The Lucernian Magazine of Morongo Girls' College, Geelong Term 4, 1991.
CONTENTS 2. Editorial 3. Principal's Page 4. Staff 5. School Council Report 6. School Captain's Report 7. Morongo Student Council Report 8. The Boarding House 10. Sport 16. Music, Drama, Debating 20. Year by Year 26. Morongo in Comm'unity 28. Junior School 40. House Reports 52. Phoenix 64. Year 12 66. Valete .68. Old Collegians 72. Awards
•. • Vol. 6, No. 7. Photographer: G. Malcolm
EDITORIAL
LUCERNIAN COMMITTEE Back row L-R: Emma Jackman, Rachael Eddy, Diana Taylor, Hannah Lawrence, Cherie Lawler, Ruth Van Leerdam, Ann Shoebridge (editor) Irena Fitzsimon, Amanda Cox, Karen Lau, Katrina O'Grady, Jane McNaughton, Kate Meadows. Front row L-R: Fiona Bainbridge, Katie Saw, Chloe Plumridge, Katie Mayall, Chloe Alsop, Sarah Lamb. Alison Warrior.
`TO BE OR NOT TO BE'
The world and its choices are ours for as long as we live. So far in our lives we have had immediate choices such as tertiary courses, career paths or whether or not to eat a ten course meal. These are trivial matters in comparison to a problem we all confront — whether to conform to the group or stand alone and rebel.
to challenge and follow his convictions. Socrates, the great philosopher, if we consider him to be of sane mind, obeyed the law all his life. As he grew near the age of death he contradicted the law and was sentenced to death. He argued, saying it was an unjust sentence for he had always upheld the law, believing that we must have rules for the good of all. At the same time he knew the law was supreme. Martin Luther, the humble Augustinian friar, was a shining example of rebellion. He sought personal satisfaction and his faith in God drove him to speak against the unjust practices of the Roman Catholic Church, Luther's rebellion was personal yet had amazing effect upon the Christian world.
As the time approaches to move purposefully down our steps to the outside world we do not yet feel the powerful struggle between the pressure of our peers and individuality. For many it will be a grave contest of the mind. Insecure people may have individual thoughts stifled to the extent where they no longer exist and those who are weak simply turn into a state of confusion and submit themselves to further vulnerability.
The inevitable decision to break from school or family can be hurtful but the experience is all part of growth and developing independence. When the last days of childhood are firmly behind us, where comfort was around every corner and other people shouldered our guilt or blame, we should take heed of the advice given to us. Childhood influences are lifelong and are part of the qualities which gives us wisdom to know when to be part of the group and when to stand alone.
Peer pressure is a group feeling where choice-making is done within the boldness of a group — a strong sense of unity is instilled. The potency of unity is often the force which aggravates the rebels at heart. Rules and law don't necessarily have to be defied for one to be labelled a "rebel". Assertive citizens are prepared to question and challenge the ideas and actions of society at large. For instance the class member who questions a teacher's instructions can be a welcome and often intellectually fulfilling diversion.
What are we, students of Morongo, to be in the future? We would be wise to heed Polonius' advice, in "Hamlet". "This above all to thine own self be true". If we can do this, we surely will make wise choices.
So-called rebels who disobey the law seem to be extremely shortsighted, for law exists to protect the interests of society. The articulate rebel knows when to be part of the group at all times, or whether
Ann Shoebridge
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FROM THE PRINCIPAL The basic value, expressed in the actions of any Christian community, is love. Christian love is not a sentimental quality; it could possibly be described as just the opposite. It involves each member of the community in the very practical duty of helping others, of recognising and respecting the talents of others, of considering the rights of others. So it is in our school community, our school family. Two major events occur during term 3 each year which are clear demonstrations of this binding value, love. In the Senior School, over a period of four weeks, each House meets during lunchtimes and after school to rehearse its presentation for the annual House Music Drama Competition. Every member of each House is involved in the choir, play, recitation, dance, or instrumental component of the House's chosen theme. House staff attend rehearsals and may act as advisers, but the final presentation is the result of each girl participating and contributing her particular talent under the leadership of the House Captain and her committee. The day of the Competition is a day of celebration. All Houses, along with many parents and past students, gather in the Gertrude Pratt Assembly Hall. This is a day when the School family applauds the talents of its members, their originality, their creativeness, their dedication and perseverance coming to the fore as each presentation unfolds. The Junior School girls prepare for their production in a different way, each year level working with the direction of its Home Room Teacher. Love abounds in the relationships that unfold as they work and learn together through new and exciting experiences. The philosophy of Morongo is based on the two great Commandments of Christ, namely, that we love God with all our hearts, with all our souls, with all our minds, and with all our strength; and, that we love our neighbours as we love ourselves. It is this philosophy which permeates all components of the rich and varied programme in which the members of our school community participate. It is through providing opportunities for this love to be expressed on a daily basis, and not just on special occasions, that our school will be seen as a strong community, a community of the right values, and its members seen as responsible, caring individuals ready to make a valued and valuable contribution to the community beyond school.
Judith M. Watt
Sir Edward Dunlop addressing the assembly at the dedication of the Helen Ferguson (Lady Dunlop) Foyer Left to right: Mrs Lorna Hooper (Ebbott), the Rev. Marvin Hagans, Sir Edward Dunlop, Mrs. Judith Watt, Mr. John Robb, Jennifer Stone.
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STAFF OF MORONGO GIRLS' COLLEGE 1991 PRINCIPAL: Mrs J M Watt, BA, Dip Ed, Grad Dip Curric Admin, MACE DEPUTY PRINCIPAL: Mr A W Payne, B Ec, B Ed, TSTC, MACE HEAD OF JUNIOR SCHOOL: Mrs Y Fox, TITC, MACE DIRECTOR OF STUDIES: Miss J L Batterbury, BSc, Dip Ed, M Ed Admin, MACE SCHOOL CHAPLAIN: Rev J M Hagans, MA, BD, MTh DEVELOPMENT OFFICER: Mrs I DeIler, ATCL, ASDA BURSAR: Mr H R Stewart, B Comm, AASA, CPA HEAD OF BOARDING HOUSE: Mrs R Evans, Mus Bac, Dip Ed (Melb) HOME GROUP TEACHERS: Level Co-ordinator: 12L Mrs U M Trigg, BA, Dip Ed, LTh, Dip Rel Ed, MACE 12A Mrs M L Smith, BSc, BA, FACBS 12B Mr J Hanan, BA, Dip Ed 12H Mrs H Melville, Dip Corn Prac, TTTC 12R Mr D J Lyne, B App Sc(Chem), TTTC 12V Mrs M E Thom, BA(Hons), Dip Ed, Dip Comp, MACE, MACS Level Co-ordinator: 11CC Mrs C M Carroll, BA, Dip Ed, MACE 11KH Mr K H Hancock, B Ed (Mus), MEdSt, MIMT, MACEA, MACE 11H1 Ms J Hill, BEd (Art & Craft)/ Mrs K Tamplin, Higher Diploma of Teaching (Secondary) 11MH Mr M C Nutley, B Ed(Sci) 11DM Mrs D McNair, MA, Dip Ed/Mrs P Gilson, BA, Dip Ed 11GS Mr G J Smith, B Ed(Science) Level Co-ordinator: 10RO Mrs R Owen, Cert in Educ 10DB Miss D J Bard-Brucker, BEd(Art & Craft) 10SK Mr S Keeley, B Comm, Dip Ed, Grad Dip Applied Ed Studs 10GM Mr G Malcolm, BA, Dip Ed Level Co-ordinator: 9JG Mrs J Gardner, BA, Dip Ed, B Ed 9GC Miss G E Carr, B Ed(Post Primary Phys Ed) 9JM Miss J Murray, Cert Bus Studies, Stenography Cert, TTTC/ Ms A Shields, BA, MA, Dip Ed, GDIESE 9SH Miss S G Heeps, B Ed(Secondary) Level Co-ordinator: Year 7/8 Mrs B Morrison, BA, Dip Ed Miss J Homberg, B Ed 8JH Miss C Mackenzie, BSc in Education 8MC Miss A L South, BSc, Dip Ed 8S0 7HE Mrs H M Evans, BSc(Hons), Dip Ed, MACE 7LF Mrs L J Forbes, Dip FD&P, ACTT 7FG Mrs F Gasperini, BA, TSTC Miss L Bremner, BA Careers Advisor: Special Education Mrs S S Lea-Wood, TPTC, TSPTC, B Ed(Spec Ed), MACE Co-ordinator: Ms J Hill, B Ed (Art Craft) SENIOR SCHOOL: Mrs M Lyne, Dip App Chem, TTTC, B ED JUNIOR SCHOOL: Mrs L Masek, Dip Ed (Primary) Prep & 1 Mrs J M Taylor, Dip of Teaching (Junior Primary) Year 2/3 Mrs R C Trim, TPTC, BA (Ed), B Ed (Primary) Year 4 Mr W L Freeman, BA (Ed), B Ed Year 5 Mrs E F Marsland, Dip of Teaching (Primary) Year 6 Miss G T Blythe, BA (Ed) Mrs P Hutchinson, Dip of Teaching (Primary) Mrs L McPherson, BMus Ed Mrs A Mammino, BA, Dip Ed Mrs N Phillips, BA, B Ed(Primary), ALAA KINDERGARTEN: Mrs M Shaw, Dip of Teaching (Early Childhood) — Directress Morongo Kindergarten Mrs J Hawkins, Kindergarten Assistant, 4 year old group Mrs M Anderson, Dip Ed (Primary), Directress, 3 year old
SPECIAL SUBJECTS: Speech: Mrs R King, ATCL (Speech & Drama) Tennis: Mr D Cameron Fencing: Mr L Fadgyas OFFICE STAFF: Mrs D Doyle, Principal's Secretary Mrs N Groth, Assistant Bursar Mrs F Tan, Secretary to Deputy Principal and Director of Studies Mrs H Ballans Mrs K Beckett ANCILLARY STAFF: Mrs P Farrance, Laboratory Assistant Mrs I Halfacre, Secretary/Teachers' Aide, Junior School Mrs S Horne, Library Assistant Mrs P Rooney, Special Education Aide HOSPITAL: Sr F Caines CATERING OFFICER: Mrs J Carpenter DOMESTIC CO-ORDINATOR: Mrs E Johns MAINTENANCE SUPERVISOR: Mr B Rogers GROUNDS STAFF: Mr T Rambaldo Mr R Simpson Mr D Suares Mr M Watson CANTEEN ASSISTANTS: Mrs M Collins and Mrs D Mathieson BOARDING HOUSE STAFF: Mrs A Frcek Miss J Henderson Mrs L Lowe Mrs N Miller Mrs B McGregor COUNCIL: Mr R J Robb, AM (Chairman) Mr W H Harvey BE, FIE Aust, FAIE, AFAIM (Deputy Chairman) Mrs C Alexander Mr D J Blackmore, BChem Eng, (lions) NZ Mr R J Bourke, AASA, CPA, ACIS, AIBA, AAIM, FRMIA Rev J M Hagans, MA, BD, MTh Mr I S Knight Mr R I Langford, BSc, D.Dip AF, DMS Mr J Lewis Dr A Mackie, BA, MA, PhD (Melb), PhD (LaTrobe) Mr W D Nelson, BJuris, LL B Mr L G J Opie, Dip Civ Eng, Member of Inst. of Eng (Aug.) Miss E L Tindale, Dip Phys Ed(Melb), BA(Syd) Mrs S J Wilson, BA, Grad Dip Educ Counselling Mr I A Wood, B.Ec.(Melb) Mrs A Young, MB, BS Mr D G Neilson, AM,FCA,ACIS (Secretary) SCHOOL OFFICIALS: School Captain: Jennifer Stone Deputy School Captain: Chloe Plumridge Boarding House Captain: Ann Van Leerdam Music Captain: Sandra Petty Sports Captain: Vicki Hedley
Kindergarten Miss K Woods, Kindergarten Assistant, 3 year old group Mrs B Thomas, After School Program LIBRARY: Miss L. Fell, B Ed (Librarianship) Mrs A C Warren, B Sc, ALAA MUSIC STAFF: Director of Music: Mr K H Hancock, B Ed(Mus), MEd St, MIMT, MACEA, MACE Junior School Class Pianoforte: Miss D Butler, ATCL, LTCL, LMusA, MIMT Pianoforte and Theory: Mrs M Heyes, B Mus(Ed) Pianoforte and Theory: Mrs P Spratt, AMusA, LMusA, LRSM, ATCL, LTCL, MIMT Violin and Viola: Mr G Smith, Dip Arts(Music), Grad Dip Ed 'Cello and Theory: Mr J Bainbridge, TITC, Grad Dip Ed, B Ed Flute: Mrs K Storey, B Ed(Mus) Clarinet and Saxophone: Mr A Cox, BA(Mus) Brass: Mr P Radelczyk, Dip Arts(Music), LMusA, LTCL Guitar: Mr G Waugh, Dip Jazz Studies (NSW) Voice: Mrs R Banger, DipLCST, AMusA(Voice) Accompanist-Organist: Mrs G Gillard, MA, Dip Ed, AMusA
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HOUSE CAPTAINS: Ardens: Narelle Montgomery Harris: Sarah Reid Lawson: Bianca Cranwell Robb: Carly Adler Roslyn: Kirsty Danby Venters: Caroline Millard HOUSE HOUSE CAPTAINS: David/McPhee: Sally Ettershank Hearn/Neilson: Marita Haydon MORONGO STUDENT COUNCIL: Year 12: Vicki Hedley, Hannah Lawrence, Ann Van Leerdam, Chloe Plumridge, Jenny Stone Year 11: Samantha Campbell, Sally Ettershank, Susan Robins Year 10: Jodie Eales, Anne Kidman, Catherine Stone Year 9: Rebecca Appleton, Nerissa Kamp Year 8: Penelope Bate, Fiona Nelson Year 7: Fiona Bainbridge, Katherine Napier
COUNCIL NOTES
MEMBERS OF COUNCIL
The Council lost two valuable members with the death of Neil Pettitt (after 31 years of outstanding service) and the resignation of Andrew Lawson.
Mr. R. J. Robb, A.M. — Chairman of Council Mr. W. H. Harvey, Deputy Chairman B.E., F.A.I.E.Aust., A.F.A.I.M.
These and other vacancies have been filled by the appointment of Lew Opie and Ian Wood (late in 1990) and, during 1991, Alwynne Mackie, Evelyn Tindale, Don Blackmore and Ian Langford.
Mrs. C. Alexander Mr. D. J. Blackmore B.Chem.Eng. (Hons) NZ Mr R. J. Bourke A.A.S.A., C.P.A., A.C.I.S., A.I.B.A., A.A.I.M., F.R.M.I.A. Rev. J. M. Hagans M.A., B.D., M.Th. Mr. I. S. Knight Mr. R. I. Langford B.Sc., C.Dip.A.F., D.M.S. Mr J. W. Lewis Dr. A. Mackie B.A.(Melb), M.A.(Melb), Ph.D.Philosophy(Melb), Ph.D.Art History (LaTrobe), M.A.C.E. Mr. W. D. Nelson B.Juris, LL.B., A.S.-L.I.V. (E.P. & L.G.) Mr. L. G. J. Opie Dip.Civ.Eng., M.I.E.(Aust) Miss E. L. Tindale Dip.Phys.Ed.(Melb), B.A.(Syd) Mrs. J. A. Wilson B.A.,(Melb), Grad.Dip.Ed.Counselling (R.M.I.T.) Mr. I. A. Wood B.Comm.(Melb.) (Hons) Mrs. A. Young M.B., B.S. SECRETARY: Mr. D.G. Neilson, A.M., F.C.A., A.C.I.S., A.C.I.M. PRINCIPAL: Mrs. Judith M. Watt B.A. (Melb) Dip.Ed.(Melb.) Grad.Dip.Curric.Admin., M.A.C.E.
The Council resolved to extend the contract with Mrs Watt as Principal, following the expiration of the original term of appointment in May. With Mrs Watt, Council committees and staff members have been preparing a long term school plan incorporating educational, physical and financial objectives. The plan is well advanced and is expected to be adopted by the Council before the end of 1991. It envisages action to ensure Morongo remains at the forefront of education for girls. A decision has been taken to conduct the kindergarten as a private institution in 1992 without funding from the Department of Community Services, because of the unacceptable conditions imposed by the Department. Council committees have met regularly under the chairmanship of Bob Bourke (Finance), Ian Wood (Development) and John Lewis (Works), and hundreds of hours have been develoted by members to the well-being of the school, on an honorary basis. The Council pays tribute to Mrs Watt and the staff for another year of excellence and achievement. John Robb Chairman
Junior School Staff
Senior School Staff
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SCHOOL CAPTAIN'S REPORT This year is the last that I will be able to witness the changing cycles of the school. I will no longer be able to glance admiringly at the tree in the quadrangle and notice the leaves change from green, to red, and then spread a brown carpet over the grass, leaving the naked tree like a skeleton against the grey, wintery sky. As the years go by, the seasons seem to blend into one. It is only when I stop to think about my time at Morongo, the friends I have made, the successes and failures, the things I have learnt, that it occurs to me how much I will miss the home I have lived in and taken for granted for so long. My reaction to the thought of leaving this secure place is one of apprehension. In helping to run the school this year, I have come to appreciate how difficult, but important, change is within the school. There are always bodies that require consulting before any alterations can occur. This year, the Easter Fair successfully changed to a Twilight Fair. The annual play this year was performed by the juniors; the excitement of this could be seen on the faces of the year seven and eight girls leading up to the opening night. This year the MSC organised a fashion parade, raising $3000, and involving girls from all year levels in almost every way possible: waitressing, modelling, dressers, and as kitchen hands. Without the hard work of Mrs Carroll and Chloe Plumridge, this event would not have been possible. The office foyer, now the Helen Ferguson Foyer, was renovated and given a special assembly outdoors in its honour. There were important changes within the boarding house too. The year nines joined the year elevens at Shaw House and this proved to be a satisfactory arrangement. We welcomed Mrs Evans as the new Head of House, and with her came new and exciting ideas for change and improvement in the running of the houses. Mrs Evans brought with her her talent for singing, and so the boarders, to their surprise, have been singing grace at the end of each meal. School Captain — Jennifer Stone
As well as trying to adapt to phase one of the VCE, the year twelve girls this year took on the responsibility as leaders of the school. Girls, being Morongo girls, did their best, and proved their worth. This year, as any other year, was unique. We grew to know each other well, recognising a laugh, voice, writing style, or folder without having to see the face of the owner. As part of being in year twelve, the girls moved into the comfortable common room, which was certainly appreciated after the AV3 common room occupied in Year 11. Many of the girls this year obtained their learners permits and even their licences, although some a little more easily than others. Occasionally, the recreation time was spent partying as the girls celebrated their eighteenth birthdays. The thought of joining the workforce, or tertiary education, without a rigid, secure, timetable to live by will be a shock to the system. There will be no one to correct us when we make mistakes, no cushion when we fall. From now on, we are going to have to direct our own lives, and not rely on others to push us in the right direction. Hopefully, any disappointments experienced this year will be compensated for next year. The VCE will be in full swing, Morongo will host the Head of the School-girls, the Hall will be renovated, and the next lot of year twelves will head the school in an effort to make the best of their last year at Morongo. Sometimes I wish that I could turn back the clock. It is frightening to think that next year we will be all but forgotten, and the school will be controlled by new leaders capable, proud, but still young at heart, and naive just as we were, or perhaps are. Morongo will teach the girls, it will prepare them for the future as best it can, but the most valuable experiences at Morongo come from the friendships. School is for thirteen years; friends are for life. Jenny Stone
Deputy School Captain — Chloe Plumridge
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MORONGO STUDENT COUNCIL
Back row: Penny Bate, Vicki Hedley, Susan Robins, Rebecca Appleton Fiona Nelson, Catherine Stone. Middle row: Katherine Napier, Ann Van Leerdam, Samantha Campbell, Jodie Eales, Sally Ettershank, Narissa Kamp, Hannah Lawrence, Ann Kidman, Fiona Bainbridge. Front row: Mrs Carroll, Jenny Stone (school captain), Chloe Plumridge (deputy school captain).
