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CONTENTS

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House Reports

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2. Editorial

Morongo in Community

3. Principal's Page

Morongo Goes Social Junior School

4. School Council Report 5. Staff 6. School Captain's Report 7. Morongo Student Council Report

51. Year_12 53. Valete

8. The Boarding House

56. Phoenix

10. Sport

68. Old Collegians

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16. Music, Drama, Debating

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Lucernian Committee Back row: Melissa Le Breton, Catherine Wafers, Susan Robins, Cherie Lawler, Alison Funston, Diana Taylor, Clare Fallaw, Emma Jackman, Mrs. B. Morrison, Pennelope Kosmina, Marnie Carroll. Middle row: Kirsty Gibb, Sarah Bennett, Rachael Eddy. Front row: Caroline Renick, Megan Blackmore, Alison Warrior, Clare Matson, Georgina Walker.

"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour!" Robert Louis Stevenson

The Olympic Games rely heavily on the world joining together — in international unity and commitment. Without the comradeship of the athletes, without the encouragement and support of team-mates, athletes could not cope, but would break down under the pressure. Students in the school system are no different. The need to stick together is obvious.

As the world struggles for economic stability, so, too, do the Olympians struggle for fulfilment, for an achievement to make the hard work and years of training worthwhile. They are ambassadors for our country, the elite to gaze at with awe and respect. Little, though, do they realise the true height of the pedestal on which we place them, the true depth of what they represent. When Gail Devers tripped at the final hurdle in her 100m event to go from a winning position to fifth in the space of a heartbeat, quietly picked herself up, and congratulated the winner, she earned far more than she would if she had won a gold medal. She won personal merit, and she won respect. This we need to do more. In this time of recession, we need to think of our worth in terms of personal attributes, not in terms of whether we have a job and money. There may be much stress from schoolwork, and the disappointment in losing the race may be great, but in the long run, none of this matters. In the long run we'll be measured as people — what we are, and how we can hold our heads up after what we've been through and learnt. It is how we cope, not what we do, which constitutes the greatest achievement.

Winning, or losing does not symbolise the importance of life — it is an achievement just to get there, to be called an Olympian. So can we see Year 12 — the ultimate peak for which all previous schooling has trained for, the completion of which makes all worthwhile. Success or failure, the goal has been reached, a success in itself — and those who can see this will compete with better results in the race of their lives. Never give up, and you'll run your personal best. Emma Jackman Lucernian Editor 1992

One of the highlights of the Year 9 programme, the tour of Canberra, again provided a most valuable and enjoyable experience for girls in this year level. With Law and Government as the focus of their studies for Term 3, visits to Parliament House, the High Court and the Science and Technology Centre added an immediacy and reality to their studies. The visit to Morongo of students from the Hakadate High School in Japan was a memorable and rewarding time, particularly for those who generously acted as host families over the seventeen days of their stay. The House Swimming and Athletic Sports days are always special events on our calendar, with almost total student participation and drawing enthusiastic support from parents. This same enthusiasm was demonstrated at the Annual Head of Schoolgirls' Regatta for which Morongo was the host school. In this prestigious event all crews rowed particularly well, with four crews reaching the finals for their grades, including the Head of Schoolgirls' race. The successful organization of this major event was due to the efforts of the members of the Chirnside Club and the many other parents and friends of the School who assisted them. I have written of just some of the outstanding achievements and memorable events for the year that exemplify the quality for which Morongo stands. In the course of my study leave in Terms 2 and 3, I visited four schools in the south of England considered to be among the top boarding schools for girls in the country. I wanted to find the features that set them apart from other schools, that made them different and very special. Somewhat to my surprise, I found them very similar to Morongo. Their buildings, like ours, were a mix of old and new: the programmes which they offered were very like ours, with an emphasis on quality: their students had the same lively enthusiasm that we find at Morongo. At some of the schools the facilities, particularly for sport, were enviable. In a climate much more severe than that of Geelong, indoor sporting complexes are essential and I saw some magnificent centres. I saw, too, school chapels, swimming pools and even an equestrian school, features that we at Morongo could aim to establish. As I moved through those four schools, often escorted by girls eager to show me the fine buildings and facilities, I was reminded that Morongo, through the richness and quality of its programme, compares very favorably indeed with those considered to be the best. We have a school of which we can all be proud.

