WARNING – this post has rough language. If you are offended by coarse curse words, you will be offended here. Better leave now. You can always read one of my poems – there are smoother, genteel phrases amongst them. I have worked in geology and engineering for nearly 40 years; mostly with men, in the…
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What THEY Didn’t Teach Me in Engineering School
I left the University of British Columbia in 1978, so long enough ago that I have only a hazy recollection of the courses, exams, assignments and other hurdles I had to leap over to earn a degree in Geological Engineering. I remember little of what I was taught by THEM, but THEMselves I recall as…
E. Medley, Al., Pha., Bet., So., Up.
I have a lot of initials. If I was a better Brit than I am, I would string the alphabet soup behind my name like this: Edmund Medley, BASc (Brit Columbia) , MS (Berkeley), PhD (Berkeley), PE (CA), PE (HI), PG (CA), CEG (HI), D.GE (USA), F.ASCE (USA), P.Eng (BC), P. Geo (BC), C.Eng, MICE…
Drs: Suck Your Lollipops
Last Sunday Pablo S. called me to tell me that he is now Dr. Pablo. And he thanked me for steering him firmly to his PhD in Civil Engineering at Stanford University. It was sweet of him to thank me for encouraging him. He is shy to use the Dr. bit but I told him…