Under the direction of Jenny Stone and Chloe Plumridge the 1991 MSC undertook to set in motion an annual fund-raiser. In conjunction with Mrs Lindros the council brainstormed, organised and carried through a most successful fashion parade in term one, which we truly hope will be an annual event. With a large amount (or so it seemed to us) of money in our hands we searched for an appropriate area in which to channel it. Apart from a grant to the Environment Club for their trees we have not yet made a decision about how to spend this money so that all benefit. The Student Council aims to achieve better communication throughout the school and its communal efforts in events such as the fashion parade heighten the girls' support of each other and their school, regardless of year level or age. This year we have changed the timing of terms of office to 4th and 1st term, 2nd and 3rd term. This is to coincide with major MSC events and the election and beginning of prefect offices. I acknowledge all members of the Council for their attendance and support and give a special thankyou to Mrs Carroll for her enthusiastic, practical contributions. Chloe Plumridge Year 12
School Prefects Standing: Sandra Petty, Kirsty Danby, Ann Van Leerdam, Bianca Cranwell, Carly Adler, Vicki Hedley, Caroline Millard. Seated: Sarah Reid, Jennifer Stone (Head Prefect), Chloe Plumridge (Deputy Head Prefect), Narelle Montgomery.
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THE BOARDING HOUSE Community living is an ideal life, especially within a boarding establishment. At Morongo, each person who lives in the Boarding House learns to respect other people and their property. We all must work together to produce a smooth-running Boarding House ... and a sane Boarding House Mistress. One great advantage of boarding is the responsibility that is given to us. We become independent, away from constant parental supervision, and yet learn to live under a set of rules. It is a great feeling to know that we do have a degree of responsibility about what we do and where we go. One skill which is vital to learn when living with so many girls is that of co-operation. We all learned about it as children while watching Grover on Sesame Street telling us what "co-operation" meant and that it is necessary in situations right through life. Life in a Boarding House certainly re-inforces this. As Boarding House Captain, I chair the Boarding House Committee of students. Mrs Watt, Mrs Evans and Mrs Gilson also attend. The committee consists of elected students from each year level. We organise the Boarder's Week, and activities such as the closed weekends, picnics and trivia nights. A number of activities have been arranged throughout the year for the girls. Cooking with Mrs Lowe was popular and some girls went horse-riding. Visits to the Melbourne markets were also optional outings, as well as swimming and seeing movies. Girls have also written reports on themselves this year. Mrs Evans was, of course, select in what she chose to write in her reports, but these gave her a good idea about what the girls thought was their contribution to the Boarding House.
Boarding House Captain — Ann Off
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Many other activities happened throughout the year which affected the girls' studies and their social life. We are grateful to the teachers from the Day School who gave up their evenings to help us with our studies. We enjoy their company at dinner. Girls go out at the weekends to family or friends, and can invite friends in to see them. The girls contribute to charities beyond the school. This year, all of the Boarding House helped the Salvation Army and raised over $1,000 which was a great effort. Dances are always a highlight of the year. On Friday, 5th April, the boarders' dance was held in The Gertrude Pratt Hall for Years 10, 11 and 12. St. Pat's Ballarat, Ballarat and Queen's College, Ballarat and Clarendon College and Scotch College Melbourne came and everyone enjoyed themselves very much indeed, to my relief. Since then, two mini buses of boarders from Years 10, 11 and 12 went to the St. Pat's Boarders' Dance which was quite an experience. Sarah Jane Deckert, Sarah Gellie and Emily Groves have brought their horses from home and they groom them and ride them on the Morongo property. Boarding life is anything but boring. This has been a fantastic year for me during which I have made close friends. It has been a big challenge for me to the Boarding House Captain. Although it has been difficult to maintain a good example to the house for twenty-four hours a day, I feel that the extra work and responsibility has been rewarding. I would like to thank Mrs Watt, Mrs Evans, Miss Henderson and all the other staff for their support this year. I am grateful for the support all girls have given me, but especially Sally Ettershank and Marita Haydon, the House Captains, and all the Year 12 girls for their help throughout the year. Dudley rules! Good luck for next year and to the Year 12s who will be following us. Enjoy yourself and remember ...work hard! Ann Van Leerdam 1991 B.H.B. 9
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SPORT SWIMMING REPORT On the 26 Feburary the Norlane Pool was crowded with eager swimmers, divers and over-enthusiastic supporters lining each side of the pool. The 1991 Interhouse Swimming Sports was going to be an event to remember. Yet, at the end of the day, lethargic bodies were a common sight, along with girls, (and teachers??) complaining of sore throats or deafness. With all swimmers and divers displaying either their speed or style, all Houses are to be congratulated on their fine performances. The final results, after hours of races and dives had been completed, were: 730 points 1st Roslyn 669 points 2nd Robb 634 points 3rd Harris 585 points 4th Lawson 526 points 5th Venters 479 DOints 6th Ardens
The overall individual champions were as follows: Year 7 Alison Love Champion Stephanie Smedley R/Up 8 Penny Tomes Alison Warrior 9 Jodie Johnson/ Prue Waayers Alison Smedley 10 Sally Tyack Sarah-Jane Deckert 11 Claire Wookey Suzie Morrison 12 Natalie Strijder Vicki Hedley
Sports Captain — Vicki Hedley
RESULTS HOUSE ATHLETICS SPORTS - 1991 1st 2nd 3rd 4th 5th 6th
Roslyn Ardens Harris Robb Venters Lawson
1320 1243 1184 1181 1179 1094
AGE GROUP CHAMPION HOUSES Junior
Robb Roslyn Harris Ardens Venters Lawson
256 Intermediate 241 172 149 132 123
Senior
Harris Venters Lawson Ardens Roslyn Robb
280 268 234 212 184 180
HOUSE ATHLETIC SPORTS Year 7
Champion Runner-up
Stephanie Smedley Carla Salmon
Year 8
Champion Runner-up
Jan Andrews Kim Oataway
Year 9
Champion Runner-up
Kate Ettershank Kate Laidlaw
Year 10
Champion Runner-up
Wendy McCormack Berilyn Bernicke
Year 11
Champion Runner-up
Claire Fallaw Nikola McGrath
Year 12
Champion Runner-up
Sarah Reid Lucy Mayall
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Roslyn Lawson Robb Harris Venters Ardens
295 238 233 180 126 123
Members of the swimming and diving teams didn't have much time to relax and regain their energy. The following day, on the 27 February, the teams competed at the Geelong Grammar School Meet. Morongo teams once again showed their style and gained second place, behind GGS and with Geelong College gaining third place. Once again the Morongo teams competed at the annual GPSVSA Swimming Sports in Melbourne. Tiredness was obviously catching up with the swimmers and divers, and unfortunately we had to settle with sixth place. The final placings were: 1st MLC 597 points 2nd MGS 520 points 3rd Toorak 515 points 4th PLC 486 points 5th Geelong College 361 points 6th Morongo 309 points Finally, thanks must be expressed to Miss Carr and Mr Hutley for their help and encouragement throughout the swimming season. Good luck to Morongo swimming teams in the future and keep the spirit up! Natalie Strijder Year 12
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Swimming Team
First Basketball Team L-R: Sarah Wilson, Kate Ross, Bianca Cranwell (captain), Lucy Mayan, Elizabeth Bligh (vice captain), Kate Atkins.
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ROWING REPORT Rowing in Morongo once again shaped up for a great season in 1990-91. The Morongo Boat Club boasted its largest membership of rowers and crews since its beginning. Mr Bob Morell, new coach of the firsts and Miss Anne South, coach of the seconds, and new rowing co-ordinator, worked hard to organise a great competitive season which began at the Colac regatta in November 1990. Colac gave the first four crews a taste of the tough season ahead — sunburn, windburn, rain, and, for the firsts, their first win of the season. Also for the first time, two rowing camps were organised for the club. The pre-Christmas camp was held at Dimboola on the picturesque Wimmera River where intense training occupied the first, second, and third crews over three hot, humid days. Another camp attended by all the crews was the annual pre-season camp held on the Barwon River in the last week of the Christmas vacation. The coaches made final selections and Morongo's eight crews formed an enthusiastic club to be reckoned with, firing up for the Head of Schoolgirls in March. During the season, all the crews had victories as well as disappointments. Despite several mishaps on the river, like accidentally sabotaging the oppositions' boats, the new junior crews showed ample talent and potential both in the boat and in support. Carrum once again was an experience for the senior crews who were left off the program and unheard of in the murky waters of the Water Sports Complex. Nevertheless, Morongo's name wasn't forgotten or unheard of in home territory on the Barwon. All crews managed to peak at the Barwon Regatta and Head of Schoolgirls to prove that all hard training pays off with promising results. With the purchase of an eight from Geelong College prior to Head of Schoolgirls, the firsts and seconds combined forces to power down the Barwon, coming third in the semi final. The junior crews must be congratulated on their fine effort and oarsmanship, which I'm sure will see Morongo through to many great victories in the future seasons. To top off the season, the firsts, Anne South, and Bob Morell, travelled to Mildura over the Easter break to compete in the Henly on the Murray, Red Gum Cup and the Henly on the Darling at Wentworth, N.S.W. This trip was well worth the distance as we won the Women's Junior 4 at both Henly regattas to bring home trophies, medals, and a huge perpetual trophy. While this was a great weekend, we were disappointed that we weren't able to compete in the National Championship Regatta in Adelaide. Good Luck to all the future Morongo rowers and crews especially to next year's crews when they will dominate the Head of Schoolgirls regatta both on and off the Barwon as Morongo hosts the 1992 Head of Schoolgirls Regatta.
CRICKET REPORT Cricket season at Morongo is a long unrecognised tradition. It is played in November every year in a round robin with other Melbourne and Geelong Schools. Season 1990 commenced with trials in October and the selection of the 12 strong squad, who trained hard, long lunchtimes under the guidance of Messrs. Nutley, Smith and Lyne leading up to the big day. Early success over Geelong College in a limited over practice match was heartening to the fiery Morongo first XI, and a sneak preview of things to come. The day of the round robin came around after considerable anticipation and brought with it torrents of rain! The busloads of girls from MCEGGS, PLC and MLC arrived at Morongo, and left soon after. frightened off by the marvellous form of the Morongo team, and the pitch that now resembled a quagmire. Geelong College, and Toorak stayed on to brave the elements, but were no match for the superb batting, bowling and fielding skills of the Morongo girls, who took out the day retaining an unbeaten record and taking out the premier's title in the summer Round Robin. Well deserved accolades to a great team. Thanks to everyone, especially Mr Nutley for his coaching. May the tradition continue! Hannah Lawrence
BASEBALL REPORT The baseball season started with trials early in first term. The senior round robin was two weeks later on Saturday 23 February. After only three training sessions and a social match with Geelong College, two senior teams headed off to Toorak College for an enjoyable morning of baseball. The intermediate round robin was held here at Morongo on 2 March. The girls ended the day third overall of the four schools competing. The last baseball competition was the junior baseball round robin on 16 March at PLC. The girls played a good morning of baseball and to top off the afternoon, lunch was at McDonalds. Sally Robbins (Captain)
Lou Riordan Captain of Boats 1991
First Baseball Team Back row L-R: Kirsty Danby, Kate Ross, Bianca Cranwell, Lucy Maya!!, Elizabeth Bligh Front row L-R: Jodie Ann Arklay, Tryphena Bernicke, Sally Robbins (captain), Kate Atkins.
First Rowing Team Vicki Hedley, Louise Riordan, Carly Adler, Jenny Stone, Nikola McGrath 13
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NETBALL
1991 began with a smash when the senior tennis team dominated the senior round robin at Toorak College. The team graced the courts with style and distinction, wearing the new uniform of white skirts and athletics tops. This grace and flair steered us to equal first placing with PLC. With the excitement of the win behind us, we then took on Geelong Grammar, Penleigh and Essendon Grammar and Assumption College in an inter-school round robin held every Wednesday night. We learnt that we weren't quite as good as the round robin results proved. (We also learnt that Mrs Forbes doesn't know how to drive a manual bus, losing the gear box a couple of times on the Melbourne Road! Since the time had come for war in the Middle East, the Year 12's decided it was time for war at Morongo. Despite the line calls of some teachers, the students still bombed and shot their way to victory over the staff. Tennis in 1991 was fun and very exciting, especially the trips to McDonalds on the way home from Melbourne. Every player in the team contributed to the team's great success in this season. Thanks must go to Mrs Forbes for all her encouragement, support and organisation throughout the season, and I hope you can find that 5th gear one day. Thanks also to the team for making this year in tennis so memorable.
Morongo's II netball teams competed in the GNA competition at Kardinia Park. With a minor change to the uniform, the girls were looking even more dashing than ever in their onslaught of the frightened opposition. The final results showed that Morongo was more than just a pretty face! Teams 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 and 10 all made it to the finals in their respective grades, with teams 2 and 8 gaining the ultimate result, while team 6 came runner-up.
Jane Cameron
First Netball Team Back row: Vicki Hedley, Bianca Cranwell, Sally Robbins, Claire Fallaw, Sally Ettershank. Front row: Penny Kosmina, Claire Wookey (vice captain), Amanda Leahy (captain), Narelle Montgomery. The following girls were awarded Best and Fairest for their grade: Lydia Fehring Jackie Hetherington Emily Simms, while Natalie Blow Prue Waayers and Fiona Nelson finished runners-up.
First Tennis Team Back row: Claire Fallaw, Melissa Riches, Susan Robins, Diana Taylor, Sarah Reid, Tania Curypko. Front row: Fiona Cooke, Sally Spiteri, Sally Ettershank, Jane Cameron (captain), Narelle Montgomery, Emma Jackman.
Congratuations to all girls who took part, and good luck for seasons ahead. Claire Wookey
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HOCKEY REPORT Morongo's bounteous talent on the hockey field has been evident once again in the 1991 season. Four talent-packed teams ritually pounded the hallowed turf of the Morongo ovals in the pursuit of the excellence demanded by such a fabulous sport. The first, second and third XI's began their season in the Stead Park competition, while the Junior fourth team competed in the under 13 competition. After a rather repetitive string of results for the thirds, they too moved into the Junior competition to play in the under 15 division. Scheduled matches against College and Grammar proved most interesting, with some very close decisions and some very promising potential for years to come. In the Senior, Intermediate and Junior round-robins, the hockey results were pleasing again, with Morongo's superior match practice evident in the scores. At Stead Park, the first and seconds fought out on the new synthetic surface with differing results. The enthusiasm of the thirds against their greatly male opposition proves more successful every week, while the fourths have had a great season with almost exclusively superior scores. So there is remarkable potential for the future of hockey at Morongo, and let's hope it continues to pay off in 1992.
First Hockey Team Back row L-R: Marita Haydon, Susan Robins, Lucy MayaII, Bridget Player, Meredith Funston, Diana Taylor, Colleen Neal. Front row L-R: Tryphena Bernicke, Kristen Murphy, Kirsty Danby, Hannah Lawrence (captain), Sarah Reid, Marnie Bremner.
Hannah Lawrence
JUNIOR SPORT RESULTS — TERM 4, 1990 BASEBALL 1st Harris 2nd Robb 3rd Roslyn 4th = Lawson = Venters 6th Ardens
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FINAL ASSEMBLY — TERM 1, 1991 BASEBALL SYMBOLS Sally Robbins ROWING SYMBOLS Carly Adler Vicki Hedley Louise Riordan Jenny Stone
TENNIS Ardens Harris Roslyn Lawson Robb Venters
SWIMMING SYMBOLS Suzie Morrison Natalie Strijder Claire Wookey TENNIS SYMBOLS Jane Cameron Sarah Reid
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MUSIC REPORT
On a sadder note, after 17 years, Mrs Wendy Galloway, our dedicated conductor and Head of Strings left Morongo at the end of term 2 to complete an Arts degree. In the Morongo tradition, we held a farewell party for Mrs Galloway with chocolate cake and many other delicious delicacies. In Term 3, we welcomed Mr Geoffrey Smith as the new Head of Strings. The orchestra was soon playing well, after a few disruptions to rehearsals due to House Music and Drama practices, under the guidance of our new conductor. As well as being involved in the Music and Drama competitions, the Senior choir and Madrigals competed in the Geelong Eisteddfod on August 13th each achieving 2nd place in their respective sections — Ensemble and Sacred Choir. The House Music and Drama competitions took place on August 16. After three and a half weeks of frenzied rehearsals, learning of lines and parts, all Houses put on a great show. Adjudicators, Mrs H. Tetaz and Mrs E. Tudball, gave the following placings. Harris — 1st Venters — 2nd On 23rd August, the Junior School put on their production, "Showstoppers" ...This was a wonderful effort as each level performed songs from a musical. The Senior choir is currently preparing for Speech Night, on 1 November, V.C.E. option work and the Annual Carol Service at St. David's, Newtown. This year has been a very busy one for Morongo's musos. Being the Music Captain in such a fantastic year has been a rewarding experience. Juggling school work and extra activities is not always easy, but it provides a challenge. I'd like to thank Mr Hancock and all of the Music staff for their dedicated work this year, and to congratulate all of the musos for their hard work and willing contribution of their talents. It is through involvement that the greatest rewards can be gained. Sandra Petty.
Music Captain — Sandra Petty
"Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory" Shelley Our marvellous musos have been busy this year and it will live long in the memory of all. Rehearsals for the choir, madrigals, orchestra and flute ensemble began in February and the quality of all these groups has been nothing short of brilliant. On Friday 8th March, the Fashion Parade was held, with performances from the orchestra, string quartet, flute ensemble and soloists. Soon after the Church Service and Easter Service were held, with the senior choir singing at both services, and the Madrigals performing "God so loved the World". at Easter. The Year 7 and 8 and 9 girls showed their talents in both music and drama as they performed "The Fire Maid" (7), "The Emperor's Nightingale" (8) and "Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat" (9). The colourful costumes and superb makeup, together with singing, acting and dancing made these memorable productions. The future of Morongo's musical productions looks very promising. On 26th May, the ANZATS choral workshop was held at Morongo, and again, the Senior Choir and Madrigals sang brilliantly. Choirs from The Westbourne School and Matthew Flinders also performed on this occasion. The afternoon concluded with the three schools combining to sing "Bridge Over Troubled Water" and "Jerusalem". Next, for the Madrigals was the Founders Day Assembly, on the 19th of June. "The Snow" of Elgar was performed for a large audience, including many Old Collegians and Miss Shaw. A fantastic semester of work from the musos was displayed on 1st July in the Senior Students' Concert. The Choir, Madrigals Orchestra, Flute ensemble, a guitar trio, a piano duet and many soloists from both Senior and Junior schools played. Congratulations to Diana Wu (Year 12 pianist) for reaching the final of the Rotary "Star Search". Anne Kidman (Year 10 pianist) and Sandra Petty reached to finals of the GAMA scholarships. 16
Senior Choir Director Mr. Kerrin Hancock
Music Symbols Year 11
Alison Boldys Samantha Campbell Sally Ettershank Emma Jackman Melissa Le Breton Suzanne Morrison
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Orchestra Back row: Bianca Cranwell, Caroline Millard. Ann Shoebridge. Sandra Petty, Kate Walker. Front row, seated: Diana Wu, Melissa Le Breton, Sally Spiteri. Anne Kidman, Katrina Mayall, Sally Ettershank. Mrs Galloway, Esther Pang. Lucy Mayall.
Madrigal Back row: Mr Hancock, Bianca Cranwell, Caroline Millard. Jodie Ann Arkley, Samantha Campbell. Front row: Emma Jackman, Melissa LeBreton, Lisa Moodie, Diana Wu, Sandra Petty, Ruth Van Leerdam, Laura Hughes.
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DEBATING AND PUBLIC SPEAKING Similarly, on the Public speaking front Morongo gave an impressive display in several well-known contests. Kirsty Danby won through to the state final of the Lion's Youth of the Year competition, while Penny Kosmina, Sally Robbins, Nikola McGrath, and Hannah Lawrence also participated creditably. In the Rostrum Voice of Youth competition, Penny Kosmina, Laura Hughes and Rebecca Appleton all gave outstanding performances. Finally, Penny Kosmina represented the school again in the Plain English Speaking Award, with another fine effort. Debating and Public Speaking at Morongo have proven as popular and widespread as ever in 1991, which is heartening news for English staff. Our debaters and public speakers are aware of the contributions made by staff, particular thanks going to our team coaches and competition organizers. The motto of the Debating and Speaking teams is "Be involved. There's nothing to lose." And there certainly was plenty of fun for everyone who chose to be involved in 1991.