FROM THE PRINCIPAL " Morongo stands for quality in all fields of study and activities." So runs the concluding sentence of Morongo's educational philosophy. Over the past year, the many achievements of students and the success of a variety of events in the life of the School family serve to underline the validity of this claim. We were delighted with the 1991 VCE results. The high pass rate of previous years was maintained and individual results for girls and subjects were excellent. The quality of their passes enabled all girls to obtain placements for tertiary study or to gain positions as they wished in the workforce. As you read through this issue of The Lucernian you will learn of the many students from both Junior and Senior Schools who have achieved a high level of success in a range of academic competitions. Twenty eight girls from the Middle School received awards in the Australian Schools Science Competition with Fiona Bainbridge receiving the silver Esso Medal for gaining the highest mark of any girl in Year 8 in Victoria. In the Mathematics Talent Quest, the entries from students in Years 6 and 8 all achieved Honorable Mentions at the State Final level. Again this year, teams from both the Junior and Senior Schools were highly commended for their presentations in the Annual Tournament of Minds Competition held at Monash University. Melissa Tan of Year 6 was awarded the Trinity College of Music (London) Medal for achieving the highest mark for a Victorian student in the College's annual Speech Examinations. In the field of Music and Drama, three major events clearly demonstrated our commitment to quality. The musical Annie involving students at all levels in the Senior School was an outstanding success, as was the Junior School's Magical Moments. For both shows the standard of performance was extremely high and the capacity audiences enjoyed each night's presentation. Again the Annual House Music and Drama Competition unleashed an amazing array of talent. With every girl involved, the series of original and entertaining mini reviews that were devised presented a considerable challenge for the two adjudicators. Special tours and excursions provide yet another ingredient that enriches the Morongo experience. During first semester, girls from Years 7 and 8 made the first return visit to the MLC school in Sydney. Our debating teams excelled, some fine musical performances were given and all sports teams competed admirably.

Sint Lucernae Ardentes Judith M. Watt.

Senior School Staff

Junior School Staff

COUNCIL REPORT The only change in the membership of the Council during the year resulted from the resignation of Mrs Chris Alexander owing to the demands of her business. A recommendation has been made to The Uniting Church for an appointment to fill the vacancy. The school's new Business Manager, Mr Graeme Kemp, has settled into the job quickly and has been of great assistance to the Council's committees. The finance committee has prepared a three year plan to complement the education plan designed by the Principal and staff, and these documents provide the Council with a clear strategy to maintain Morongo as a leader in girls' education. Improvements to the Gertrude Pratt Assembly Hall were substantially financed by the Parents and Friends Association, and the Council is grateful for that assistance. Further refurbishing work remains to be done on the Hall and then the next major capital project is likely to be upgrading of the Junior School.

Mr John Robb has continued to lead the Council with enthusiasm and dedication. During his absence overseas, Deputy Chairman Mr Wilbur Harvey chaired meetings and devoted considerable time and effort to the school's affairs. The Council has continued to be well served by its committee chairmen — Mr Bob Bourke (Finance), Mr Ian Wood (Development) and Mr John Lewis (Works). The Council continues to be grateful for the devotion and loyalty of Mrs Judith Watt and her staff. Council members thanked senior staff members for the extra duties borne during Mrs Watt's study leave, particularly Deputy Principal Mr Andrew Payne, Junior School Head Mrs Yvonne Fox and Curriculum Co-Ordinator Miss Jill Batterbury. Morongo will greatly benefit from the ideas gained by Mrs Watt from visiting schools and attending conferences in America and Britain. The Council looks forward with confidence.

