11/09/2025
WTF?! Three simple letters but they mean a lot.
I’m not keen on posting too much, but when I launched True Radius I committed to one post a week. This will be the second time I’ve tickled the keyboard this week, 100% because this is a subject I care deeply about.
When the Ministry of Education announced curriculum changes for Year 11–13, dropping agribusiness, agriculture, and horticultural science as standalone subjects, I saw it as a betrayal of the sector I love.
I’m just a "scody old shearer’s son". I grew up heading to sheds with Dad, with limited exposure to farming through my grandfather’s farm on one side and my two uncles’ farms on the other. But my real exposure came between ages 8 -12, earning 50 cents an hour helping the old boy look after his 250 beehives scattered around North Canterbury after he’d finished shearing for the day.
In my first year at Rangiora High School, I took Ag. It was an interest, not a calling. But despite growing up in town, I developed an intense passion in farming. Before 14, I was rousying every school holiday for the local shearing gang (thank you Mr Toshach), milking three times a week after school and three times on weekends, plus working on a pig and poultry farm after weekend milkings. I was tired, I was dirty but I was happy.
Agriculture became a core subject right through my high school years and shaped the path I chose. The money was good I bought beer, ci******es, and a $10,000 car. Not bad from a $7/hour work life. But ultimately, it wasn’t the money that attracted me. School finished and the sector became my career. It was the farming., it was the people., it was the industry and the sector as a whole.
So after 30-odd years of selling, seducing, soliciting, and farming within the primary sector, hearing this news was disappointing. It seems driven by that familiar urban-centric lens. To me, it’s not just about the loss of those who may have been enthusiastic labour in the sector. It’s not just a loss for students already passionate about our primary industries.
It’s a loss for the curious ones from urban backgrounds who might’ve discovered a future they didn’t know existed. It’s a loss for those who could be inspired.
It’s one hell of a loss in the future for someone who was once maybe be me.