1991 has been a turning point in the development of debating at Morongo. With a three hundred percent increase in the number of teams competing in the Debaters Association of Victoria (DAV) competition, the pressure was certainly on the brave competitors, organisers, and coaches. Morongo fielded debaters from years 10 to 12, in the A, B and C grade competitions. In the A-grade team there were the year 12's: Hannah Lawrence, Kirsty Danby, Chloe Plumridge, and Sandra Petty. The B-grade team consisted of the year 11 combination of Susan Robins, Nikola McGrath, Emma Jackman, and Penny Kosmina. In C-grade the team was more varied, giving more up and coming girls the chance to try out the debating scene. Over the course of the season the team included Anne Kidman, Laura Hughes, Erin Smith, Ruth Van Leerdam, Sarah-Jane Deckert, Sarah Gellie, Kathryn Traczyk. All the people who were involved managed to really gain something from their experiences. Be it eloquence, confidence, analytic thinking skills, or the chance to make friends, there was, and is something for everyone in debating. The girls who took part in the teams had the opportunity to try their minds against people from other schools and other cities. The results showed Morongo to be well up there with the best debaters, and very promising for the A and B graders who topped their sections. The House debating proved to be another high quality competition. Also it offered the chance to find new members for next year's interschool competition. The might and experience of Roslyn house proved superior in the final result. But it was a close competition that gave everyone the chance to stand up and speak out. The juniors showed their speaking skills when they performed creditably against the very experienced debaters from MLC Sydney, during the exchange week. There were also debates held in class groups. In year 11 Legal and Australian Studies, students locked intellectual horns in high quality debate, over burning social issues. Under the new VCE reforms, students were able to use interschool debates as part of English assessment.
Hannah Lawrence
Debating Team Back row: Laura Hughes, Susan Robins, Sarah-Jane Deckert, Nikola McGrath, Katherine Trazyck, Ruth Van Leerdam, Erin Smith. Front row: Penny Kosmina, Sandra Petty, Kirsty Danby, Hannah Lawrence (debating captain), Chloe Plumridge, Emma Jackman, Anne Kidman.
DEBATING Merit Certificates Sandra Petty Debating Symbols Kirsty Danby Hannah Lawrence Green Jumper Chloe Plumridge
HOUSE DEBATING RESULTS 1. Roslyn 2. Lawson 3. Venters 4. Robb 5. Ardens 6. Harris
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We started our year with a warm welcome from our peer support leaders. They looked after us until we knew our way around the school. They continued to be supportive of us. Cave Hill Creek camp was a special place where we all got to know each other. We enjoyed many activities such as canoeing, bushwalking and drama. Our production "Fire Maid" was a most exciting event. After months of work our show was most spectacular and made all the hard work pay off.
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YEAR 8 Year 8 started off with a bang, all girls heading off at 8.00 a.m. on a five day wilderness Camp to Eildon. We met with our leaders Stewart and Jack and during the week we took part in many activities such as canoeing, abseiling, rock climbing, swimming and bushwalking just to mention a few. We also slept in a starlight bivi which we constructed ourselves. All in all, year 8 enjoyed this Camp a great deal. Thankyou to Miss Homberg for organizing it for us. After three months of preparation Year 8 changed from outback Aussies to ancient Chinese for the production of "The Emperor's Nightingale". This was a big success, thanks to Mrs. Deller and Mr Hancock who were the directors. Third term flew by with girls from M.L.C., Sydney coming down for a stay with us for a week. We billeted the girls and went on excursion to Queenscliffe, Baroonah Plains and the National Wool Museum. Great friendships were made and we are now all pen-pals. Besides all these happenings, we've also had our school work. Year 8 has been very enjoyable and we have all worked hard in the. classroom. Sport has played a major part of our school year with girls participating in baseball, hockey, swimming, netball and athletics. In baseball we played against P.L.C., Toorak College, Melbourne Girls', Grammar. The House swimming sports were held at the Norlane Swimming Pool and all girls had a great time representing their respective Houses. A number of girls were selected to swim at Geelong Grammar School and then later in Melbourne. At present, many girls are still involved in netball on Saturdays at Kardinia Park and hockey being played at different venues around Geelong.
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YEAR 9 BALLAD OF '91 TERM 1 Camps at Mt. Cole There was movement at Morongo For the word had passed around That all Year 9s were heading to Mt. Cole. Where the bush is dense with ferns And the camp fire fiercely burns, And the hiking is the best in all the world.
TERM II Trip to Come Out Festival of Youth, Adelaide There was Bob, our trusty driver With the twin deck full of laughter, A week of art and drama lay ahead, From Hahndorf with its galleries To -Soundscape" with its melodies There was hardly time to rest our weary heads. Joseph and his Technicoloured Dream Coat There was movement on the stage As the tunes began to play Mr Hancock and Mrs Deller at our side. Singing solos or a chorus of Joseph and his coat, As the dancers moved with style and grace and pride. Dame Pennyweather's Academy for Young Ladies There was movement at Shaw House For the word had passed around That Dame Pennyweather was setting up her school. With canes and recitation, No maths but multiplication, Sarcasm from the teacher was the rule!
TERM III Trip to Canberra There was movement in the forecourt As we saw the flag pole tower And the marble staircase leading to the House. The Shrine of long past wars The embassies and halls anberra in our thoughts for evermore. xcursion to Melbourne — Electoral Commission, Education Centre, Shrine, Parliament House. So we went to the AEC, the Shrine and Parliament, We gazed in wonder at the moving ray, Where the Lone Pine gently sways And in bronze our men remain In memory to last for all our days. There was movement up in Spring Street When Year 9s had climbed the steps To view the Houses, Reps and then Senate. From parliamentary debates To voting for the greats We learned who governed Victoria, our State. Policewomen's Visit to Morongo There was movement in the crowd For the word has passed around That the police would be here soon to give a speech. Our traffic, drink and drugs, and theft and child abuse, Community police are always within reach. The Year 9 Dinners There was movement at the Laird Centre For the invites were much read That Year 9s were cooking dinners for their friends. ‘With manners to perfection And food for their delection We were sad when Year 9 dinners had to end. //-
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YEAR 10 New faces, new workload, new Mr Keeley and new lockers. Yes, Year 10 has certainly been a year of new experiences and it gets worse. We soon realised that we would have to face the dreaded exams!! So it was heads down for the long slog until the loathsome things were over. While in the midst of studying, we ventured out into the middle of no-where — Meredith to be exact — to learn all about erosion and the effects of soil salting. While freezing to death Mr Malcolm enthusiastically showed us all around the Cooke property going into great detail about all that can and has to be done to prevent soil salting. Tired and cold we piled back into the bus, glad to be warm again and headed home. With the exams behind us, we were able to begin preparations for the Year 10 Dance on the night of the 28th June. We took off our school uniforms and donned our Sunday best. With the girls all dolled up and the R.A.A.F. boys in their uniforms we made quite a group. Mrs Owen made sure that the night went well and even ended up on the dance floor with Mr Payne. Work Experience (when the school was deprived of the infamous Year 10s) led us all over Geelong and surrounding areas doing anything from feeding fish to assisting with surgery. At the end of fourth term we again had exams though not as scary as the first — that hardly seems a consolation — and even went to Court (no we weren't in trouble) as a part of the Business Studies theme — Law. New faces, New workload, New lockers and New common room lead us into Year 11 and V.C.E. What a year this has been!
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The more observant of you may have noticed that the Year Eleven Common Room has been suspiciously quiet lately. The fact is, Year Eleven has run away — yes, all of us. The pressure of first year V.C.E. has finally gotten to us and we have decided that the only way to survive is to join an alternative-lifestyle society — Nimbin. Here, in the tranquil peace of the bush we are reverting to life's simple pleasures, veggie patches, rousing sing-songs around the campfire and, with the financial security of the dole to comfort us, we are ever so slowly becoming human beings again. Before we left Morongo, Year Eleven was the heart of the school, with girls involved in events as diverse as debating, Environmental and Mid-Year Committees. Undoubtedly, one of the highlights of the year was the performance of the Legal Studies class in the Moot Court. In an astounding display of legal knowledge, skill and persuasion, the girls not only managed to win a few cases, but the competition as well. There was also the launch of yet another successful business venture, as the Young Achievers dazzled us all with their tactics and selling ability. Of course, those of you who knew year Eleven well would have been surprised that we chose to opt out — we showed such potential in the beginning. AV3 vibrated with such intellectually stimulating conversations as boyfriends (with excitement), feminism (with outrage). Assessment tasks and work requirements were churned out with such amazing regularity that teachers began to suspect supernatural intervention. In the end though, the pressure got to us. How could we possibly keep this standard up all the way through Year Twelve as well?? So we chose Nimbin, and sitting here amongst the flowering cabbages and bean stalks, I can almost envisage that, some day in the future, we may all return to Morongo to take on year two of the dreaded V.C.E.
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YEAR 12
YOUNG ACHIEVERS
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Six Year 11 students, Susan Robins, Penny Kosmina, Clare Oataway, Bridget Player, Sally Spiteri and Diana Taylor represented Morongo this year in the Young Achievers of Australia program, sponsored by the Shell Company. For 28 weeks this year the Morongo students, along with Geelong Grammar School and Norlane Secondary College combined together to form the business company Starcor YA. The company was advised by employees of the Shell Refinery and was conducted in a business-like manner. Directors were elected, shares sold, board meetings conducted and, at the end of the venture, the company was liquidated. Starcor YA's main objective was to manufacture and sell our product which was a wooden, compactable table selling for $45. One of the highlights of the year for Starcor YA was competing against 31 other YA groups from around Victoria at the Trade Fair held in the Chadstone Shopping Centre. All products were judged on stall decor, sales technique, product knowledge and the quality of the product and much to our surprise and delight Starcor YA was awarded first place. The Young Achievers venture has been a rewarding one giving us experience in the business world as well as increasing our social skills. Diana Taylor Year 11
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TOURNAMENT OF MINDS In term three this year Morongo fielded three teams in the Tournament of Minds: one Division One team, years five and six, and two Division Two teams, years seven, eight and nine. The Tournament of Minds is a co-operative problem solving activity organised by the Victorian Association for Gifted and Talented Children. The purpose of the Tournament, held at Monash University, is to give students the opportunity to participate in creative activities, encountering challenging problems which demand experimentation and reward divergent thinking. Approximately 200 teams from 60 schools all over Victoria compete at Monash University on Tournament Day in September. The Morongo girls decided that the most productive time for their problem solving would be during weekends, meeting together in each other's homes, and before school four days a week. Obviously it was going to be a problem in itself for all the team members to be at school by 7.45 a.m., but they managed admirably. Two teams decided to solve the Language/Literature problem "Detectives, Diamonds and Darstardly Deeds" where they were required to write, act and solve a mystery, giving evidence of their knowledge of mystery/detective genre, using wit and humour. The third team was challenged by the Maths/Engineering problem "Flying Machines of Kuvulutu". The problem was to design and construct a flying machine which would travel far and accurately, to a designated target. The teams performed brilliantly winning accolades for their creativity. Morongo can be justly proud of them.
TRIP TO BENDIGO BY BOARDERS During the Easter break, ten of the boarders went to Bendigo for five days with Mrs Evans and Miss Henderson. It was full of fun and we all enjoyed it. We visited two gold mines during the trip. In the Central Deborah Gold Mine we descended 60 metres to look for gold though none of us was lucky enough to find any. In Sandhurst town, which is a reconstructed gold rush town, we were held up by the infamous bushranger "Mad Dog Morgan" but were rescued by our hero driver. We cooked our meals during our stay. This went really well and we were all delighted to discover our "hidden talent". On the last night, when we were preparing a really good meal to celebrate the holidays, someone mistook lemon cordial for oil. This went unnoticed until we cooked the last dish, so we all enjoyed a delicious lemonflavoured meal. After the meal, Mrs Evans joined us to play the card game "pig" and was very fortunate to become our first "big pig" and had to sing a song for us. Of course her singing was beautiful as she was a music teacher before coming to Morongo. Karen Lau Year 12 Tournament of Minds Back row: Mrs Lea-Wood, Heidi Roberts, Cherie Lawler, Alison Love, Olivia Romet, Julie Carlile Middle row: Chloe Alsop, Fiona Bainbridge, Megan Ford, Tiffany Karlsson, Kathrine Napier, Nerissa Kamp. Front row: Georgina Walker, Simone Mitchell, Kate Walker, Christine Pullin, Lisa Moodie, Bronwen Evans, Kate Matson. Absent: Caroline Huddle-Lamb, Rachael Gunther, Aisha Ryan.
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YEAR 11 EXCURSION TO THE JEWISH HOLOCAUST CENTRE
SOCIAL SERVICE REPORT
On 30 May, the Year 11 History class went on an excursion to the Jewish Holocaust Centre in Elsternwick. This was no ordinary excursion. The tour conductors were survivors of the Holocaust that took the lives of six million Jews. Each day they live again the atrocities that were committed by the Nazis. These survivors are willing to tell their story to a room filled with teenagers who cannot comprehend the concentration camps, Nazi treatment or the six million deaths. Much of the grief is lost from their voices as they tell their stories, but you can still feel the echoes of despair within them. Part of the Centre's presentation is a film which traces the Nazi reign of terror throughout Europe as they began the Final Solution. A talk is given by a few survivors and questions are welcome. A large map is presented to show the location of the Nazi death camps for the Jews and others hated by the Nazis. Students are then shown through the Holocaust museum where displays on camps, artifacts and photographs illustrating medical experiments and individual stories can be studied. The Jewish Holocaust Centre is an excellent place of learning, not only because of its factual evidence, but because talking to a survivor gives everyone a better understanding of what the Jews were forced to endure. I cannot say we enjoyed the visit, but we are glad we had the opportunity to go because it is important to understand the suffering of the past to ensure that it does not happen again. This is the message the survivors of the Holocaust are trying to tell us.
1991 saw the Social Service activities at Morongo come to life! During this time we have supported numerous local, national and international organizations. Practical gifts of food and clothing were donated in the form of Easter eggs for every patient at Grace McKellar and good used lothing for "Concern" (a welfare agency in Geelong run by the Uniting Church). Old woollens and pet food were also donated to the Geelong Animal Shelter. Weekly home group contributions of cash were used to help support the Salvation Army, Red Cross, United Way, Asthma Foundation, Community Aid Abroad, Christian Blind Mission International and many others. Also through home groups Anzac, Legacy and Amnesty International badges, red noses and Remembrance Day Poppies were sold. The results for the inter-house used stamp competition in Semester 1 were: 1st Ardens; 2nd Robb; 3rd Harris; 4th Venters; 5th Roslyn; 6th Lawson. A total of 123 thousand stamps were collected in Semester 1. Twenty-two of Morongo's students starved themselves for a grueling 40 hours in order to raise money for the World Vision 49-Hour Famine, only to have their taste buds tantalized by two monster chocolate drives. On 12 September we were privileged to enjoy the company of fifteen children from Chernobyl, Russia. The Social Service Committee hosted a barbeque lunch, and games were enjoyed at the Junior School. With money raised through a chocolate drive, cash and food donations, we gave them windcheaters, food and souvenirs to take home.
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Many thanks must go to Miss Murray for organizing Social Service activities and guiding the Committee throughout the year. We must also thank everyone for all the generous donations and support throughout the year. Jodie-Ann Arklay and Natalie Strijder (Chairpersons)
NOUMEA TRIP On September 17th fourteen excited French students met at Melbourne airport for an eight day trip to New Caledonia, our French speaking neighbour. Mrs Gasperini, Miss Shields and Miss Carr were the three brave teachers who accompanied the girls to explore Noumea, the country's captial, and practise the French language as well. The weather was delightful, and most people took advantage of this by trying to get a tan. Coconut trees lined the beaches, at against a backdrop of high mountains and blue sky. Each day we travelled from the city centre, where our hotel was situated, to CREIPAC where we had three hour French lessons. The afternoons were free to go to the beach, shop or swim in the hotel pool. The highlight of our trip was a day trip to "Phare Amedee" a nearby island surrounded by coral reefs. For lunch we feasted on traditional "Cuisine" while watching a native hula dancing show. We all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and on behalf of the group we would like to thank Mrs Gasperini, Miss Shields and Miss Carr for such a fantastic time. 27
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THE SKELETON Once in a far away, very spooky house lived a skeleton and his name was Freckles. The more spooky it was the more the skeleton was scared. The more the skeleton was scared the more he danced on the roof, in a sort of skeleton way. On the roof there was a redback. The redback was as red as blood and his legs were as hairy as a very hairy elephant. One day when the skeleton was dancing he got caught on the spider's leg. I should have told you this before. The spider was gigantic. He saw him and was just about to eat him when he slipped and dropped Freckles to the floor. "Ah", said Freckles. Soon he was up and on his feet again. Every morning Freckles goes to school and in the afternoon comes back. One afternoon Freckles came home and saw a beautiful girl skeleton. As soon as he saw her his eyes were soon in love.
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A LITTLE KOALA A little koala walking across the grass, decided to come and visit our class. He walked down the corridor, inspecting our locker doors, He said they were very clean, but in one there was a jelly bean, But in the end he said goodbye, and we were sad and about to cry. Christina Kerr Year 3
ZIT I get up in the morning At a quarter past seven, I find it's time for breakfast By ten it's half past eleven. At twelve I've finished breakfast, All of it is done. Now it's time to get dressed And have a bit of fun.
On my nose there is a zit, I scratched it just a little bit, I covered it with cream, It turned bright green, I yelled out to mum, "Quick you'd better come!" On my nose there is a zit, I can't wait to get rid of it! I'm going out with John, But I can't because you know something's wrong! It's a ZIT!!!! Sarah Warrior Year 6
It's nearly one o'clock In the afternoon, After I've had lunch I have to wash the spoon! All the stars are out Seven in the night. Megan comes to sleep, We're having a pillow fight! We're doing cross-stitch With a needle and a thread, Guess what it's time to do? It's time to go to bed! Lisa Kerr Year 6
ANGRY MOUNTAIN Tremble, tremble, roar, roar Lava spitting from the core. Volcano bombs are flying high Watch out crows in the sky. Magma flows, magma flows, People running to and fro Lava spitting from the core Tremble, tremble, roar, roar. Laura Burt Year 5
THE DRAGON AND THE DINOSAUR Once upon a time there was a dragon and a dinosaur. They were such good friends that each birthday they had they invited each other. Since they were such good friends, nearly everyday they went for a walk.
THE MOON The man went to the moon In his rocket "THE BALLOON" When he got there He got a terrible scare An alien with long green hair Was scaring the people at the palace gate The man left the moon In his rocket "THE BALLOON" He raced back to Earth And landed in the surf. Miranda Henderson Year 5
PUPPIES Puppies are fluffy and scruffy, Puppies are fluffy and scruffy, Puppies play with a ball next to the door. Puppies are bright and sometimes give me a fright! Jorda Burnett Year 2
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Butterflies flying through the air, flapping their colourful wings Landing on the pretty flowers, taking a little nap, Don't they look so beautiful flying through the air? They make me so happy and gay and then I'll be happy and glad all day.
One cold day Kate Koala only had skin and was very cold. The Spirit told her that the God of men would loan her a grey rug and said, "Go and put on this grey rug." This kept her warm. So she kept it on all winter, spring, summer and autumn and that's how the Koala got her fur coat.
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- THE MANTAS I love to watch the Mantas play In the crystal clear bay, I swim and play with the Mantas And I feel my life is complete.
CASSIE'S FAVOURITE TONGUE TWISTERS
I run my hand down his silky back, His belly is white, and his back is black, He's friendly, really, but he's a bit afraid, And so am I but I don't like to say!
Jenny Jane jogging during her journey to Jan Juc. Weird Wendy wombat waddling with Winifred walrus. Careful Cassandra climbing pink clouds to her castle on the colourful rainbow. Six silly spiders sleeping silently on a slippery, slimy sausage. Cassandra Rigbye Year 3
It was a day to remember, I'll never forget! The day those three Mantas and I first met!
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! One day I went to the beach and I saw a crab. He was red and he had sharp snippers. He was a special crab.
I am in Lawson. It is fun because you can play brilliant games. On our sports day we all do our very best. Last year we came second and it was our exciting day. But then when it was finished I was as hot as a heater and as thirsty as an animal in a drought. Well next time it's sports day, I hope we win!
Kate Swan, Prep.
SQUIRMY WORMS I like worms... funny worms, acrobatic worms, fat worms, brown worms, dancing worms, soft worms, red worms, wiggly worms, Worms that crawl, Worms that twist, Worms that glow, Worms that are babies, Worms that dance, And worms that slither, and crawl and fall out of the door.
Jessica Tan Year 2
BOOKS ARE FUN Books are fun, Books are fun, How much is it for only one? Books are fun, Books are fun, Is there one for my Mum? She is sweet, She is neat, She's the one I love, She is kind, She is mine, To be with me for ever.
THE RICH GIRL Once there was a very rich girl. She wouldn't share her money. So one day she decided to hide her money in a box with a lid. But one day she died. A handsome prince came and found the money and lived happily ever after with her money.