STAFF OF MORONGO GIRLS' COLLEGE 1992 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 SPECIAL SUBJECTS Speech: Mrs R King, ATCL(Speech & Drama) Tennis: Mr K MacLean OFFICE STAFF: Mrs D Doyle, Principal's Secretary Mrs N. Groth, Assistant Business Manager Mrs F Tan, Secretary to Deputy Principal and Director of Studies Mrs H Walker Mrs K Beckett ANCILLARY STAFF: Mrs P Farrance, Laboratory Assistant Mrs I Halfacre, Secretary/Teachers' Aide, Junior School Mrs S Home, Library Assistant Mrs P Rooney, Special Education Aide HOSPITAL: Sr F Caines CATERING OFFICER: Mrs J Carpenter/Miss C McMahon SERVICE STAFF SUPERVISOR: Mrs E Johns MAINTENANCE SUPERVISOR: Mr D Suares GROUNDS STAFF: Mr T Rambaldo Mr R Simpson Mr M Watson Mr S Young CANTEEN ASSISTANTS: Mrs M Collins and Mrs D Mathieson BOARDING HOUSE STAFF: Mrs F Buchanan Mrs A Frcek Mrs M Matthews Miss S Williams Mrs P. Kemp (Term 4) COUNCIL: Mr R J Robb, AM, KSJ (Chairman) Mr W H Harvey BE, FIE Aust, FAIE, AFAIM (Deputy Chairman) Mr D J Blackmore, BChem Eng, (Hons) NZ Mr R J Bourke, AASA, CPA, ACTS, AIBA, AAIM, FRMIA Rev J M Hagans, MA, BD, MTh Mr I S Knight Mr R I Langford, BSc, C.Dip AF, DMS Mr J Lewis Dr A Mackie, BA (Melb), MA (Melb), PhD (Melb), PhD (LaTrobe), MA Mr W D Nelson, BJuris, LL B, AS-LIV (EP & LG) Mr L G J Opie, Dip Civ Eng, MIE(Aug.) Miss E L Tindale, Dip Phys Ed(Melb), BA(Syd) Mrs S J Wilson, BA (Melb), Grad Dip Educ Counselling (RMIT) Mr I A Wood, BComm (Melb) (Hons) Mrs A Young, MB, BS Mr D G Neilson, AM, FCA, ACIS, ACIM (Secretary) SCHOOL OFFICIALS: School Captain: Diana Taylor Deputy School Captain: Rachael Eddy Boarding House Captain: Sally Ettershank Music Captain: Melissa Le Breton Sports Captain: Claire Wookey

BUSINESS MANAGER: Mr G A Kemp, Dip Bus Std, AASA, CPA DEVELOPMENT OFFICER: Mrs I Deller, ATCL, ASDA HEAD OF BOARDING HOUSE: Mrs F M Batiste, B Sc, Dip T SENIOR SCHOOL: Level Co-ordinator 12L Mrs U M Trigg, BA, Dip Ed, LTh, Dip Rel Ed. 12A Mrs D McNair, MA, DipEd / Mrs P Gilson, BA, Dip Ed 12B Mr J Hanan, BA, Dip Ed 12H Mrs M Melville, Dip Corn Prac, TTTC, Grad Dip Info & Comm Tech 12R Mrs D J Lyne, B App Sc(Chem), TTTC Mrs M E Thom, BA(Hons), Dip Ed, Dip Comp, MACE, MACS 12V Level Co-ordinator: 11CC Mrs C M Carroll, BA, Dip Ed. 11H1 Mrs J Hill, BEd (Art & Craft)/ Mrs K Tamplin, Higher Dip Teach (Secondary) 11KH Mrs K H Hancock, B Ed(Mus), M Ed St, MIMT, MACE. Mrs M Lyne, Dip App Chem, TTTC, B Ed, M Ed 11GS Mr G J Smith, B Ed(Science) Level Co-ordinator 10RO Mrs R. Owen, Cert in Educ (University of Liverpool, U.K.) 10DB Mrs D J Bard-Brucker, B Ed(Art & Craft) 1OSK Mr S Keeley, B Comm, Dip Ed, Grad Dip (Curric) 10GM Mr G. Malcolm, BA, Dip Ed 10MH Mr M C Hutley, B Ed(Sci) Level Co-ordinator 9JG Mrs J Gardner, BA, Dip Ed, B Ed Miss G E Carr, B Ed(Post Primary Phys Ed) 9GC 9AS Ms A Shields, BA, MA, Dip Ed, GDIESE. Mrs M L Smith, BSc, BA(Ed), FACBS Level Co-ordinator: Year 7/8 Mrs B Morrison, BA, Dip Ed 8JH Miss J Homberg, B Ed(Home Ec) 8MC Mrs C Mackenzie, BSc in Education 8SH Miss S Heeps, B Ed(Secondary) 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 J Murray, Cert Bus Studies, Stenography Cert, TTTC, Grad Dip Student Welfare Ms A L South, BSc, Dip Ed Mrs L Bremner, BA Careers Advisor Mrs S S Lea-Wood, TPTC, TSPTC, B Ed(Spec Ed) MACE Special Education JUNIOR SCHOOL: Prep & 1 Year 2/3 Year 4 Year 5 Year 6

KINDERGARTEN:

LIBRARY:

