intended to eat for lunch. I said that I was planning to buy something from the cafeteria, and that therefore the question of happiness did not apply. Fortunately I perceived David Chalmers leaving the gents with the ineffable qualia of wet hands, and…

…sensing an opportunity to offload ethical dilemmas, drew him into our discussion. Forget consciousness, I said, the really hard problem is identifying the grey matter in the pasta. So my question is: how can we ever be expected to become flexibly work-ready, and meet the demands of the 21st century employment market, if we continue to be burdened by Australia's remarkable intellectual heritage? Yes, SCUs range of courses and methods of delivery are dumb, but I fear they are not dumb enough.