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THE FARMER AND THE TURNIP Once upon a time there was a farmer and a turnip. The farmer thought it was a carrot and couldn't pull it out. So he called his friends to help and they got it out. They cut it into pieces and ate it. So they all had turnip for tea. Marina Stefanovic Year 1
"0 where is your homework, Louisa, my student? O where is your homework, my sweet little scholar?" "It's at home on my bed; teacher, let me go home, For I'm tired from working, so please don't holler." "0 how much did you write, Louisa, my student? O how much did you write, my sweet little scholar?" "I did a page or two; teacher, let me go home. For I'm tired from working, so please don't holler."0 when will you bring it, Louisa my student? O when will you bring it, my sweet little scholar? "I will bring it tomorrow; teacher let me go home. For I'm tired from working, so please don't holler.-
WATERFALLS Twisting, turning, rushing, gushing, Gorgeous, exquisite, lovely, stunning, Flowing rapidly down the rocks, Quickly, speedily, swiftly, pelting, Streaking, tearing, hurtling, racing, I cannot explain Just how beautiful a waterfall is.
"Farewell, goodbye, Louisa my student? Farewell goodbye, my sweet little scholar." "See you later, goodbye, my teacher, thank you. I'll bring it tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.Melissa Tan Year 5
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Horses are such majestic creatures, Large, gentle animals with individualised features, Either trotting, cantering or galloping past, The horse loves to bolt and go explosively fast. The horse can be tamed or let run wild, They're great as pets to a lonely child. Accessories needed to care for a horse Are a brush, halter, saddle and bridle of course. A flowing mane and tail a horse possesses, Racing horses are used for racing successes! The beat of hooves make an exciting sound As the horse gallops by leaving dust off the ground I'm sure that you'll agree with me, That horses make the best company!
Trapped, trapped on the sand, Dear Lord, People yelling, "Help if you can", I hope you sleep well Gasping, gasping in despair. and do things well. Hurrying people everywhere. Spurting, spurting, spraying, swish, Gemma Rogers, Prep. Glittering strong white pointy teeth, Olivia Romet Year 6 Gracefully swimming to catch some fish. Slippery smooth grey skin From the cliff, people are looking to see this sight, The beautiful whale shining like a star in the night. My mother is going to have a baby on February 9th. One night daddy told Seeing comets whizzing by, Michelle Carroll Year 5 me that mummy was going to have a A space dog licks my hand baby. I was so happy and excited. Two space rabbits jump along I still can't wait for mummy to have UFO's might land on Earth from Saturn it. Right I'm going home, it's too cold for me No way am I going to Saturn again. Nicole Gerrard-Tan, Prep.
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HOMEWORK "Teacher, teacher I've bad news," "Don't tell me now, Where's your shoes?" "I've left my shoes in my bag," "Get them now don't be a wag." "I've left my homework on my bed," "You've what? Left your homework on your bed" "I'm so sorry, please don't yell, I was frightened of you to tell." "To the principal, Quick! Quick! Quick!" "Oh no! Now I'm feeling sick!"
KITTENS Kittens are small, but they grow tall, every single day. Kittens are cute, and they are beaut, when you are feeling sad.
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Kathryn Leech Year 3
SPRINGTIME Spring is my favourite season of the year because the flowers blossom and there are little tiny birds hatching out of their eggs. The sky is blue and the sun is shining. That is why I like SPRING TIME! I feel very happy and excited too. Georgia Rogers Year 2
THE DEEP, BLUE SEA Down, down, down in the deep blue sea, I saw some coral looking at me, Lying in the very cool, cool sand, Lots of people peering at it from the land.
SWIMMING Was great, noisy and cold. In relays our team took the gold, Moving swiftly through the pool, Minutes pass, it's so cool. It was fun. Now my hair looks so much neater, Going home to sit by the heater.
Much further out in the deep, blue sea, There is a boardrider waving at me, Swimming out to the surfer, Mum is calling, "Come back daughter." Boats are gliding along the sea, I'm watching the passengers eating afternoon tea, Now the sun's set, everyone's gone home, The poor deep, blue sea is all alone!
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ARDENS HOUSE Ardens began the year with swimming sports and exciting gossip about the holidays. Although Ardens came sixth in the swimming events, we came first in suntans and figures. When the swimming sports came to a conclusion, everyone was determined to keep in shape for athletics. People from Ardens were training for running, jumping, putting and throwing events. With all of this training happening, our muscles began to ripple while other houses turned into cellulite. On the day of the sports, we put four houses to shame by coming second, not getting the better of the house with "unusual" champs. We let our physical beauty disappear for some time while we improved more on our intellectual side of Ardens. Christine Pullin (yr 9) Catherine Stone (yr 10) Kaye Driscoll (yr 10) Tammy Richardson (yr 10) Susan Robins (yr 11) Fiona Cooke (yr 11) and Jenny Stone (yr12) represented Ardens most professionally in the inter-house debating. The junior team unfortunately lost their debate by a small margin, while our FABULOUS senior team won their debate against Robb. CONGRATULATIONS DEBATERS. In between these activities, the Ardens girls were collecting stamps by writing to people at companies, to each other, and collecting them from everyday letters at home. We all seemed to be fed up with coming second, so we decided that this would be our big break where we would try really hard. This paid off, because Ardens victoriously won the stamp competition by 20,000 stamps. There's hope yet! Music and Drama comps were a new stress for the houses. Ardens battled through the few weeks to prepare ourselves. The day we were all dreading arrived, and the worst thing was that Ardens was first house up on the stage; small group being the first act. I must admit that we were fantastic; there was so much enthusiasm and bounce to our production and I have never been so proud of Ardens before. Everything came together all at once. Well done to everyone.
Narelle Montgomery — Ardens House Captain Year 10 Half Colours
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HOUSE COLOURS Year 11 Full Colours
The Cross country around the Barwon River was a definite fitness tester with little red faces, dripping with perspiration, and the occasional walker with a box of tissues. It seems that many people suffered the consequences of the run the next morning; getting out of bed and making the first few metres to the bathroom was one of the worst pains to suffer. And how can I forget walking up the stairs at school just to get to class. That was a definition of pain. Ardens girls, the pain you suffered was worth it, with the senior section being won by ARDENS, the juniors fourth, and overall coming in fourth.
Jane Cameron Narelle Montgomery Jenny Stone
This will be the last official evidence you will have of me as your House captain. While I have the opportunity, I might as well give you all SLIGHT head swells. You were all the best house anyone could possibly want. I always had support from year twelves, staff, and everyone else. You made my year an enjoyable one, and I LOVED being able to brag to other house captains about how great you all were. Always will I remember the house meetings, and of course that lovely, romantic colour that represents our house. And remember that ARDENS are LEGENDS, who will never die.
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HARRIS HOUSE Before I start babbling on like I usually do, I'd just like to say that HARRIS is the best house, now and forever. So when I'm gone and forgotten, please treat dear old HARRIS with care because I'm certainly going to miss all those lunchtime music practices, warm up exercises out on the oval and posting up those sport lists on the sometimes drab House board. (Well maybe not miss them, I'll just have withdrawal symptoms for a few months afterwards!) I was warned term one was going to be extremely busy, and whoever passed on to me that message was never closer to the truth. The inaugural event of the year was the swimming sports. Harrisites swam, splashed, paddled or simply made their way to the other end of the pool any way they could the third week into the new school year. It was the trials. This was a mere glimpse of the star performances that were to be exhibited on the 26th of February. All Harris competitors resembled fish on the day, be it swimming trouts, or swallowing enough water to irrigate the MCG for three weeks! One way or another, we sorted out the dolphins from the whales. Harris' true water babies were Suzie Morrision (year 11), Sarah Deckert (year 10) and Alison Warrior (yr 8) who were all runner-up champions for their respective year levels. Congratulations on a commendable performance. Also a big WELL DONE to all the seniors for swimming towards the senior trophy and to all the House for swimming and cheering us to a huge third place.
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"To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield" was exactly what Lawson did this year, however it wasn't a matter of not being able to locate what we were striving for, but rather to get a good, strong grip on it. Sadly, tradition was not broken as a first placing for Lawson was simply 'not meant to be'. Did we try, and by the Music Comps, we'd almost overdosed on House spirit. What a way to go! The annual House Picnic at Werribee Park was the first gathering on Lawson's social calendar which saw forty girls, a safari tour, an historic mansion and twelve roast chickens all get to know one another for the year ahead. Then suddenly, before you could say "Kermit the frog", the swimming sports arrived and it was time again for those stylish powdered caps. For the sixth consecutive year Nat. Strijder was crowned champion achieving a total of 42 wins. Prue Waayers of Year 9 put in another fantastic effort this year being the runner-up champion. Once again we blitzed the relays and our divers performed with courage and grace; not even winning the senior novelty however could adjust our close fourth place. Under the guidance of Mr. Keeley our junior and senior debaters trounced their oppositions being victorious in every debate, that is, until the final. Our final team consisted of Ann "look on the bright side of life" Shoebridge, Cathy 'straight to the point' Peeler and our intermediate 'best speaker' Alison Funston. Inter-house athletics saw Berilyn Bernicke receive a well deserved runner-up champion of Year 10. Our other extremely talented sportswomen in Year 9 and 10 gained first place in the intermediate section. Although we came sixth overall, we definitely had a fun day, even if it was at my expense-coming an embarrassing last in the walk. The Music and Drama competitions were indeed the one area where the Lawsonites had the potential to excel. We did not have to rely on a few individuals, as in previous House competitions, as we Lawsonites had in each and everyone of our melodic bones a passion for music and the dramatic arts, or maybe we just couldn't pass up the chance to show off! Whatever the desire, we all did our very best, enjoying every minute in the 'Land of Dreams'. Our House choir with our other talented musicians: Diana, Ann, Cathy, Melissa, Kristen and Annabelle gained first place with small group also receiving first place scoring 29/30 points. Melissa's ballet solo was a beautiful inclusion to the House drama which saw 'roars' of laughter from the audience. Diana displayed great enthusiasm during the entire year with the recent Cross-country being no exception where 'blood, sweat and tears' were shed literally for the sake of the House. Well done also to Prue, Tamsin, Ann, Meredith and Christine who achieved very high places in this year's Barwon River course. Since my first House Assembly in Year 7, Lawson has seen a few dramatic changes. Oscar has been replaced by Kermit, and House Assembly has actually been shifted from the canteen. Thank you to all my fellow Lawsonites for the fantastic year especially Ann, Donna and Diana and the rest of 12L and to the Lawson House staff who have been so enthusiastic and helpful.
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B.E.A.T. Beat'em B.U.S.T. Bust'em Beat'em Bust'em That's our custom Come on Robb let's readjust 'em — Yeah Robb. With an inspiring song like that, there is no doubt that Robb is definitely the greatest House that has ever existed. Of course, there is really no need to write this down but just as a reminder to all other Houses, Robb House is of course the BEST House. As I think back, the fun and excitement began in 4th Term 1990. My first task as Robb House Captain was to organise the annual House picnic. Being new to the job, I was unsure of what to do. But with the aid of my fellow classmates and the support of the House Staff, the picnic was soon to be a breeze. From previous years, Kentucky Fried Chicken has always been a "must" for the annual picnic along with a variety of videos to be watched followed by lunch then rollerskating at Rollerama. Returning to school in 1991, we found the Swimming Sports was the first event for the year on the calendar. Once again all Robbites put a tremendous effort in the pool, as well as in the cheer squad. Unfortunately we were defeated by Roslyn by a small margin. Nevertheless we had two champions — in Year 7, Alison Love and Jodi Johnstone of Year 9.
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,40 ROSLYN HOUSE REPORT Being elected House Captain flattered, shocked, scared and excited me all at once. My year began at the annual house picnic which was a mixture of bowling balls and Kentucky fried chicken. The Roslynites had a great day. 1991 came and the Roslyn year began well with first rate participation and enthusiasm at both the trials and the swimming sports. Every girl gave her best, resulting in the first victory for the year for Roslyn. Special mentions to our champions, Sally, Alison, Penny and Stephanie. After our celebratory party, we commenced athletics training. All the vigorous preparation, both on the track and with war cries and slam dancing, was rewarded when Roslyn ran a fantastic race and sped to the finish in first place. Roslyn certainly was H.O.T.T.O.G.O. and Stephanie and Kate were our stars. It was now time to show that we had more than muscles. After many late nights the fast talking Roslyn debating team strongly argued their case to win against Lawson in the finals. Hannah, Laura and I were in the victorious team. Junior sport again showed Roslyn's success. The netball team came first in ability and achievement while hockey was first in enthusiasm and dedication understandably, at mid-year, Roslyn was leading in the House aggregate. That's more than we can say for our stamp collecting. The next event? The Music and Drama Competitions: traumatic, stressful, musical, exhausting, tiring, amusing, suspenseful ...Special thanks to Hannah, Laura, Sally and Kate and congratulations to all girls in all Houses on a great effort. Less than one week later came the dreaded cross-country run. No fear was needed as we powered to third placing, consolidating our postion on the aggregate points table. Roslyn has had a fantastic year and I am sure there will be many more. Good luck for the years to come. Thank you for such a wonderful year: remember "enthusiasm and dedication". Kirsty Danby
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Emma Jackman Sally Robbins Elisabeth Self Sally Ettershank
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Kirsty Danby Louise Riordan Hannah Lawrence Melissa Riches
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VENTERSVENTERS HOUSE From the start, the mean machine also known as Venters promised to live up to their reputation of being ruthless, unforgiving legends. It's a common fact that Venters girls do not particularly excel in the watery grave called Norlane Pool. However under the prowess of Vicki Hammertime Hedley and Claire Wonderwoman Wookey, we were inspired to even greater heights than previous years and were beached at 5th place. The rumours quickly spread around the school concerning the Athletics Sports. The finely tuned athletic queens of Venters had been pounding the track and hurling bricks around the backyard for months before the big day. Lucy the Mutant Mayall, Sarah Gyrating Gellie, Vicki Hurdling Hedley, Nikola the Masher McGrath, Kate the Killer Laidlow proved they were more than just pretty faces by stunning the opposition with their poise, grace and speed. Despite everyone's efforts and leading all updates throughout the day we came in 5th. Onto a competition where the more sedate, intelligent members of Venters could strut their stuff — debating. Our Sale of the Century outcasts were pitted against tough competition and narrowly missed making the Grand Final. Well done to all debaters and resident coaches on coming third. It is a well known fact that Venters is the maestro of music and drama. The angelic voices of Venterians recreated the atmosphere of the cabaret with thugs, sexy women, gangsters, Mafia kings we wowed the audience. Excerpts were taken from Gang Jazz and Marnie Carroll gave a brilliant performance of Making Whoopie. The Melancholy Moochers caused the audience to dissolve into tears with their stirring rendition of "Send in the Clowns". The outcome? SECOND BY ONE POINT! Well done on a brilliant effort. We survived the heart-stopping events of the Music Competitions to hit the Barwon River Cross Country Course, it was obvious that Nikola the Mightly McGrath would finish before the rest of the field had even worked up a sweat. However in this event we came sixth. 1991 has certainly been a most entertaining one for me. How can one ever forget the love scene from Romeo and Juliet played by two girls who forgot their stamps?!! Congratulations to every girl who tried their hardest to succeed. Good luck for the next year. Don't forget that Venters will always be numero uno even if it is only in theory. Love, light and peace. Caroline Millard
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Anne Kidman Naomi Rankin
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THE TREE The tree makes me happy, The tree makes me sad, The tree can be gloomy, The tree can be glad. The tree will listen, It won't go away, The tree will be there, To hear what I say. The tree I can love With its colours and shades But whatever the season Its beauty never fades. Megan Blackmore Year 8
LUCERNIAN PRIZES Senior Year 12 Ann Shoebridge Year 11 Marnie Carroll Year 12 Katrina O'Grady Year 12 Chloe Plumridge Intermediate Year 10 Year 9
Laura Hughes Shu-Yin Lee
Junior Year 8 Year 7
Megan Blackmore Aisha Ryan
Photography Senior Year 12 Junior Year 8
Jenny Stone Melanie McRae
Special Principal's Award for an outstanding contribution. Open to all ages Year 11 Sarah Bennett
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Tick, tick. The time is slipping away. My mind races with thoughts of the future. These years, the best of my life, slide slowly through my fingers. Tick, tick. Study, school, homework, greet me full in the face. Trapped in a life of regimentation, full of stressful pressure that I cannot cope with. Tick, tick. Living in constant high gear with no time to slow down. Look around, appreciate the freedom of youth. Tick, tick. Don't waste youthful days. Stop, look around and relax. Work hard for yourself and not for the teachers, parents that we try to please. My success, and only mine. Rebecca Appleton 9JM
VIETNAM VETERANS COME HOME
THE BEAST
Shed not the tears of those wasted years, Believe not the worries and troubled fears.
Proud in the night the beast passed by, head crowned by royal horns, his milky eyes split by strokes of moonlight, his great frame shaggy with hair. He moved with stiff and stilted strides, swinging his silvered beard, and from the tangled strength of his thighs and shoulders trailed the heavy chains he'd broken. He walked slowly, magestically, towards the old broken down house outside which he had been kept prisoner for ten days and ten nights, with only water and scraps to feed on. He was free from those chains at last. Slowly approaching the house he seemed to become more alive — fierce almost, until he finally stopped on the verandah and waited. What he was waiting for he didn't know. Maybe so he could get up his courage to do what he knew he had to. Maybe he was waiting for someone to come out of the house or for something terrifying to happen — he didn't quite know. Soon he knew the time had come: he had to do it now or never. Stepping forward slowly, carefully, quietly he took one step. It seemed the step took forever. He shook his head and listened for any sound. None. He took another step and another, building up momentum as he went along. He stopped for another listen and for a look around — he was in the first room of the house. The darkness was broken by shivers of silvery moonlight which showed furniture and a ghostly looking kitchen. He moved on again until he came to the bedroom. There he stopped — for good this time, and stood looking at the two pale figures in the bed. Both were breathing very quietly and deeply. Quite suddenly he opened his mouth and let out a loud scream, shattering the deathly silence. Soon there was panic. The beast had done what he set out to do. There was yelling and the figures sat up in their bed, trying to focus on the beast that had intruded on their privacy. There came a string of oaths from one figure while the other, quite calmly called out "It's alright everyone, go back to bed. It's only the goat!"
Let not the politics and the anger astound, Or bitterness and hate from those abound. Our history is carved in your name and face, You are our heritage of heart and grace. For honour and love is the cross you bear, Your heart and being for you to care. No man, right or wrong, can truly say That sacrifice is the penalty one must pay. Stand proud and free in your purpose great, For duty and loyalty is a blessed fate. So fear not to stand unequal and alone, You, our Anzacs, our diggers are finally home. Corrine Higginbotham 10R0
VANITY
Winter The sky so grey, as grey as ash, Trees bare branches, leaves dart and dash. Skiers are eager to hit the slopes, Stay upright, do not crash.
It was 5.17pm, and he was already uptight due to the slow moving peak hour traffic. The traffic lights at the intersection of Scoresbury and Boronia roads just caught John and he knew now he'd have to wait for about three minutes. Taking his hands off the steering wheel, he ran his plump hand through his thin auburn hair and then attempted to flatten the stubborn pieces of hair which seemed intent on defying gravity. As the traffic light turned green, he reached for an apple which he had previously noticed in the glovebox. With one hand on the steering wheel, John continued down Boronia Road, eager to get home and looking forward to his brother's 21st party. He wound down the window to let the breeze cool down the car. The apple seemed to be soft and bruised, so after looking behind him to see if anyone was watching he hurtled the apple into the grass and trees dividing the highway. As he reached the next set of lights, he was once again delayed. Looking into the rear vision mirror, he opened his mouth to see if anything was caught in between his top teeth. He then opened his mouth wider, as he thought it looked like his bottom teeth weren't there, and according to the mirror, they weren't. With two of his pudgy fingers, John felt his mouth and unfortunately confirmed what he saw. No bottom teeth. It then struck him, his bottom false teeth must have been stuck in the apple, when he hurled it out the window. The lights turned green, John was in the wrong lane to do a U-turn, so he drove up three blocks until he could turn around again. Heading back towards the intersection, he was trying to think whereabout's he had thrown the apple out. Parking on the opposite side. he crossed the highway and began his search amongst the semilong grass and growing trees. For the next two hours. John continued his search, finding nothing that even slightly resembled an apple or falst teeth. Giving up, he crossed the highway and climbed back into his car, slamming the door shut and kicking up grass as he left, to turn around and go home. Walking into the kitchen, his wife began abusing him as they were now late for the 21st. Not even bothering to defend himself, John reached for the phone and began to make a dentist's appointment for the next day. His wife who overheard the conversation and realized that he must have lost his false teeth tried not to laugh, as she walked over and put her arms around him, saying, "Don't worry, you look kind of cute like that.- He might have believed it, except for the smile that was rapidly growing on her face.
