This book is founded on the idea that 'becoming' is the most useful defining concept for a new 'professional' class whose members understand that development in their working lives is an open-ended, lifelong process of refinement and learning.
In a world where being a 'professional' is an increasingly indistinct notion and where better education and technology are challenging 'professional' norms, it is imperative that we no longer think in terms of an exclusive, 'Anglo-American', knowledge-rich class of workers. Exploring the implications of this insight for professions including nursing, teaching, social work, engineering and the clergy, this volume aims to encourage informed debate on what it means to be a 'professional' in this globalised 21st century.
The book argues that 'becoming' a professional is a lifelong process in which individual professional identities are constructed through formal education, workplace interactions and popular culture. The book advocates the 'ongoingness' of developing a professional self throughout one's professional life. What emerges is a concept of becoming a professional different from the isolated, rugged, individualistic approach to traditional professional practice as represented in popular culture. It is a book for the reflective professional.
Introduction |Neenee came to the Big Island from Canada. I came here from Japan. I spent my first two years here just, you know, going to my classes, being a good girl, focusing on school. I really didn't have many friends, and that suited me fine. Then just this past September, I arrive for my first class, and who happens to want to sit at my favorite desk? Neenee! I've been coming to this same room for 2 years now, sitting at the same desk. This is my desk! So we got into a fight over it. I mean an all out actual fist fight. She tore half my clothes off. And as we rolled around on the floor of the classroom, all the boys cheering us on, what do you think happened? Neenee's thigh rubbed up against my pum.. I mean actually ground up against it. She had me pinned against the floor, and she was like trying to stoop up to punch me in the face or something, and 3 or four times her warm thigh like ground up into it. I lost all strength.. and needless to say lost the fight. She gave me my desk back though. And after class, we decided to find somewhere private.
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