Mrs L Masek, Dip Ed(Primary) Mrs J M Taylor, Dip Teach(Junior Primary) Mrs R C Trim, TPTC, BA (Ed), B Ed(Primary) Mr W L Freeman, BA (Ed), B Ed Mrs E F Marsland, Dip Teach (Primary) Miss G T Blythe, BA(Ed) Mrs P Hutchinson, Dip Teach (Primary) Mrs L McPherson, BMus Ed Mrs V Golding, (Mod Langs) Mrs N Phillips, BA, B Ed(Primary), ALAA Mrs S Trickey, Dip Teach (Early Childhood) — Directress Morongo Kindergarten Mrs J Hawkins, Kindergarten Assistant, 4 year old group Mrs M Anderson, Dip Ed (Primary), — Directress, 3 year old Kindergarten Mrs W Cooke, Kindergarten Assistant, 3 year old group Mrs B Thomas, BA(Ed) After School Programme

HOUSE CAPTAINS: Ardens: Bridget Player Harris: Rachel Mansfield Lawson: Marita Haydon Robb: Fiona Gibb Roslyn: Sally Robbins Venters: Samantha Campbell

Miss L Fell, B Ed (Librarianship) Mrs A C Warren, B Sc, ALAA Mrs J. Pettigrove B. Ed. (Lib.Acc) (sem.2)

MUSIC STAFF: Director of Music: Mr K H Hancock, B Ed(Mus), MEd St, MIMT, MACE Pianoforte: Miss D Butler, ATCL, LTCL, LMusA, MIMT Pianoforte and Theory: Mrs M Heyes, B Mus(Ed) Pianoforte and Theory: Mrs P Spratt, AMusA, LMus A, LRSM, ATCL, LTCL, MIMT Violin and Viola: Mr G Smith, Dip Arts(Music), Grad Dip Ed, MIMT 'Cello and Theory: Mrs J Bainbridge, TITC, Grad Dip Ed, B Ed Flute: Mrs K Storey, B Ed(Mus) Clarinet and Saxophone: Mr A Cox, BA(Mus) Guitar: Mr G Waugh, Dip Jazz Studies (NSW) Voice: Mrs R Banger, DipLCST, AMusA(Voice) Accompanist-Organist: Mrs G Gillard, MA, Dip Ed, AMusA

HOUSE HOUSE CAPTAINS: David/McPhee Catherine Stone Hearne/Neilson Alison Funston MORONGO STUDENT COUNCIL: Chairperson: Diana Taylor Secretary: Rachael Eddy Year 12: Sarah Bennett, Sally Ettershank, Pennelope Kosmina. Year 11: Lydia Fehring, Sherridan Harvey, Kathryn Traczyk Year 10: Claire Hindmarsh, Samantha Michalak, Heidi Roberts Year 9: Rebecca Maddern, Amy Sanders Year 8: Fiona Bainbridge, Katherine Napier Year 7: Clare Matson, Georgina Walker

SCHOOL CAPTAIN'S REPORT "And he could look at all that other side clearly now that he was about to leave it:' We are another group of students who have been prepared for life beyond Morongo. In a premature cloud of nostalgia, we may appear lost. Lost in the years past, forgotten in the glare of the future — but we are not. Each of us has been recognised for our uniqueness and the contribution we have made to our school. In the hearts and minds of those we have touched, our presence will remain forever. We, Year 12 students of 1992, are pioneers. Year 9 brought us the launching of the Cultural Experience, and several years later our journey through the V.C.E. began. With the experienced Morongo staff as our guides, our journey was made relatively simple, and yet still we experienced an adventure quite unlike anything else previously encountered. Year 12 has been an awakening, not only for our minds, but also for our hearts and souls. Through knowing the true meaning of hard work and constant pressure, some of us have called ourselves the victims of unprecedented political policies and educational experimentation. However, most of us have accepted the system, and conflict has not affected our individual pursuits. It appears that most perceived limitations have been overcome, and as a result, we are better prepared to face our futures. The emotional and physical strains constantly experienced have brought us closer together. The common bond of understanding and caring that exists between the students in the group will always remain, even when we have drifted apart.

School Captain: Diana Taylor

Our school community is to be congratulated for its continued dedication to the pursuit of learning and excellence. Not only is Morongo an institution that encourages achievement, but allows a place for the individual to discover herself. It offers safety and security, not in order to naively shelter us, but to present us with an environment in which girls can feel free to develop, comforted by the knowledge that there will always be support. I am grateful to many people for making 1992 an experience to be treasured for the rest of my life. I would like to thank Rachael Eddy, Deputy School Captain, for her quick humour and generous help, the Prefects for their support and leadership, and Year 12 for the wonderful memories. And if despair threatens to encroach when considering the uncertainty of the future, just remember the joy experienced this year, and Malours affirmation of our worth and uniqueness as students of Morongo in 1992. "That is what life meant, a unique presence. A life wasn't for anything. It simply was!' Thank you Morongo, teachers, parents, friends, for accepting us for what we are: you have laid the path for our future into which we can now confidently move. Diana Taylor

Deputy School Captain: Rachael Eddy.