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Nicole Brown Year 11
Alison Funston 10R0
SEASONS Spring The sky so clear, as clear as glass, Blossoms blooming ever so fast. Lambs at play, throughout the day, Spring is here, winter is past. Summer The sky so bright, as bright as light, Roses flowering, what a sight! Bodies tanning, sand so hot, Swimming, sailing, let's fly my kite.
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NO ESCAPE She placed the scrambled eggs on the table before him. He slowly tilted his head and stared at them with hungry eyes. No word of thanks was spoken. He made no attempt to eat. Rose eased her heavy frame into the chair beside him and began spoon-feeding his breakfast. She patiently wiped the dribble that ran down his chin and caught the food he missed. Her face always caught in a serene expression that easied the wrinkles formed during the earlier years. It had been hard on her during the younger years of her motherhood and she still wasn't sure if she could cope. After a struggle Rose and the bus driver managed to get David and his wheelchair into the school bus. She dutifully waved him goodbye and began her weary journey back to the old and weather-beaten house that she and her husband no longer had time to paint, ready to face the day's chores. She still had a household to run and a husband to care for. Already feeling exhausted Rose began tidying David's bedroom. The literature classics that had been given to him at birth by his grandparents lined one wall. they would always lie untouched and unread. Yet she dusted and cared for them, wishing for a miracle that would never happen. Rose and her husband had filled the room with popular rock posters and beautiful girls, hoping that he would feel like a normal teenage boy, yet the wheelchair sat in the corner — a constant reminder to her of his abnormalities and the eighteen years of her life she had given to him. When he returned from school he was wheeled into the kitchen by a supervising teacher. Rose thanked her and still in slippers and apro tolerantly began helping him with his homework. With the aid of a picture board he was able to communicate slowly and awkwardly, making intelligent sentences out of jumbled words. His poor tortured brain did not allow him speech and his lack of communication skills deeply frustrated him. David had been a victim of fate and a traumatic birth. The oxygen had been cut off from his brain for a few seconds and his body and brain had paid the price. Her husband, Tom, blamed himself. Immersing himself in alcohol in an attempt to drown the guilt. Rose blamed herself for David's condition, telling herself that it was she who had done something wrong, and was being punished in the form of David's physical condition. But she could afford no escape. Her responsibilities to both of them cut off any avenue of release. She had already given him eighteen good and full years. How many more was a question she could not answer. She had her own life to live, but part of his had already been taken from him at birth. She sadly but resolutely realised that she must continue to sacrifice her own life in an attempt to try and make up for his wretched deprivation.
A STORM "Hurry up, Dad!" I shouted. "OK! OK! I'm trying to find the fishing rod!" he shouted back. I walked in to Dad's room and helped him to find it. "Ah, here it is" he said. I grabbed him and pulled him out of the door. I said goodbye to Mum and walked outside. In great dismay I saw to the east, some clouds as black as night, slowly heading our way. Dad didn't seem to notice them and I didn't tell him. I definitely wasn't going to let the weather ruin our boating trip. Eventually we reached the beach and took our boat into the splashing waves. We sat dreamily in the boat, letting the spray of the ocean cool us down. I felt a sharp tug on my fishing line and opened my eyes. I carefully pulled in the line and threw the fish onto the boat. It was a giant cod. "Great!" Dad yelled. "That will probably do us for dinner!" he shouted over the splashing of the waves. Suddenly a deafening crash came from the sky. In no time rain was pouring down. The waves started licking the boat alarmingly as if to say "Come down here! It's wonderful in the swelling ocean!" "Look!" Dad cried. In the distance an enormous hurricane was heading towards us. "Quickly, put the sail up!" he screamed. The wind was becoming so powerful that it ripped the sail away. Our boat rocked violently and the hurricane came even closer. We were absolutely terrified. Our boat was now becoming very close to capsizing! "Jump off!" he yelled. "You might get hurt if the boat capsizes!" We both leapt off the boat and into the freezing water. The hurricane was not more than 200 metres away. We were getting pulled towards it. "HEEELLLPPPP MEEEEE" Dad screamed as he got sucked towards the fatal hurricane. The hurricane was quietening down but, Dad was gone. The sea calmed down and in a few hours I heard the hovering of helicopters. I waved my hands frantically and they came down and rescued me. Our boat was totally wrecked and I explained everything to the lifeguards. When I arrived home my mother was very worried and she burst into tears when she found out what had happened. A few days later my mother went out looking for a job. She was interested in mysteries of the world as my Dad was involved in that field. She came home that night, with no success in job finding. When we were having dinner we heard a knock at the door. I reluctantly went to answer it thinking it was just the media wanting more information about the hurricane, but to our great surprise there was Dad, with two guards, looking very tired and shocked but still with a smile on his face. Dad told us that the hurricane had pulled him under and into an ancient underwater world. He had no idea how he came to be there. He just found himself looking up at the sea. It was totally deserted, but there were actually still some scuba diving suits left and after a day's rest and exploration he managed to carefully get his way to the top. Then the guards spotted him and pulled him to safety. "Oh, I forgot. I have some great news!" Dad exclaimed. "Because I found the underwater world I received a promotion!" After we had congratulated him, we all gladly went to bed.
Diana Taylor Year 11
"IT„ No-one could stop it now. Once it started moving it just kept rolling on. We sat there staring at it. It was noisy, fast yet smooth and with arms upraised was heading towards us. The wind from behind blew straight through me as though I were non-existent and my stomach was constantly churning with a mixture of feelings, a building up of nervous scared feelings and tension. My heart beat so loudly I was certain others could hear and as my friends and I looked at each other, we knew there was no way out. We had to be brave and fight it. As we watched other people fight it, we saw body after body jump high with their arms stretched high. They would yell so loudly that it rang through my ears, until eventually it calmed down. It undulated and we watched the victims slump back, dull and unaware of what had just happened. Once again my friends and I looked at each other. It was here now and within a split second it would hit us. Faster, faster, louder, louder, WAVE!! It was gone. Gone forever. I can't wait for the next Ashes to do another Mexican Wave. Kirsty Trim Year 9
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ESCAPE What a day! Man, I sure felt like a fool! Why does my life have to be so complicated and such a misery? I slowly dawdled along, kicking stones that lay in my path, feeling miserable and unliked as usual. Today I felt even more depressed. I had been yelled at for losing my book, wiping a disk during computers, and for not doing all my homework. Then to make matters worse, I tripped while I was carrying a tray of paints and had everyone laughing at me like I was a total geek! I was a poor bespectacled girl with braces and paint splattered op-shop clothing. As I approached the crossing, a car with popular good-looking footy players sped past, all of them jeering and laughing at me. I wished that I was pretty and stylish so that I could create a sensation and get appreciative attention ... ...Hitching my handbag over my shoulder, I tottered across the road with style in my fashionable new outfit, my golden locks cascading down my back, the footy players honking their car horns in admiration ... HONK! SCREECH! It brought me back to reality like a slap across the face. "What do you think you're doing?" came the furious voice of the arrogant driver. "Are you blind or something or do you just enjoy walking in front of cars? Stupid fool!" "Sorry," I muttered then headed off home again. I had sure created a sensation but not as I had wanted. When I arrived home, I went to my room and began my homework. History first. We had been learning about the Romantic Era. Just hearing about it made me wish that I was living back in that time. To wear those long dresses... ... My maid had finally fastened my corset. It really annoyed me but the look was worth it. I donned my petticoats then my freshly starched gown. All I had to do now was my hair and make-up. I was going to be the belle of the ball and I was thoroughly looking forward to it. Once I had myself ready, I walked down the staircase and joined my fiance and went to dance and dance... "Cathy." Tea time! I sighed wearily and went to the kitchen. The meal passed quickly and silently. After tea I went back to my homework. But it bored me totally and I just lapsed into dreamland, to escape the reality...
Heat. Dust. A swirl of grit around me, in me. My mouth works desperately, a dry cavern suffocatingly full of sand. Eyes screw up, searching. Searching for one small sign of life in this barren place. But there is nothing there. I am alone in my nightmare world as the desert sand shifts around me. Time passes by in an uphill stream, days and nights flowing slowly by, merging together in an indistinguishable mass, uncountable and sleepless. Weariness threatens to overcome me as I sink to my knees in the hot sand. Head bowed, arms hanging limply — attached yet somewhat separate. In the dark privacy of my mind, my body is weightless, light as a feather, flying on the wings of a dove in a beauty such as man never dreamed of. My mind soars higher and higher — ever seeking, ever knowing. Yet the dream goes on and on, with a beautiful warmth surrounding me, infusing me with strength and vitality. Warmer and warmer it grows, against my face, against my cheek. The touch is burning, unbearable. My eyes flicker open before snapping shut with immediate regret. Soothing tears trickle down hot cheeks as my head lifts up from the burning sand where I'd fallen, drowning in dreams. A new determination fills me and I jerk off my boots, one by one, shaking out the sand that I've allowed to pinch my feet for miles now. I won't be one of the lost skeletons of the desert. Not me. I stagger slowly but decisively to my feet, picking up my bundle as I rise. The old shirt protecting my face has fallen around my neck and I adjust it absentmindedly, eyes screwed up, staring into the dark of the storm. I don't know where to go, but go I must. One foot after another, a mindless, sightless tramp. Behind me, the dust swirls as I disappear into the storm. Not even my footprints remain. Emma Jackman Year 11
A FAVOURITE PLACE The air smelt wet as she lay entombed in green. A drop rolled down the stalk, slowly reaching the tip and cascading to the earth. All the leaves were different — each had a slightly varied shape, or had been eaten away in many places by the hordes of creatures that the naked eye strains to see. The outsiders wouldn't notice the difference — the leaves all look identical to them. She came here often however, her big brown eyes observing things others didn't. The branches of the vine all around tickled her back and legs. A mould of her position was evident — where the branches had been accustomed to growing around her because she was there so frequently. A large purple bulb sat in front of her nose. She wondered how long it would be before it would grow ripe and heavy enough to fall to the ground, so she then could take it and savour the succulent taste of its seeds. The aroma of roast lamb cooking for dinner wafted through the air, making her mouth water. Something flitted past and landed on the candy pink of the passionfruit flowers, its black and yellow stripes shining as it took to flight once more, buzzing in her ear as it went. She brushed it away... but it was gone. Too many things came and went in this world. She didn't understand, she was too confused. That was why she loved to come here, however. Even though her body was relaxed, her mind was active. Running at top speed — as fast as the world around her — trying to sort out her thoughts into some kind of order. She liked to be at other places too, with a bias for the great outdoors. Her obsession was to run. She loved to go down to the creek in the mornings, when the mist hung low under the trees. She would run along beside a rabbit on occasion, the wind hitting her in the face and blowing her hair about. She had beautiful thick, black hair and long, curly eyelashes, but she didn't take any notice of her appearance. She often stood listening to the water gurgle over the rocks. She would drop a stick in, intrigued by the way it moved as it followed the twists and turns of the surging creek. Still, it was here she came when the sun rose in the pink sky, and when the stars twinkled in the night — here she came to dream. The sense of a calling companion, the smell of "Pal", and she was off.
Cathy Winkler Year 11
FIRE Crackle, crackle Is the sound that I hear When I know that a fire Is near. Crackle, crackle Is the sound that I hear When I know animals are Leaving in a great deal of Fear Crackle, crackle Is the sound that I hear When firemen are fighting The treacherous bush-fires Without much gear. Black and desolate is the Sight that I see — Black stumps and not trees. I see very few animals big or Wee. FIRES MUST STOP IMMEDIATELY!
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Someone was digging a grave in one corner of the cemetery as I went through the lynch gate. I remember that quite clearly because it seemed to set the scene for nearly everything that followed. Slowly, I wove my way through the upright tombstones making sure that I didn't disturb any resting bodies. The mist that hung above the tombstones so early this morning was cold and gave this resting ground a creepy uneasy mood; it felt as if something dreadful was going to happen. The ivy there lay like a carpet draped over the graves and tombstones. The sun had not risen over the horizon and the moon was the only silvery light that guided me. I wondered why there was someone digging a grave so early in the morning; after all it was one o'clock in the morning. Even I didn't know why I was walking through the cemetry but I remember an unknown force dragging me there like a magnet. As I was feeling frightened and alone I headed for the stranger in the corner. It was a young woman and as I approached her she didn't once lift her head. I asked her softly, "Why are you digging a grave so early in the morning?" She replied, "Why, for you of course!" Not catching the full meaning of this answer I replied without thinking "Yes, of course!" When I collected my senses I cried out, "WHAT!! Who me? but I'm not dead — at least I don't think I am." She still didn't raise her head as I cried out in my pathetic anguish. She kept on digging and digging. After numberless spadefuls of earth, she laid down the spade and said, "It's ready. Have you any last requests?" Unaware of what was happening to me, I stammered, "Who, who, are you?" "That, you should know yourself!" She replied as she lifted her head for me to see her face. Quickly I backed away in fright and disbelief. "NO, NO, It couldn't be. It must be a joke!" I cried out. My heart beat like a war drum, thumping hard against my chest. It was true, the face I recognised so clearly was like the one I had always seen in my bedroom mirror. It was me!! Screaming, I jumped over concrete and marble tombstones and ran over graves not caring any more if I disturbed any resting bodies. IT followed me with arms stretched out as if to strangle. I knew I couldn't escape because I was running away from the one person who knew me best, ME. I looked around desperately to escape but I realised I had reached nowhere and I was heading to the freshly dug grave waiting for me. I looked behind to see how far ahead I was and in doing so I tripped over a small tombstone and fell straight into the open grave. I tried climbing out but the grave was dug a good six feet down and the earth kept crumbling beneath my hands and feet. Suddenly, I saw IT standing above with a spade in ITS hands. I thought IT was going to strike me dead but instead IT started to scoop spadefuls of earth into the grave. I put my arms out to block the flying dirt and screamed, "HELP, won't someone help me?" Suddenly the earth stopped falling and I felt a cool breeze. Opening my eyes, I saw the mirror across from me that I was lying in bed with tear stains on my face. The window was open and out of it I could see the local cemetery. Thankfully, I gave a sigh realising it was all a dream. I went to close the window and in doing so something fell from my hands. It was fresh earth.
Shuffle, Shuffle In to bed, Shuffle, Shuffle, Rest your self. Chat Chat Instead of snoring, Chat Chat Always talking. Chomp Chomp Eating quickly, Chomp Chomp Hoping for seconds. Splash Splash In the dam, Splash Splash As we swim. Hustle Hustle Start to pack, Hustle Hustle All ready. Clunk Clunk Goes the bus, Clunk Clunk Off to school. Rachael Gunther 7HE
THE MYSTERIES OF MEMORY Eagerly they emerged from a myriad of sweet-scented buds and thorny rosebushes. They greeted us with shrieks of happiness and firm hugs. Nancy and Meg: eternally bound together as sisters. We followed their aging floral dresses clad with lovingly home-made cardigans into their treasured abode. Nancy and Meg, Meg and Nancy. They are woven together in loyalty. Meg, in the stooped body of a seventy-five year old with the heart and mind of an unabashed five year old, protected by her elder sensible sister Nancy. They both run an enchanting museum. It stands proudly alongside their family's gracious home, encompassed by a sweeping English garden. As a child this place was daunting and lurking with mystery. I would enter tentatively and creep through the murky, musty darkness, my spine tingling with fear. Gently I would probe the relics of the past, they would crumble under a heavy hand. The cavernous fireplace represented eternity with its glinting, cold shaft of light falling wickedly on the monstrous cauldron. As I moved into the antique sales section the air vibrated with colour. The tiny paned windows glowed with white sunlight which danced across the mahogany furniture and sparkled and glinted off delicate crystal glasses and porcelain princes. Boosted up to the dizzy height of my father's shoulders, I could spy the lush greenery in the vast garden. I did not wish to endanger my being further in the garden. Not until all the enigma had been uncovered from the inside. For the seventeen years I have treasured my visits to the museum. Meg has settled herself in a comfortable corner by the vibrant fire. Busily she occupies herself knitting, the wool tangled around her fingers. It is probably the same wool I was fascinated by, being wrapped intermittently in her lap on my first visit here. Nancy chats to us. Reverence and knowledge shroud her presence. If the childlike Meg exudes too much excitement Nancy sharply reprimands her, enjoying, for a moment her authority. As I return again to this place of mystery I see the couple and their abode with adult eyes. My tentativeness to accept Meg has been replaced by understanding of her predicament. I have even plucked up the courage to venture into the unknown depths of the garden.
Shu-Lin Lee Year 9
THE BOY He sat by himself leaning against the dirty brick wall. His black leather jacket was torn from shoulder to shoulder, his face was smeared with dirt and blood and his eyes were filled with fear and enduring pain. His Honda motor bike lay motionless beside him. All was quiet. Only the moon witnessed this dramatic scene. S. Goater Year 7Y
Ann Shoebridge 12 56
"WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR?"
RUPERT Rupert was dying. Staring into his dejected eyes she knew it was the truth. Life, and the memory of it (if indeed one has a memory in death) for Rupert was, and always would be, his expansive, luxurious fish tank. The fate of her Mexican Walking Fish alarmed Enid. Rupert's life had been short. His death was all her fault. Rupert depended on her. Rupert needed her, and she had let him down; more than that, she had failed. She had killed Rupert, however indirectly, but she had done it, all because she had been too careless to look after him, too preoccupied with herself. Enid perused her face in the mirror. She was quite a beauty. Her hair was her most appealing feature — her "crowning glory". It was the one characteristic that people truly admired about her, the one feature that stood out. But Enid was dissatisfied, and this was her chance to change. She was tired of only being liked and accepted because of her beauty. The true Enid was who she wanted people to know, but was scared, scared that people might grow to know her, and hate her. She knew she had to make a decision. She had to do it now. These were Enid's thoughts at 9am. by 10, she had changed her mind a thousand times. Enid was a weak character, but deep down she wanted to change. She had always gone along with the crowd, because she was too scared of rejection to make a stand. This time she wanted to be different. After all she really was a fraud. How could she feel one person, and look another? She was tired of living a lie: she needed people to know the truth: shadows weren't her thing anymore. At 10.30 she made the first cut. Enid looked up as she put the scissors down. A look of regret washed over her face. It was hideous, she knew. How could she have done this? What did this mean? Would this really change who she was, not just what she looked like? She was mesmerized by her own reflected image. She shuddered coldly as she caught a glimpse of Rupert's image reflected in the glass, and thought of her past neglect and wondered at her indecision. She had to make this work, for her, for Rupert. This was her choice, this was her life, and this, however frightening, was the start.
Her back was bent over, her head hung as she sat on the park bench. It was her usual position for a Sunday afternoon — rain, hail or shine. Around her towered solid trees under which the neighbourhood's children would play. All except for one who would sit with his friend. She was shivering this particular day, the rags on her back were hardly enough to keep the chill off on a fine day let alone this dank and blustery day. Her interest was set upon a snail that was gliding over the handrail of the bench. "May I sit here?" whispered Jamie's youthful voice. Her head rose slowly. "Hello Jamie, of course you may, what's up?" "I'd love to play a game with you." Her eyes widened and the look of excitement hit her face. He looked carefully at her then went off. Hopes fell. He returned with a blanket and wrapped it around the two of them. They sat on that bench with a glow of warmth around them. "What's your favourite colour?" asked the young boy. "Pink" she said. "No. Pink like what? Pink as in a pig or deep pink like a sunset?" "Like a sunset." "Mine's the green of the leaves on the trees around us in Spring." "Yes, that's lovely. What's your favourite smell?" "The smell of freshly cooked, home-made bread." "I don't know that one too well, but mine's the musty smell when rain is about to fall on a hot day." There was silence as they stared ahead at the children, who ran around and who, in Autumn, would love to mess up piles of leaves. "Where is your favourite place?" he asked inquisitively. Her head fell. "Sorry. Where would your favourite place be?" "I would love to sit in a hot, steamy bubble bath until my skin goes wrinkly." "My favourite place is stitting here with a caring and understanding friend of mine...you." A tear dribbled down her face, never had she been told and touched by such a sincere thought. She hugged him, gave him a kiss and smiled. The kiss was wiped from his face as kids often do. "Jamie, JAMIE!" was called from a huge house across from the park. "That's my mother, I'll have to go" "O.K." was the disappointed reply. "I'll see you tomorrow as usual?" "Yes, and we'll play our game again".
Chloe Plumridge Year 12
Rachael Eddy Year 11
FRAGILE CONTINENT
THE MOON Mysterious, exquisite. It lies in the sky so susceptible, exposed and insecure, yet barely untouched by mankind. It's obscure, symmetrical shape is moulded in it's own unique way. It sends vibes of liberation, of emancipation, cosmic psycholetic feelings of wonder. At times it's moods change. It is not garish with colours. It is sombre and neutral and its light so often shines upon us in a dim and soothing way. It situates itself in the ebony sky. Motionless, a secret in itself.
Beautiful scenery that is slowly disappearing. Wildlife that is so precious to us. Slowly it is all becoming extinct. Penguins, seals and whales are being taken Away. What will become of them? It is called Antarctica. Each day it is becoming smaller and Smaller. Will the mining stop? Will the slaughtering stop? The land is so fragile. What can we do to save Antarctica?
Kathryn Lyons Year 12
Sarah Lamb Year 9
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THE RETURN
THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE CELLAR!
He stood at the window, silhouetted against the drugged, milky light of the moon. He waited there. Hours passed, until he thought that dawn would seep through the darkness before she returned. Still he waited. The silence that echoed around the room almost hurt his ears, so constant was it. Every now and then, a solitary car would fly past. Its headlights would paint golden leaves across the ceiling. And still he waited. She returned at dawn. In a way, he wished she hadn't. He heard the familiar hum of her car in the driveway, the jangle as she fumbled with her car keys. Then, the turning of the key in the lock, the soft click as the door opened. She screamed, just as he'd known she would. She'd always been a nervous sort of woman, who lived her life hanging by threads and many times he had seen her falter, the threads breaking, threatening to send her crashing downwards. After a moment, she recognised him and the screaming stopped abruptly. "Christine, II. "David." Her reply was verging on questioning, but she struggled to remain aloof. She pulled back momentarily. Fear flashed through her eyes then vanished. He knew her too well. "Won't you come in?" His voice echoed into the darkness, an absurd question that remained unanswered. She stepped inside, gently closing the door behind her. He noted she didn't bolt the door and for a time he couldn't remember whether she was the careless sort or not. She turned on the lights and he flinched. Out of the shadows he had trouble maintaining his air of mystery and he struggled to keep his face expressionless. She waited, unmoving. She was still beautiful. "It's been a long time," she said slowly. "Yes, three years." They stood in the doorway, years and years of yellowing memories flashed between them. They had been close once, long ago. She pushed her hair out of her face, no longer bothering to conceal her curiosity. "What do you want, David?" "I want to talk, I mean, sometimes I just want to talk, to remember, you know?" "You could have called me, told me you were coming like most people would have." "I was never like most people." "No, I suppose you weren't," she sighed. "Well, come in and sit down." She let him pass her, to walk in front, a habit from long ago. He sat down heavily in an garishly patterned arm chair, remembering she had never been much as far as decor went. A heavy silence fell between them. She thought there was nothing to say and he didn't know where to start. Eventually, she said, "You came here to talk. What do you want to say?" He took a deep breath. "I want it to be the way it used to be between us. I've changed, honestly Christine." She looked up at him; her face incredulous. "Oh, you've changed have you? You break into my home, wait in the shadows for me to come so you can scare the hell out of me, and you say you've changed." She was sneering now. "Oh yes, I'm sure you have." "If we're talking about change, it seems you haven't. You got here at five in the morning. You're still as wild and stupid as ever." "I don't have to take this again," she hissed. He rose slowly, and she moved too late; perhaps she was out of practice. She didn't even see the fist coming towards her, just felt the crunch then the explosion of pain in her jaw. Blood poured from her nose and she screamed as he reached inside his jacket and pulled out the gun. It gleamed in the lamplight and that gleam reflected in his eyes. He looked at her and marvelled for a moment that even though her face was broken and bleeding and eyes were shining with hate and fear, she was still beautiful. He smiled briefly, then pulled
"I mustn't turn back, I mustn't!" I thought to myself as I faced the huge castle standing alone and forbidding on the plain in front of me. Some of the children at school had dared me to spend the night in the castle on the corner of Elm and Garden Street. One of my friends was backing me up, as I had told my mum I had gone to his house for the night. As I walked slowly towards the house, my heart was pounding so hard that I was sure that, if anyone was in the vicinity, surely he or she would hear it. I stepped quietly up the stone steps leading to the front door, which was hardly more than a frame as the glass had been broken and most of the wood smashed. I stepped over the rubble and called, "Is anyone there?" which was a rather stupid thing to do as I knew no one would dare go in excepting the very brave or the foolhardy. I continued to walk along, through the foyer and then into what once must have been a sitting room for there was a mantelpiece over the fireplace and a mouse-ridden couch. I decided to see if I could find the kitchen where I could leave my back pack which had in it a blanket and some food for the night. After I had walked through two more rooms and gone down a flight of stairs, I finally found the kitchen and put the bag on a table in the middle of the room. I then proceeded upstairs again to do some more exploring. It wasn't as scary now as it had been when I walked up the front stairs. A bat suddenly came awfully close to my head and I dropped to the floor. I was so shaken up, that it took a few minutes before I was brave enough to stand up again. With rather less confidence, I explored for a while more; then, feeling hungry, I found my way back to the kitchen and ate a sandwich with some water I had brought in a flask. Moving around the kitchen, I stepped on a hollow sounding plank of wood and looked down to find I was standing on a trap door. Moving off it, I bent down to try to open it. I found that it was rather difficult to open, but eventually it came free. As it was very dark in the room below, I went to my backpack and found the torch so I could see what I was doing when I made my way down. I moved back over the trap door and started down the ladder-like steps into the darkness below. As soon as I felt the floor under my feet, I turned my torch on and panned it around to see what sort of room I was in. It was a cellar; there were racks of wine everywhere I turned. I suddenly stepped on something hard and shone the torch on it to see what it was. To my horror it was a bone. Only half wanting to see if there were any more bones, I shone the torch around and found that there was a whole human skeleton. I stood in shock looking at the skull for at least two minutes before I came to my senses and quickly climbed the ladder. Once up out of the cellar, I grabbed my bag and raced for the front door. Not once did I look back, as I crossed that plain in the gloom of twilight and ran all the way to the safety and familiarity of my home. Kim Goldsmith 8JH
CAVE HILL CREEK CAMP Cave Hill Creek is the place to be, If you want to see the beautiful scenery. Tall trees swaying, small shrubs growing, Cold at night, nearly snowing. The food is really healthy and nice. Don't drop crumbs, there might be mice! Time for bed, and parties galore Oh no! Who has that terrible snore?
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Stephanie Smedley Year 7
Marnie Carroll 11DM 58
THE DUCKS A small, dark shape trotted swiftly across next door's roof, highlighted against the colours of sunset. It made a slight turn, then headed down the sloped grey tiles to where the garage met the fence. It paused, alert. Surveying its territory from its vantage point, it noticed a new presence in the backyard swimming pool. Two black ducks were gliding across the surface of the water. The cat crouched, its muscles tense. The black ducks (which were actually brown) continued to swim, unperturbed. One duck stopped in the middle of the pool to preen itself. Lifting a wing, it revealed some white feathers, and one dazzling teal coloured feather which changed, like shot taffeta, from green through peacock blue to purple in the light. The other one dipped its beak into the water, lifted its head, bent its neck and swallowed. The cat, looking on keenly, started to move. It crept awkwardly along the old, grey fence, its left feet treading on the top, its right feet stepping on the plank which spanned the length of the fence, about fifteen centimetres below. Arriving at the sprawling willow myrtle, it stepped onto a branch. Leaning down, but holding itself back until the last possible moment, the cat descended as gravity and its own weight took over. The leaves rustled. It landed front feet first with a thud. The ducks, both swimming in synchronisation, turned their striped faces to observe the cat's noisy arrival.
THE BOY He sat by himself leaning against the dirty brick wall, his blonde hair flying across his face. He was freezing. His ripped jeans were dirty and had blood and grass stains all over them. He was outside a shop where there was a ramp which he rode his skateboard on each day. He was lonely and didn't have a home. His face was dirty and tearstained. His hair was really knotty and dirty. He was unhappy. Every day after he skated, he would sit on the bench and daydream about what his life could have been like. Emily Simms 7FG
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SHIRLEY AND JOHN
The long, cold steel, With barrel at end, Is friend or foe of man? It fights side by side, In war for peace, And obeys his every command, More faithful to its owner, Than a dog could ever be. With one quick press of its trigger, Ends life immediately. Its lead companion shows no mercy, When it drives through the flesh. Screams of pain arise, When it has completed its quest. Although these cycles of murders, Are caused from a rifle or gun. The real monster, behind these killings, Is man, who controls the gun.
The strain showed as he scratched his furrowed brow. He was thinking. An accountant at Chesterfield University, he was an intelligent man with a passion for the finer things. He could name any wine or whistle any opera and was proud of his knowledge. Yet now he was stumped for an answer. Annoyed, he turned to his wife. "Shirley, I've looked high and low, and for the life of me I can't find where I put those darn chickpeas." His wife of twenty years winced. She was in the kitchen with him mixing the bulgar wheat for their chickpea and fennel casserole. A slender woman, she was as intelligent as her husband. Her profession was in psychology, yet the rather fixed and vague expression on her face made it hard to picture her in such a compassionate occupation. Her real enthusiasm lay in politics and a recent drop in the polls primarily clouded her thoughts. "You know, if Wallace Henry had only listened to me when planning his campaign John, he would be head of the electorate today. I don't know, maybe I should run for it next year. Were you saying something darling?" She continued to victimize the mixture in front of her through frustration while her husband nodded his head in agreement with ...whatever she had just said. "John? Don't you listen? I asked you if you had just said something to me. Now did you?" There was a respect between the two; an understanding of one another's interests, or lack of, as the case might be. They enjoyed leading separate lives. Shirley went under the name of Ms. Johnson and often took herself on holidays without her husband. He was welcome to join her but he usually preferred to keep house where his music could be played all the time. Beethoven's Fifth was flowing through his head now; he quietly hummed along yet still hadn't heard his wife. "John!" she wailed, "What are you looking for? I've got the chickpeas here. Now go and set the table while I dish up." As he did so he thought about his wife. He knew she'd been talking about politics and decided some interest was in order. A revelation came to him. "You know Shirl, I've been thinking. You would have done a darnned sight better than Wallace Henry in the pre-selection yesterday. Have you ever thought about running for it yourself? I mean, maybe next year!" Placing the plates on the table she looked at him with utter amazement. He beamed with pride from ear to ear at his suggestions. She seemed pleased. "Yes John, what a good idea." she said resignedly. "Ah Shirt," he sighed. "There's no doubt about it. We make a good Chickpea and Fennel casserole." "Yes John, we're a good team." She agreed and stabbed her fork into her dinner. "A bit bland though." "Hmm? Bland?" "The casserole John. It needs a touch of spice."
Sarah Wilson Year 12
Sarah Bennett Year 11
The cat, sleek and chocolate brown, uttered a tiny squeak. It crept towards the edge, its body coiled. The ducks ventured tauntingly close but just out of reach, one clucking softly. One duck lifted itself out of the pool on the other side. The cat darted along the side, racing to catch the bird. Its muscles flexed and extended with each stride. It gained speed. The duck, slightly flustered, hopped back into the security of the water as the cat arrived. Poolside, the cat lay on its belly, watching the ducks intently, oblivious to the evening calls of birds in nearby trees. Its gold eyes were becoming black in the fading light. Its tail swished as it waited impatiently. As the sunset neared twilight, the two ducks lifted themselves out of the water, rapidly beating their outstretched wings, and soared northwest out of view, over the neighbours' roof. The cat picked itself up and stretched, arching its back then leaning forward to extend its back legs. It glanced skywards, yawned, then slinked gracefully toward the kitchen door. Sandra Petty Year 12
THE COMMON WEAPON
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MYSTIFY
DAY DREAMING
The sunshine dances playfully on my face and stirs me from my slumber. The morning is peaceful and the birds sing by my window. It is another perfect summer day and I've nothing to do. I glance out the window to the beach. The tide is low and the moist sand glistens in the golden light of sun. The sea is calm and not a wave ripples its surface. It didn't take long for me to gather my things together and run down the beach for a morning swim. Not a single person was in sight and my footprints left deep holes in the sand. The air smelt fresh and salty and the breeze was cool. The water clear and calm was chilling as it lapped gently at my feet. Far off in the distance I could see a small craft cruising along the surface of the water and hear the rumble of its engine. As the boat drew closer to the pier I recognized it as being my neighbour's red and white ski boat "Mystify". I could see someone waving at me so, like metal to a magnet, I ran out along the pier. The concrete, hot under my feet, felt like a thousand pin pricks, but still I persevered. The stares of many early fishermen greeted me and also the stench of rotting mussels. The boat docked at the pier and Tammy the driver gave me a cheesy grin, "Jump in. Let's go for a ride," she said gaily. Tammy giggled slightly as I took my seat and I noticed her curly brown hair bounce gently around her tanned face in Shirley Temple ringlets. The other passenger, Andrew, sat nervously fiddling with the radio, his eyes never leaving the dial, his straw coloured hair flopping messily in front of his eyes. The boat's engine started effortlessly and we cruised slowly away from the pier. With a jerk, the boat sped up, the engine becoming louder with a distinct sickly smell of motor oil. The sudden rush of water around the boat's stern seemed as if the sea was parting in two for our small craft. The pier gradually became smaller until it and the beach were only a thing of the past. The water, still calm, looked deep and green, forever endless. After what seemed like hours but was barely minutes, I felt the heat beginning to agitate me. I suggested a swim to the boat's crew and they unanimously agreed. Jumping into clear, ice-cold water with prickling sunburn, felt like I had discovered a paradise come true. We splashed around aimlessly, occasionally diving deep below the surface to explore the rocky bottom. Realizing the time, I sadly became aware that we must go back. For the second time the boat started. This time no wind was whistling in our hair, only a chilling breeze on our wet bodies, drying us quickly. By the time we reached the pier I was quiet, depressed that my adventure had come to an end. Reluctantly I clambered out of the boat, ready to burn the soles off my feet and walk slowly home. As I turned around to say goodbye, Tammy smiled cheekily, realizing my disappointment, "Same time tomorrow then?" she inquired. My heart missed a beat, making the heat of my sunburn and the hot concrete on my feet seem irrelevant. Feeling as if on cloud nine, I screamed excitedly "For sure!", Tammy's button nose gave a wiggle of acknowledgement. Walking slowly back along the pier, I realized how good it felt to be alive.
Noisy cars roared past the tiny metropolitan office window. The phones were constantly jammed with calls and the work was mounting up. She looked out the window and far in the distance she could just see the shimmering bay. She longed to be on holidays, to be on the beach ...she looked at her clothes cheap and ragged. New ones were out of the question. The sun shone brilliantly in the sky as she lay there, sunbrowned in the golden sand. She rose. Looking down the beach she could see only a few people silhouetted in the distance. She stood for a moment with the taste of salt on her lips and the feeling of sand in her windswept hair. She plunged into the cold surf. Tiny water droplets sprayed skyward, twinkling like diamonds in the sun light before hitting the frothing water below. Excuse me miss... Excuse me. A large woman was resting on the counter. "Where is the elevator miss?" the woman demanded in a superior tone. Rings to the knuckles were on every finger of each hand. The skin on the woman's knuckles was stretched and sagged in little pockets because of the rings. "We only have the stairs...Just over there." She rocked back on her chair. The candlelit table on the balcony was laid with an embroidered, French, silk cloth and sterling silver cutlery. Her friends milled around chatting. They were all the big names she had co-starred with on the screen. In walked her best friend carrying a bunch of one hundred pink roses. A servant brought a crystal vase to grace these blooms. They chatted as the waves thundered below, sending misty spray to catch the golden light from the stars. "One hundred pink roses," she said aloud. "One hundred pink — Oh, sorry! Are you looking for someone?" "I've been sent to give you this single pink rose."
Kirsty Gibb Year 9
Alison Boldys Yeear 11
A GUILTY CAT The cat looked innocent enough. It was hard to believe that just hours before she had managed to perform such a disastrous task. Our cat had chased a mouse from room to room, knocking over several chairs and plants on the way. When reaching the kitchen the mouse had run into the pantry and, of course, the cat followed. She managed to knock almost every tin, bottle, packet and jar off the shelves and, much to her delight, catch the mouse. I was distracted from my book when I heard the crash and running into the kitchen I saw the mess and shouted "Oh my goodness" to the empty room. "What on earth is Mum going to say?" I thought. "She'll kill me when she gets home". Having just two hours to clean up the mess I was quite worried. But there was nothing to do but try, so I began my task. I was putting the baked beans, spaghetti and fruit tins back onto the second shelf when Vaneen, my younger sister came into the room. "Whatcha doing?" she said. "Oh, urn, just...cleaning up the pantry for Mum" I said. "It looks to me as if you've messed it up, not cleaned it up". She said, disgusted. "Yes, well there was a little accident here before" I said. "Hmmm, I think I'll leave you to it. You'll never get it done, before Mum gets home" said Vaneen as she walked out of the room. Needless to say, I did manage to get most of it done in time, before I heard Mum's car coming up the driveway. I quickly put our chairs upright again and tipped the soil back into the plants, brushing the rest out the back door and letting the cat in as I did so. I had just settled down to read my book, when I heard the cry of "Oh my goodness" from my Mum. I ran towards the kitchen wondering what I'd forgotten to clean up only to see a guilty looking cat run out with a mouse in her mouth. "I don't believe this" I thought as I saw the tins, bottles, packets and jars once again all over the floor. Megan Blackmore Year 8
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IVF: A SCIENTIFIC EXCESS
Of course, this is the worst scenario. If scientists were creating a modern day Frankenstein's monster, then the outcry would be clear and universal, but the situation is more insidious as our principles are slowly ebbing away. Scientists wish to experiment on embryos in order to increase the program's success rate, but it still means that they are experimenting on human embryos, and already we have come to accept this. Twenty years ago people would have been horrified at the thought of using human embryos for experimentation. Today, however, we are only concerned with the finer details: how old should the embryo be and what type of experimentation is involved? The sanctity of human life has been lost.
In the past we have valued human life above all else. It has been seen as sacred, and the respect we had grew from our reverence for the mystery surrounding it. Religion aside, we know little about how or why we came to exist and the intricacy of this existence is such that we are not even beginning to comprehend its nature. Today, however, the Creator has become the white-garbed scientist delving deeper into the unchartered darkness of Invitro Fertilisation. Invitro Fertilisation was developed in the early 1970's, when for the first time, previously infertile women were able to bear children with the aid of science. Invitro Fertilization effectively means that fertilization can take place in a test tube and not in the female body. This can be done by a variety of means — the egg and sperm can be taken from the participating couple, or, if that is not possible, a donor sperm or egg can be used. Technology has developed to the extent that it is not even necessary for the donor to have existed — tissue can be taken from an aborted foetus. Life created from death, a miracle it is true, but is it without cost?
The game has already begun, yet the rules are still being decided upon. Society is being forced to adjust its morality to encompass scientific advancement. We must continue to believe that human life is sacred, that science is the servant of society and that we have a responsibility to deal with the problems of those already born. Our abused and unwanted children must surely take preference over children yet to be born as a result of scientific excesses. As a society, it is time we grew up. Those of us who are infertile must accept it. Science must understand that it is not the Creator and society must be strong enough to say no.
The process as yet is not particularly successful, approximately five in every one hundred women go home with babies at the end of their involvement with IVF. The stress of participation in the program must be considerable — the worry, the waiting, the pain and inconvenience of monthly egg collections, side-effects of drug courses and the stress placed on relationships by unsuccessful attempts. Infertility is difficult to come to terms with on any level, but to participate in the IVF program and fail must put enormous pressure on those involved.
Marnie Carroll Year 11
ANTARCTICA
The final "product" of IVF — the child itself — is often not considered in debate on the topic. While scientists create a new caste, little thought is given to the stigma of being different in a society that is bigoted and racist. At the moment, the aura of scientific genius surrounds those born on the program. Picnics are held, and a sense of community is engendered. A time will come, however, when the gloss is gone and a reality must be faced when, no longer unique, these children are just different.
Millions of years untouched by Man, Antarctica remains an unknown land. The soaring white cliffs, the mountains of snow Remain as they were centuries ago. Walrus, seals and giant albatross, Whales and penguins would be lost. If we ignore the damage and don't understand, What is necessary to preserve this fragile land.
Though the ideal of being able to provide infertile couples with children artificially is a noble one, society must look at the consequences of its actions. Far from being all-knowing, humanity's new Creator is an amateur. He has thrown away the original blueprints in the earnest belief that he can improve on them. Society accepts this arrogance because society has been conditioned to believe that any scientific progress is good. It is time to question science's right to disturb the balance of existence.