MORONGO STUDENT COUNCIL

Year 7

Clare Matson Georgina Walker

Year 8

Fiona Bainbridge Katherine Napier

Year 9

Rebecca Maddern Amy Sanders

Year 10

Claire Hindmarsh Samantha Michalak Heidi Roberts

Year 11

Lydia Fehring Sherridan Harvey Kathryn Traczyk

Year 12

Sarah Bennett Sally Ettershank Pennelope Kosmina

Chairperson Diana Taylor Deputy Chairperson Rachael Eddy

troducing members and reporting on business arising in meetings. It has created yet another avenue of communication between staff, students and the MSC. To coincide with this venture, the selling of photographs to students has provided funding and a learning experience. In addition to these activities, the MSC has been faced with some most practical and adventurous suggestions, all of which have been channeled through the council's members. These ideas are expressed and discussed with enthusiasm. Without doubt the MSC's role relies on such an approach to continually maintain its purpose.

Each successive year since the MSC was established, its role has strengthened and become more prominent. This has been particularly so in 1992 under the direction of Diana Taylor and Rachael Eddy. This year the MSC took on a more environmental approach with the challenging merger with the Environment Committee. this involved creating awareness and gaining recognition. One promising item on the agenda has been the submission for funding, highlighting the school's heating plan. With the assistance of Mr Keeley and his expertise with the new computers, the MSC has been able to produce a quarterly newsletter, in-

Rachael Eddy

School Officials Back row L-R: Melissa Le Breton, Rachel Mansfield. Bridget Player, Claire Wookey, Sally Robbins, Marita Flaydon. Front row L-R: Fiona Gibb, Sally Ettershank, Diana Taylor, Rachael Eddy, Samantha Campbell. 7

BOARDING HOUSE REPORT Boarders, they say, are by- nature social creatures and this year has proved to be no exception to this rule. During the first corporate weekend of Term 1, initiative activities were organised so that we all had a chance to get to know each other and our new Head of Boarding, Mrs Batiste. These proved to be a lot of fun, and the day was won by David/McPhee. The next day we headed off to Lorne for the annual Boarders' Picnic. This gave both new girls and Mrs Batiste the opportunity to become acquainted with some of our more bizzare habits and rituals. It wasn't long before all these new comers realised that the true lifestyle of a boarder is centred around phonecalls, eating, sleeping and socialising. Homework, they soon realised, fits somewhere in between all of these essential parts of life. The Boarders' Dance was a highlight of the social calendar, with the theme being "Under the Sea". Beneath a sea of green and blue helium filled balloons we got along famously with our visitors. Another dance was held in Term 2 which was just as successful even though it was on a much smaller scale than the first. This was followed by Boarders' Week which was again highly successful and profitable. Staff and students had the opportunity to taste our home-baked delicacies, visit our bedrooms and receive a guided tour of our home, while the Daybugs just managed to outclass our tennis and baseball teams in VERY close matches. Weekends have been filled with numerous activities from pizza and video nights to visits to St Kilda, Luna Park and Werribee Park. There have also been sporting activities organised and a trivia night was held by our House/House Captains Alison Funston and Catherine Stone. The Boarding House Committee has been very active this year. We have co-ordinated both dances and Boarders' Week, bought a milkshake maker and some graphics boards, acquired two pool tables, introduced the boarders' rugby jumper, and carried out a survey in relation to the boarding house rules. At present plans for a canteen and horse riding activities are also well under way. Finally I would like to say that boarding at Morongo is a unique and exciting experience, providing many opportunities to those who are willing to take full advantage of these. It must be remembered, however, that life in the boarding house will only be worthwhile and fun if everyone makes the effort. Keep the boarders' spirit alive and "Up the Mighty Boarders!" Sally Ettershank Boarding House Captain I