Katie MayalI Year 9
The belief in the infallibility of science is intrinsic to the IVF debate. Infertility is a part of our society and it is true that the technology exists to overcome it. But the technology needed for the detonation of nuclear weapons exists too, but to date the world community has recognised that the dangers involved outweigh any benefits. Society should do the same with Invitro Fertilization. I, and many others, believe that IVF is morally wrong. The problem, however, is that society appears to have accepted it, as have our law-makers. The more relevant question now is, where do we draw the line? Science is solely concerned with progress — with taking the extra step and witnessing the next development. The difficulty this creates is to be able to fully understand where these advances are leading us. At present, the IVF program is almost untainted, a gesture to help infertile couples. However, there are side-effects: embryo experimentation, use of aborted foetal tissue, the selling of embryos and interspecies mixing. In the near future, scientists may be able to create a mutated human. The outcry from society would come too late, as the abomination would already exist. From here, the issue becomes more and more complex as society decides what to do with "it", whether it is "humane" to experiement on this thing that is partially human, whether to destroy it, regardless of our previous high regard for life, or whether to let it out into society to be ridiculed, abused and feared.
SLAUGHTER The misty sun rises Seal cubs open their small eyes, Whales play in crystal water, Penguins scuffle around the white ice, Crystal reflections sting large birds' eyes, A lost husky dog keeps a sharp eye open for food, And all this time the trucks approach. The whales sing their beautiful song, The trucks appear from behind a large ice formation. Men approach the animals carrying Batons decorated with nails, Seals squeal, penguins flee. Blood stains greedy hands. Nicole Meadows 9Y
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WHAT A MILLION DOLLARS WOULD MEAN TO ME It was a children's poetry competition, a way of exploring little minds and determining what effects the "money signs" of society were making on our children. The topic was — What a million dollars would mean to me. I sat down in the sun while sorting through the 120 entries. After reading five I knew my job was hopeless. The poems were enthralling, individual, absurd. It was impossible to decide between them. One little girl wrote that she needed a million dollars to meet a star: I want to travel far! Up, up to meet a star. To find out where they come from and what they really are. I think they are like chickens that hatch out every night, or p'haps they're tiny torches to make the space paths bright. They could be glowing messages just waiting to be read, or sparks that fly across the sky always when we're in bed. But I do not know for certain just what is a star, so I have to travel upwards Very, very far. To some, with a million dollars came the opportunity of buying a life's supply of sweets; to others, the chance to buy an extra nice birthday present for mum. Some wanted to travel in story books and meet their favourite characters. To most, a million dollars was delightfully undervalued and I soon had to give myself to the children. To one particular boy, a million dollars was the key to his dreams. "The Potion" I would like to buy a Potion that is so extremely rare For one million dollars only would the witch part with her ware. The Potion is a mixture of the very strangest kind It alters all normal life, affecting time and mind. When I took the Potion I would vanish, shrink, or grow and no-one here would miss me (adults are so slow!). I would ride upon a bull-ant's back into a fairy-tale and have thousands of adventures, tramping hill and dale. I would run away with goblins steal with viscious thieves save distressed princesses plunder with some pirates tackle octopi discover treasure sleep in the clouds build cities under the earth In short I'd be a hero of the most heroic kind playing games with life, as though all the world were mine. So please, whoever's listening, the Potion is so rare, give me a million dollars and I'll give you a share. To one little boy a million dollars meant much, much more: "To See the Sea" There is a very important reason why I want to see the sea. I have to find my father and bring him home to me. Not long ago a letter came — addressed to mum and I. She read it and for many days she cried and cried and cried. Soon afterwards she hugged me tight and sat me on her knee And in a whisper told me that my dad was lost at sea. There's a very important reason why I want to see the sea. I have to ask her "please find him, and bring him back to me". With a million dollars I could offer a reward. Whoever finds my daddy I would give the title "Lord". But first I'd tell that person to go out and search the sea, For somewhere in the oceans is where my dad will be. When I had finished reading through the poems, the sun was setting. A deep desire overcame me to also express my thoughts in a poem. I called my poem "The Rainbow Lark".
The Rainbow Lark Young dreams will always linger The perfectness of spring. The expectation childhood holds Will somehow always cling. But reality has limits, The sun doesn't always beam. And soon when childhood fades So will fade the childhood dream Dear Children There comes a time when all's not bright and gay Nothing's clear and nothing's right, the world is turning grey. Remember then, there is a bird, somewhere far away, Who understands your troubles, who will help you on your way. Somewhere, somewhere in the misty dark. If you search hard enough you'll find the Rainbow Lark. The last bright spark of childhood to help you bridge the gap. For beyond the dreams of childhood there is no turning back. And if you were to ask What a million dollars means to me, I would tell you of those children, of that father lost at sea. And I'm sure you'd understand just how it comes to be that now a million dollars means nought at all to me. Anne Kidman Year 10
ANOREXIA She knew what she was doing to herself, I'm sure of it. I just think it was the way she wished to get away from pressures of school, family, friends — the world. It is a year ago today that my best friend, Laura Amaka, died. She died in a dreadful way of the killer disease anorexia nervosa, other wise known as the slimmers' disease. Laura still felt that when she died, little more than a skeleton, she was fat and ugly yet, even before she dieted she had a dream body and face. I was with Laura every day during her last three months of life and it was dreadful to see her fade away to almost nothing in such a short time. In these three months before Laura's death she was in hospital. I don't think the hospital did anything for Laura except make her more determined not to eat. The nurses and doctors gave Laura written contracts saying if she got above three stone she could see her boyfriend or watch television. One suggestion was if she didn't eat she wouldn't be allowed to see me but I'm glad this didn't happen because Laura would have probably taken her life in some other way if she couldn't see me. No one knew Laura as well as I did, not her parents or anybody. When she was in hospital, she eventually reached five stone, which was a great achievement, and her doctor let me stay the night at the hospital — when I drifted off to sleep after talking to Laura, I thought again about what a cruel world we live in. It was the pressures people of the world were putting upon teenage girls to be slim that were killing Laura. On the last day of Laura's life she told me, and I couldn't believe the words she was saying, that whatever I did I must listen to the people of the world, I must try to meet the challenges of school, family and friends. Laura said with her last breath, "I wish I could... Katie Saw Year 9
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TREE HAVEN Like a magnet the tree drew me towards it. It was massive — as big as a house in my six year old eyes. To me the only attraction of a visit to my great Auntie's house seemed to be my tree. An imposing green mass of foliage was how everyone else saw the most beautiful cave house I could wish for. I never actually climbed the tree. It wasn't the height that attracted me to it, it was the canopy that the vines created. A grand old Moreton Bay Fig tree, draped elegantly by masses of intertwining vines was like another world. To enter the enclosure was almost impossible for adults, but I could crawl through the layers of hanging leaves with ease. Not only did the trailing vines form walls and a roof, but a thick lush carpet. This became evident on my entry. It was like a living cubby house that separated me from outside influences — my space, my kingdom. Sunlight dappled the shaded area as it shone through the moving vine leaves, and reminded me of an unwritten fairy tale that I had always dreamed of. Positioned in the heart of my cave, there was a precious, pre-loved arm chair that I could easily compare to a treasure chest full of jewels. The rotting strawlike stuffing protruded from many worn holes in the tapestrylike fabric, and on rainy days it gave the cave a musty and friendly smell. Giant, rusty upholstery springs had forced their way through the bottom of the chair over the years, and I always liked to imagine what it looked like brand new. I wasn't the only one who knew about the treasures behind the green walls. Looking up into the gnarled branches revealed a number of disused birds' nests, as well as a couple well inhabited. The sheltered atmosphere of the tree obviously appealed to Willy Wagtails and sparrows as much as it did to me, and I didn't mind sharing with such harmless and attractive creatures. Before leaving I would take a piece of stale bread from my pocket, break it up into bird-size pieces and scatter the crumbs on the armchair. I knew the bird families would find them, and I delighted in the fact that I was leaving a gift to say thank-you for letting me enter their haven. I can remember this place as vividly as when I used to visit it when I was younger. Recently I returned to the tree, and now I wish I had not. The new owners of the house had pruned the woven wonderland back to the tree's bare branches, and the arm chair that once held such fascination and delight, no longer existed — probably aimlessly discarded onto a rubbish pile. Obviously the inhabitants of the house have no appreciation for such curiously valuable pieces of history. Walking away from the tree, I realised that it wasn't as gigantic as I always thought it was. My childish perception of ten years ago was distorted by my actual size. I hope to erase the latest image from my mind, and return to my fond childhood recollections, free of interference from the outside world.
The old man stands Out the front Always watching who's about In his yard He talks to people Who skip about He always wore his little black hat He goes for walks with his tiny black cat The other day, I saw a "For Sale" sign Outside his front door Where he has gone? I shall never know I think he has lived his time, And sadly gone away. S. Shoebridge Year 7
Katrina O'Grady
ADOLESCENCE Mimicking her friends she tries, She walks and talks with all the guys. She takes a puff of ghastly smoke, And ends up with an older bloke. Her next move, into drugs. Makes her friends with all the thugs, A little girl in a total whirl, Hidden behind that innocent curl. Kirsty Gibb
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VALETE YEAR 12, 1991 CARLY ADLER 1987-1991: School Prefect. Robb House Captain. Hearne House House
YAN PUI (ESTHER) PANG 1990-1991: Harris House and Resources Committee. House colours 1991. Senior Choir. Orchestra.
Captain 1990. Boarding House, Creative Arts, Lucernian and Robb House Committees. Half Colours 1988. House Colours 1989, 1990. Rowing Symbols 1991. Encouragement Award Rowing 1990. Debating. Athletics. Hockey, Rowing and Swimming Teams. Drama Production - "Tonight at 8.30". Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1990. Citizenship Prize 1990.
SANDRA PETTY 1981-1991: School Prefect. Music Captain. Harris House and Music Committees. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991. Most Improved Hockey Team 2 1990. Academic Symbols 1990. Music Symbols 1990, 1991. Green Jumper (Music) 1989. Debating. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Drama Productions - "The Boyfriend". Gymnastics, Hockey, Netball and Swimming Teams. School Scholarship Winner. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1986, 1989, 1990. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987, 1988. Dux of Year 10 (Olive Filmer Memorial Prize) 1989. Merit Certificate Debating 1991.
JODIE-ANN ARKLAY 1986-1991: Lawson House, Music and Social Service Committees. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1991. Music Symbols 1990, 1991. Green Jumper (Music) 1990. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Baseball, Hockey and Netball Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986. 1988. KATRINA ATKINS 1989-1991: Roslyn House and Sports Committees. Cloth Badge 1990.
CAMILLA PICKWORTH 1989-1991: Computer, Harris House, Mid Year and Senior Centre Committees. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award.
Netball Captain Team 4 1990. Best and Fairest Netball Team 4 1990. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball and Netball Teams.
CHLOE PLUMRIDGE 1983-1991: School Prefect. Deputy School Captain. End of Year, Lucernian, Mid Year and Venters House Committees. Morongo Student Council 1989, 1990, 1991. Deputy Chairperson Morongo Student Council 1991. Half Colours 1988. House Colours 1989, 1990, 1991. Year 7 and 8 Table Tennis Doubles Champion 1987. Music Symbols 1990. Drama Symbols 1989, 1990. Academic Symbols 1990. Green Jumper Music 1989. Green Jumper Drama 1990. Green Jumper Debating 1991. Drama Award 1989. Music/Drama Award 1990. Senior Lucernian Writing Prize 1991. Debating and Public Speaking. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Flute Ensemble. Drama Productions - "The Boyfriend", "Tonight at 8.30" and "Godspell". Baseball, Cricket and Netball Teams. Dux Year 8 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1987, 1988, 1989, and 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985.
HELEN BAFAS 1989-1991: End of Year, Mid Year and Roslyn House Committees. Rowing Team. MICHELLE BENNETT 1987-1991: Computer and Robb House Committees. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Baseball Team. NICOLE BURNS 1990-1991: Computer and Venters House Committees. House Colours 1991. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Hockey and Netball Teams. JANE CAMERON 1986-1991: Ardens House, End of Year and Sports Committees. Under 13 Athletics Champion. Junior Tennis Captain 1987. Intermediate Tennis Captain 1988, 1989. Senior Tennis Captain 1991. Singles and Doubles Tennis Champion 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989. Cloth Badge 1986. House Colours 1990, 1991. Tennis Symbols 1991. Green Jumper (Sport) 1990. Drama Production - "Godspell". Athletics, Cricket, Netball, Tennis and Volleyball Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1988. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986.
SARAH REID 1986-1991: School Prefect. Harris House Captain. Harris House and Sports Committees. Cloth Badge 1986. Half Colours 1988. House Colours 1989, 1990. Athletics Symbols 1989. Hockey Symbols 1990, 1991. Tennis Symbols 1991. Green Jumper (Sport) 1989. Junior Doubles Tennis Champion 1987. Equal Under 15 Athletics Champion 1989. Year 11 Athletics Champion 1990. Year 12 Athletics Champion 1991. Second Senior Cross Country 1990. Senior Choir. Concert Band. Drama Production - "Godspell". Athletics, Basketball, Hockey, Swimming and Tennis Teams.
SZE PUI (JOANNE) CHONG 1990-1991 Computer, Lawson House and Resources Committees.
MELISSA RICHES 1989-1991: Computer, Roslyn House and Social Service Committees. House Colours 1990. Fencing, Netball, Rowing and Tennis Teams. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award.
AMANDA COX 1986-1991: Ardens House, Lucernian and Resources Committees. Senior Choir. Hockey Team. BIANCA CRANWELL 1986-1991: School Prefect. Lawson House Captain. Lawson House, Photography and Music Committees. Morongo Student Council 1990. Table Tennis Doubles Champion 1987, 1988. Cloth Badge 1988. Half Colours 1988. House Colours 1989, 1990. Music Symbols 1989, 1990, 1991. Basketball Symbols 1990. Green Jumper (Music) 1989. Junior, Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra and Flute Ensemble. Concert Band. Drama Productions - "The Boyfriend" and "Godspell". Baseball, Basketball, Netball, Swimming and Volleyball Teams. Lucernian Literary Prize 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986.
LOUISE RIORDAN 1988-1991: Boarding House, End of Year, Mid Year, Roslyn House and Sports Committees. Cloth Badge 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991. Rowing Symbols 1991. Best and Fairest Netball Team 3 1990. Captain of Boats 1991. Flute Ensemble. Athletics, Cricket, Hockey, Netball, Rowing and Tennis Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988, 1989. CARLY ROBILLIARD 1989-1991: Boarding House, End of Year, Mid Year, Senior Centre and Venters House Committees. House Colours 1991. Hockey, Netball and Rowing Teams.
KIRSTY DANBY 1989-1991: School Prefect. Roslyn House Captain. Lucernian, Mid Year, Roslyn House and Sports Committees. Morongo Student Council 1990. Cloth Badge 1990. House Colours 1990. Debating Symbols 1991. Debating and Public Speaking. Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Hockey, Rowing and Swimming Teams.
CATHERINE ROSS 1984-1991: Robb House Committee. House Colours 1991. Senior Choir. Concert Band. Most Improved Netball 1988. Netball Captain Team 4 1991. Baseball, Basketball, Netball and Tennis Teams. ANN SHOEBRIDGE 1985-1991: Creative Arts, Environment, Lawson House and Lucernian Committees. Editor of Lucernian 1991. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1991. Drama Symbols 1990. Music Symbols 1990, 1991. Green Jumper (Music) 1989. Senior Choir. Orchestra. Drama Productions - "Tonight at 8.30" and "Godspell". Baseball, Hockey and Volleyball Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort and Academic Achievement 1986. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987, 1989. Pettitt Citizenship Prize 1990. Senior Lucernian Prize 1991. Arts Award 1991.
MICHELLE DRISCOLL 1985-1991: Ardens House and Senior Centre Committees. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1991. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986, 1987, 1988. LINDA EVANS 1986-1991: End of Year, Harris House and Photography Committees. Half Colours 1988. House Colours 1990, 1991. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989. IRENA FITZSIMON 1990-1991: Creative Arts, Harris House and Lucernian Committees. Senior Choir. Drama Production - "Godspell". Hockey and Netball Teams. MEREDITH FUNSTON 1988-1991: Boarding House, Lawson House and Senior Centre Committees. Neilson House House Captain 1990. House Colours 1991. Flute Ensemble. Most Improved Intermediate Netball 1988. Most Improved Netball Team 7 1989. Best and Fairest Hockey Team 3 1990. Athletics, Baseball, Hockey, Netball and Rowing Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989. VICKI HEDLEY 1981-1991: School Prefect. Sports Captain. Sports and Venters House Committees. Morongo Student Council 1989, 1990, 1991. Cloth Badge 1986. House Colours 1989, 1990, 1991. Green Jumper Sport 1989. Junior Sports Award 1987, 1988. Netball and Rowing Symbols 1991. Athletic Captain Term 4, 1990. Junior and Senior Choirs. Orchestra. Drama Productions - "The Boyfriend" and "Godspell". Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Netball, Rowing, Swimming, Tennis and Volleyball Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985, 1989.
ANNIE 001 1988-1991: Computer and Harris House Committees. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Senior Choir.
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LISA NICHOLLS 1985-1991: Roslyn House and Social Service Committees. Music Symbols 1989, 1991. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Drama production - "Godspell" Choir. Tennis
JENNIFER HILL 1989-1991: Music, Roslyn House and Senior Centre Committees. Senior Choir. Citizenship Award 1990.
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GEORGINA JACKSON 1989-1991: Ardens House and Photography Committees.
MELISSA NICHOLLS 1986-1991: Computer, Resources, Social Service and Venters House Committees. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987,
JENNIFER KELERTAS 1990-1991: Ardens House, Computer and Social Services Committees. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Basketball and Hockey Teams.
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SAU WAH (CHRISTINE) LAM 1990-1991: Computer, Lawson House and Resources Committees. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Swimming Team.
KATRINA O'GRADY 1987-1991: Ardens House, Creative Arts, Environment, Lucernian and Photography Committees. House Colours 1991. Lucernian Award 1987, 1991. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1990.
WING HUNG (DION) LAU 1990-1991: Harris House and Resources Committee. DONNA STEPHENS 1984-1991: Computer, End of Year, Lawson House and Lucernian Committees. House Colours 1991. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Athletics, Netball
KAR-MAN (KAREN) LAU 1990-1991: Boarding House, Lucernian, Resources and Robb House Committees. Senior Choir. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1990. Mary Higgins Memorial Prize - Dux of Year 11, 1990.
and Volleyball Teams. JENNIFER STONE 1988-1991: School Prefect. School Captain. Ardens House, Boarding House, Creative Arts, Mid Year and End of Year Committees. Morongo Student Council 1989, 1990, 1991. McPhee House House Captain 1990. Cloth Badge 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991. Rowing Symbols 1991. Most Improved Player Netball C Team 1988. Netball Captain Team 3 1991. Athletics, Baseball, Hockey, Netball, Rowing and Swimming Teams. House Debating. Public Speaking. Flute Ensemble. Drama Production "Tonight at 8.30". Lucernian Writing Prize 1990. Lucernian Photography Prize 1991. Merit Certificate
HANNAH LAWRENCE 1990-1991: Lucernian and Roslyn House Committees. Morongo Student Council 1991. House Colours 1990, 1991. Debating Symbols 1991. Hockey Symbols 1991. Debating Captain 1991. Public Speaking. Cricket Captain 1990. School Hockey Captain 1991. Cricket, Hockey, Rowing and Tennis Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990. AMANDA LEAHY 1990-1991: Computer and Harris House Committees. House Colours 1990. Reaward 1991. School Netball Vice-Captain 1991. Basketball and Netball Teams. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award.
Consistent Effort 1988, 1989. NATALIE STRIJDER 1985-1991: Computer, Lawson House and Social Service Committees. Cloth Badge 1987. Half Colours 1988. House Colours 1989, 1990, 1991. Swimming Symbols 1991. Swimming Champion 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989, 1990, 1991. Cross Country, Netball and Swimming Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987, 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986, 1989.
KATHRYN LYONS 1988-1991: Ardens House, Computer and Photography Committees. House Colours 1991. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Baseball and Netball Teams. JANE McNAUGHTON 1986-1991: Computer, Lucernian, Photography and Roslyn House Committees. Duke of Edinburgh Award.
PING (PATRICIA) TAI 1989-1991: Computer, Resources and Robb House Committees. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1990.
WCINDA MAYALL 1983-1991: Photography, Social Service and Venters House Committees. Cloth Badge 1987. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991. Most Improved Hockey Team 3 1988. Under 16 Athletics Champion 1989. School Hockey Vice Captain 1991. Music Symbols 1990, 1991. Green Jumper Music 1989. Green Jumper Sport 1990. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Strings Ensemble. Drama Productions - "Tonight at 8.30" and "Godspell" Chorus. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Hockey and Netball Teams. Achievement Award Tournament of Minds 1987. School Scholarship Winner. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1986. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988. Service Award 1991.
NORI TAMURA 1990-1991: Computer Committee. Hockey Team. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. SONIA TENABEL 1987-1991: End of Year, Robb House and Senior Centre Committees. House Colours 1991. Tennis Team. SZE KIT (KATE) TEO 1990-1991: Computer, Resources and Robb House Committee.
KATE MEADOWS 1989-1991: End of Year, Harris House, Lucernian and Mid Year Committees. House Colours 1991.
WAI YEE TUNG 1991: Computer, Resources and Venters House Committees. ANN VAN LEERDAM 1988-1991: School Prefect. Boarding House Captain. Boarding House. End of Year, Environment, Mid-Year and Robb House Committees. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991. Clarinet Ensemble. Concert Band. Drama Symbols 1990. Drama Productions - "Tonight at 8.30" and "Godspell". Athletics, Netball and Rowing Teams.
CAROLINE MILLARD 1983-1991: School Prefect. Venters House Captain. Lucernian, Music and Venters House Committees. Morongo Student Council 1989. Cloth Badge 1987. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990. Music Symbols 1990, 1991. Green Jumper Music 1989. Debating. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Strings Ensemble. Drama productions - "The Boyfriend", "Tonight at 8.30" and "Godspell". Baseball, Hockey and Netball Teams.
SARAH WILSON 1990-1991: Ardens House and Creative Arts Committees. House Colours 1991. Baseball, Basketball and Hockey Teams.
NARELLE MONTGOMERY 1985-1991: School Prefect. Ardens House Captain. Ardens House, Boarding House and Computer Committees. Morongo Student Council 1988, 1989. Cloth Badge 1987. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990. Best and Fairest Hockey Thirds 1989. Encouragement Award Rowing 1990. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. Drama Productions "Tonight at 8.30" and "Godspell". Cricket, Hockey, Netball, Rowing and Swimming Teams.
LEISL WOOD 1990-1991: Computer, Lawson House and Social Service Committees. Senior Choir. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award. DIANA WU 1989-1991: Lawson House and Music Committees. House Colours 1991. Music Symbols 1990, 1991. Green Jumper (Music) 1990. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Drama Production - Chorus "Godspell". Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.
GEORGINA NELSON 1990-1991: Robb House Committee. Debating. Cloth Badge 1990. House Colours 1991. Athletics, Cricket and Rowing Teams.
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Earlier this year, the committee also purchased a rose bush in memory of Miss Botterill, our fondly remembered French and Latin teacher. Throughout the year we have had several functions which have required catering. It has been wonderful to have Helen Hill, our catering co-ordinator give such direct guidance in what to prepare and how to present the food, and to have Liz Grundell and Sue Lamb co-ordinate and prepare the beautiful floral arrangements and posies for these functions.
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Marie Anderson, Lyn Collins, Margaret Hiddleston, Jan Knight, Anne Waayers, Dawn Weyers, June Winter, Heather Angus and Liz Taylor (mother of next year's Head Prefect) have all given so much of their time to assist other committee members with the catering at the special events, attending the Annual meetings of Branches — a highlight for our committee members, attending special school functions, organising sporting events, preparing and serving on the fruit salad stall at the School Fair, assisting with the organisation of Founders Day, planning, co-ordinating and catering for the Combined Old Girls Association Annual Meeting, arranging a farewell luncheon for Bert Stewart, who in his role as School Bursar had given so much time and guidance to the Old Collegians.
OFFICE BEARERS 1991 President: Snr Vice-President: Jnr Vice-President: Secretary: Assistant Secretary: Treasurer: Assistant Treasurer: Public Officer:
Jan Hosie (Park) Jan Knight (Anderson) Sue Lamb (Gayor) Sally-Anne Thomson (Cuttriss) June Winter (Hardwick) Jeanette Middleton (Potter) Liz Grundell (Richardson) Jenny Battye (Miles)
Address for Correspondence: Morongo Old Collegians Association Inc. P.O. Box 17, Geelong 3220
Finally, my sincere thanks to Jeanette Middleton, Sally-Ann Thomson and past president, Joy Rau, for supporting and guiding me through my first year as President. I would also like to extend our thanks to Mrs Judy Watt for her continued support and interest shown in the Old Collegians' activities, for allowing us the use of the wonderful school facilities for our special functions, and for always looking for new avenues of possibility of involving the Old Collegians in the ongoing life of the School.
PRESIDENT'S REPORT
May we continue to Saint Lucernae Andentes.
1991 has ben an extremely busy year for the Morongo Old Collegians Committee. Before highlighting some of the special events which took place during the year I would like to extend some special thanks to a number of committee members who have worked tirelessly and with enthusiasm and dedication, in a wide range of tasks which have required an ongoing commitment throughout the year.
Jan Hosie (Park) President
Their efforts rarely receive the level of recognition they deserve. To Jeanette Middleton, Joy Rau and our legal advisor, Andrew Egan, our special thanks for the enormous amount of time they have put into revising and finalising the Statement of Purpose and Rules of the Association. This achievement has enabled us to become incorporated, and enabled us to be granted Tax Exemption. Thanks are also extended to Jannie Currie and Judy Bent who willingly shared their experience to assist in this task. Bev Egan and her family have put many many hours into preparing an inventory, cleaning, displaying, naming and photographing all of the school's antique collection. Thanks also go to other committee members who have assisted Bev and her family in various aspects of this enormous task. Jenny Battye continues to put many hours into the recording and updating of the names and addresses of Old Collegians, an endless job — What a mobile lot we are! Jenny also responds to the many requests for tracing the addresses of long lost school friends. A great deal of time has also been put into the establishment of a computerised system for recording addresses. Thanks to Sally-Ann Thomson for her watchful eye over the Rose Garden and trees lining the front driveway. Within the next five years the driveway should be looking quite magnificent. The committee has recently purchased an additional rose bush for the garden, in memory of the life and dedication given to Morongo by Miss Edith Leigh, past student, Bursar, Honorary Life Member and friend of many Old Collegians.
J. Hosie, L. Grundell, L. Taylor
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LADY DUNLOP FOYER — Official opening of the remodelled school front entrance Old Collegians felt privileged to be a part of the official opening where Sir Edward, the husband of the late Lady Dunlop, gave a memorable address, highlighting the wonderful inspiration, support and influence she had upon him during their married life.
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Sir Edward also recalled the breadth of her achievements as a leader, scholar and in sport during her student days at Morongo.
CANBERRA President: Suzanne Beech (Cameron) Secretary/Treasurer GOULBURN VALLEY: President: Sandra Macintyre (Button) Secretary: Treasurer: MELBOURNE: President: Faye Lee (Pope) Sandra Oriander (Stevens) Secretary/Treasurer SOUTH AUSTRALIA: Sonya Stewart (Cameron) President: Ros Islip (Wishart) Secretary: Treasurer: Jeanette Drake (Walker) WESTERN DISTRICT. President: Judy Ross (Reid) Secretary/Treasurer: Jeanette Brennan (McGregor) WIMMERA: Kathleen Ellifson (Rennett) President:
Lorna Hooper (Ebbot), a fellow student with Lady Dunlop (Helen Ferguson), was invited to present the Bible reading at this official occasion. SUN TENNIS DAY (MELBOURNE) It was disappointing that we were unable to field a team in this year's event. For those who have taken part on previous occasions, it has been considered a wonderful day — tennis of a good standard and a great social day with approximately twenty-five Old Girls Associations represented. Our co-ordinator, Lyn Collins (Crellin) would love to hear from anyone who would like to take part next year. FOUNDERS DAY This year, the committee agreed to a change in format for our Annual Mid Year Luncheon. The Old Collegians were invited to join the school community in organising the celebration of Founders Day.
BRANCH MEETINGS Committee members continue to find the Branch visits a highlight of our year's calendar, with many volunteering to represent the Association at the respective Annual Meetings.
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There were twelve original Foundation Students present on the day. They were our "special guests" and it was our hope that we enabled them to feel special on this day. Two other people who will always remain special to us, and whose presence is always highly valued, are our two past Principals. We were thrilled to have Miss Shaw present on this occasion. Miss Brookshaw sent a note of regret that she was unable to attend, due to her overseas tour.
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Dr Alwynne Mackie (Huddleston) — Director of the Victorian College of the Arts and an Old Collegian — gave an inspiring address prior to the luncheon.
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The luncheon was attended by the School Staff, School Council, Foundation Students, Past Principal, Old Collegians, Prefects and guests from other school Old Girls Associations.
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The beautiful display of a range of creative arts presented by a group of capable Old Collegians completed this unique and historic occasion for the wider School Community and Old Collegians.
It is a great time for sharing the developments which are taking place within the School and the Old Collegians Association. The highlight at each meeting is, of course, the sharing and reliving of one's own school days. This brings many peals of laughter and the realization that those highly valued memories are still vividly remembered. 5 YEAR REUNIONS: Thanks to Robyn McKenzie (Williams) a very successful reunion was held for the students who left school between 1980435. Many girls attended the reunion on 21st November 1990. Renewing friendships, reliving school experiences and sharing the many paths and highways each had taken since leaving school became the highlight of the evening. For many, the reminiscing continued well into the wee hours of the following morning! 1940245 — Planning for this reunion is well under-way thanks to the enthusiasm and organisation of Pam Warland and Shirley McNaughton. It is to be held at Berkley Lodge, Geelong on Friday 22nd November.
HOSTING OF THE COMBINED OLD GIRLS ASSOCIATION ANNUAL MEETING On Saturday August 3rd, we were treated to beautiful sunshine and the use of the school's magnificent senior centre facilities, in which to host this occasion. Seventeen Old Collegians Associations were represented with a total of forty-four members in attendance. We managed to move through an agenda where seven items of common interest were addressed and responded to. A questionnaire circulated and responded to prior to the day enabled a collated report to be given on another ten areas of common interest during our two hour meeting. Cups of tea and sandwiches on arrival, a tour of the school, capably led by four senior boarders, a very successful sharing of ideas, an afternoon tea before our visitors returned to Melbourne and beautiful school facilities in which to host the occasion, left us with a sense of pride and achievement in our Association and School. We considered it a privilege to have had the opportunity of hosting such a memorable and invaluable Annual event.
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GOLF SUN CUP 1991 On April 8th, Morongo Old Collegians competed for the Sun Cup at Yarra Yarra. Thanks to our willing representatives Pam Amezdroz, Joy Hocking, Lyn Collins, Marj Carroll, Prue Cooke and Val Abery. Unfortunately the team was not able to gather together enough stableford points to feature amongst the top scores. Congratulations to the winners — Ruyton. Toorak College and Korowa tied for second and Shelford was third. This year, as well as the usual donation of a cheque from the proceeds to the Sun Toy Fund, all players were invited to take a toy. As a result, many children will be able to share the pleasure of our golf day.
Miss Brookshaw, Mrs Watt, Miss Shaw
EDITH MARGARET LEIGH Edith had a long association with her school, enrolling as a boarder at Roslyn in Geelong and continuing when the school moved out to Morongo. She had the honour of being the first Head girl there. After her school days she returned to her home at Highton, where she remained until the deaths of her parents. She then was appointed Bursar at Morongo, a position she held with distinction for over thirty years, never sparing herself in the interst of her school.
Ann Young, Lyn Collins, Sue Sutton
She had many interests — her church, the Victoria League of which she was Secretary for many years, the Royal Commonwealth Society, District Nursing, the Soroptimists, to name a few. Her keen interst in the Girl Guide movement commenced at school, where she was a member of the Vth Guide Company of Geelong, later becoming a district Commissioner of Geelong. She was also an active worker for the newly formed Trefoil Guild. Having sold the family home she moved to Geelong, later linking up with Miss Evans and Miss Sutherland. With her practical gifts and experience Edith was largely responsible for the smooth running of the home. Many will recall with pleasure the hospitality enjoyed at No 10 Buckland Avenue. The trio spent their holidays at HUSLI, Edith's cottage in Ocean Grove. It was sad that difficult access to this charming home made it impossible for her to visit it in her later years. And so life flowed smoothly on, until Edith suffered a stroke. Her active life had come to an end but she was doomed to spend her last eight years in a wheel chair in a nursing home. How frustrating for such an active person! But she bore it with Christian fortitude, uttering no word of bitterness or complaint.
Joy Rau, Sue Lamb, Heather Darby
The Morongo Old Collegians recognised her great contribution and her loyalty to her school by bestowing upon her, Life Membership of the Association a richly deserved honour. And so we bid a sad farewell to one who never failed to give a helping hand to those in need. She has earned for herself a lasting place in the annals of Morongo to which she gave such loyalty and devotion. Vale Edith!
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MORONGO OLD COLLEGIANS BIRTHS: STAMMERS, CROSBY,
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(COOKE) Penny (BLACKMAN) Elizabeth (McNeil) Fiona (EDGE) Alison (BLOOD) Carol (SOLOMON) Dianne (BELL) (GREIG) Debbie (BENJAMIN) (HOCKING) Lisa (BAKER) Sally (BAKER) Evangeline (RICHMOND) Cheryl (BELL) Nicola (POWELL) Ruth (LUCAS) Heather (WEST) Lisa (HEMPTON) Andrea (MANTELLO) Maria (SUTHERLAND) Helenmary (GRIMES) Louise (MORTIMER) Mandy (FULTON) Annette (BEGGS) Christie (PROWSE) Belinda (GIDDINGS) Janine (FISHER) Barbara Anne (SUTHERLAND) Gaye (FORBES) Julie (CURRIE) Susan (LAMONT) Wendy (COOKE) Tina (GRIMES) Louise (HICKEY) Jenni (HEARD) Fiona (HENRY) Michelle (SCOTT) Margaret (SIMPSON) Galey (BELL) Dianne (CONDER) Anne (BENT) Lisa (WARNER) Jennifer (LAMONT) Helen (WORLAND) Sonja (JENKINS) Wendy (MATHESON) Mandy (VAUTIER) Julie (POULSTON) Sue (FAGG) Marion (JAMISON) Helen Julie (HARVEY) Sherrl (WILLIAMS) Robyn (STEWART) Carol (DELLER) Rachel (DENNIS) Elizabeth (McVEAN) Fiona
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DEATHS: Miss Margaret MARTIN Miss Margaret TOYNE Miss Dorothy JULIEN Mrs Joan McGREGOR (STEWART) Miss Edith LEIGH Mrs Bessie WALLACE Mrs Alison ANDERSON (McPHEE) Mrs Enid SNIBSON (EBBOTT) Miss Alison BOTTERILL
Roderick SUTTON Allistair ROBB Graham GITTINS Phillip JONES Paul SAGOR Colin PEARSON Douglas McDOUGALL Andrew MYER Billy KIER Andrew WESTACOTT George CHIRNSIDE David POTTER Howard ATKINS Simon EDWARDS Craig McLAUGHLIN John CORT Richard PURNELL Simon FARMER Darren LAST Brian FENTIMAN Rees CRUICKSHANK Christopher JAMES Stuart PRETTY Brad PHILLIPS Alf CLARK Andrew BROWNING
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AWARDS 1990 AWARDS SPEECH NIGHT (1990) YEAR 7 Fiona Nelson Annabelle Senior Kate Walker
YEAR 8 Karen Bird Shu-Lin Lee Samantha Michalak
YEAR 9 Jodie Eales Alison Funston Anne Kidman
YEAR 10 Rachael Eddy Emma Jackman Sally Robbins Susan Robins Sally Spiteri YEAR 11 Carly Adler
Mrs Valerie Hatch Award for achievement in Secretarial Studies (Gift of Institute of Professional Secretaries, Geelong Branch) Katrina Brown
Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Citizenship Award, and Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Citizenship Award, and Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort
Boarding House Awards for boarders who have made significant contributions to the life of the boarding community. Louise Turner (Senior) Catherine Stone (Junior)
Citizenship Award Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Citizenship Award, and Mertit Certificate, Consistent Effort
YEAR 12 — SPECIAL AWARDS Music/Drama Award Girls, other than the School Music Captain, who have outstanding ability and have made a significant contribution to one, or both, of these areas. Trudi Smart (Music) McCann Citizenship Prize (Gift of Mrs E W McCann) Girl other than a school official who has displayed fine citizenship. Kristen Blackmore
Citizenship Award Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Citizenship Award, and Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort
D.F. Neilson Prize (Gift of Mr D G Neilson) For scholarship, personal qualities and contribution to the co-curricular programme. Natalie Morrison
Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Citizenship Award, and Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Citizenship Award Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort
Jennifer Hill Karen Lau Katrina O'Grady Sandra Petty Chloe Plumridge Patricia Tai
Citizenship Award, and Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Citizenship Award Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort
YEAR 12 Kirsten Bishop Joanne Cooke Kristina Djakovic Jane Gibbs Kellie Griffiths Fiona Jackman Shu-Yen Lee Natalie Morrison Melissa Phillips Carolyn Saleh Melanie Veal
Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort Merit Certificate, Consistent Effort
A.C. Harris Prize (Gift of the Old Collegians) For the Head Prefect Kristie Eales MERIT CERTIFICATES FOR ACADEMIC ACHIEVEMENT YEAR 7 Chloe Alsop Megan Blackmore Julie Carlile Kim Goldsmith Natalia Kelso Rebecca Maddern Amy Sanders Anabelle Senior Kate Walker DUX OF YEAR 7: Fiona Nelson YEAR 8 Julie Baker Karen Bird Tamsin Crocker (Mrs Lewis Hirst Cup) Kirsty Gibb Nerissa Kamp 1st Robb Sarah Lamb 2nd Roslyn Amy Leen 3rd Harris Katrina Mayall 4th Venters Samantha Michalak 5th Ardens Sarah Nadorp 6th Lawson Alison Smedley Karen Zeegers DUX OF YEAR 8: Shu-Lin Lee
OVERALL HOUSE COMPETITION 1990
YEAR 10 Bartlett Citizenship Prize (Gift of Mrs M S Bartlett) Girl who has displayed leadership and fine citizenship Sally Robbins
44 points 38 points 31 points 28 points 191/2 points 111/2 points
OVERALL SPORTS COMPETITION 1990
YEAR 9 Melissa Baxter (Charles Neville Cup) Jodie Eales 1st Roslyn Alison Funston 2nd Robb Laura Hughes 3rd Ardens Naomi Rankin 4th Venters Kathryn Traczyk 5th Harris Samantha Willard 6th Lawson DUX OF YEAR 9: Anne Kidman
Endeavour Award (Gift of Mr and Mrs G. Kamp) Girl who has made very good progress overcoming difficulties by demonstrating commendable personal qualities and effort Sally Norton YEAR 11 Pettit Citizenship Prize (Gift of Mr F A Miles) Girl who has leadership qualities and has given of her best to the school in work, cocurricular activities and general helpfulness. Ann Shoebridge
YEAR 10 Fiona Cooke Clare Fallaw (Petitt Shield) Vivian Hui Julie Kirkpatrick = 1st Harris Nikola McGrath = 1st Robb Narelle Morland 3rd Venters Clare Oataway 4th Ardens Susan Robins 5th Roslyn Sally Spiteri 6th Lawson Georgina Vagg Catherine Winkler DUX OF YEAR 10 (Olive Filmer Memorial): Emma Jackman
35 points 31 points 24 points 23 points 15 points 12 points
ACADEMIC COMPETITION 1990
Music/Drama Award Girls, other than the School Music Captain, who have outstanding ability and have made a significant contribution to one, or both, of these areas. Chloe Plumridge GENERAL EXCELLENCE AWARDS Senior Auxiliary Prize for outstanding performance in a Year 12 subject. Michelle Barrett (Graphics) Commerce Prize (Gift of Mr and Mrs R Hetherington) Helen Wong (Economics, Accounting)
YEAR 11 ACADEMIC SYMBOLS Hannah Lawrence Sandra Petty Katrina O'Grady Chloe Plumridge Sandra Petty Chloe Plumridge Patricia Tai Diana Wu DUX OF YEAR 11 (Mary Higgins Memorial): Karen Lau
General Excellence Prizes (donors wish to remain anonymous) Kirsten Bishop (English, Chemistry, German) Shu-Yen Lee (English, Chemistry, Mathematics) Katerina McArthur (English, English Literature, European History)
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