Boarding House Captain: Sally Ettershank

SPORT SWIMMING REPORT On 25 February the Norlane Swimming Pool was crowded with six very loud and excited houses. Eager swimmers, divers, parents and ever enthusiastic supporters lined each side of the pool. The 1992 Interhouse Swimming Sports promised to be full of surprise. While most willing girls donned on their togs and swam like fish, others were happy to watch and cheer along house representatives. At the end of the day, exhausted girls were a common sight, and students, teachers and parents complained of sore throats and deafness. To all swimmers and divers who participated in the swimming sports congratulations, and a special commendation to Amanda Morphy who put in a brilliant effort to defeat Mr Hutley. On the day Roslyn proved to be too strong for the other house competitors. The overall individual champions were as follows:CHAMPIONS: RUNNERS UP: Year 7 Sarah Warrior Simone Wookey Year 8 Alison Love Stephanie Smedley Year 9 Melanie McRae Alison Warrior Year 10 Alison Smedley Prue Waayers Year 11 Sally Tyack Sarah-Jane Deckert Year 12 Claire Wookey Suzie Morrison The swimming squad, captained by Suzie Morrison, who under the guidance of Miss Carr and Mr Hutley, rose very early three mornings a week to train, aimed to reach peak condition for the competition in Melbourne. The training proved to be worthwhile, as many of the girls improved thier personal best times. The GPVSA combined Swimming Sports held at Olympic Pool, Melbourne, were hard competition but everyone maintained high spirits that helped them endure the tough Melbourne competition. Morongo came fifth behind PLC, Toorak, MLC and MGGS. Finally, thanks must be expressed to Miss Carr and Mr Hutley for their help and encouragement throughout the swimming season (despite the early mornings). Good luck to the Morongo swimming team in the future and keep the spirits up!

Sports Captain: Claire Wookey

Suzanne Morrison Swimming Captain

Swimming Squad

SWIMMING SPORTS

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

ROSLYN HARRIS ROBB ARDENS LAWSON VENTERS

778 695.5 648.5 526 512 506

SWIMMING SYMBOLS Sarah-Jane Deckert Kate Ettershank Clare Fallaw Tammy Griffiths Suzanne Morrison Re-award Alison Smedley Sallyanne Tyack Prue Waayers Re-award Claire Wookey 10

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TENNIS REPORT

ATHLETICS REPORT

Morongo's 1992 tennis teams ultimately proved themselves to be the epitome of tennis brilliance; undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. Due to a succession of endless victories, these champion teams earned their rightful position in Morongo's sporting hall of fame.

The dedicated athletes of Morongo's Athletics team devoted themselves, late in 1991, to Miss Carr's daunting training schedule of morning, noon and night exhaustion. The result, however, was highly rewarding, seeing our transformation from schoolgirls with potential, to finely tuned athletics machines.

This year's senior round robin at Toorak College saw spectacular clashes between the elite players of Victoria's girls' colleges. Friendly rivalry provided grounds for an exciting day, with Morongo finishing the competition with a well deserved, second position. As was to be expected, our team carried out their game with not only notable ability, but also with Morongo's traditional display of consistent sportsmanship. The intermediate and junior round robins also saw a repetition of such behaviour, with commendable results being achieved by many girls. Boarders' week provided opportunity for the highly popular Boarders v's Daybugs tennis match. The boarders managed to put up a commendable fight, but inevitably, it was the Daybugs, supported by their throng of supporters, (namely Mr Hanan), who emerged victorious. Our next victim was the staff tennis team, whose overconfidence proved fatal in the Staff v's Students tennis match. Such confidence was quickly deflated as the student's legendary team ran their rusty opposition around the tennis court. However, although the students possessed endless energy and superb skill, the staff still manged to fight back with their dreaded weapon - experience. The conclusion of this nail biting clash saw the satisfying result of a draw. The guidance of Miss Heaps was greatly appreciated, and we are all grateful for her help throughout the season. To the team, I would like to say a big thank you, and may you continue to blitz the world in similar fashion to your successes this year. Clare Fallaw Tennis Captain ATHLETICS SYMBOLS Nicole Brown Sally Ettershank Clare Fallaw Kathryn Grundell Wendy McCormack Nikola McGrath Sally Robbins

NETBALL SYMBOLS Jodie Eales Sally Ettershank Clare Fallaw Wendy McCormack Nikola McGrath Sally Robbins Sallyanne Tyack Claire Wookey

Stirred on by the looming threat of Melbourne competition, our fitness kick began. Spikes were hauled out of the bottom of wardrobes and mothers were ordered to stock up on lucozade, in order to slash P.Bs, and, most importantly, not to come last in Melbourne. These aims were achieved by many, and the team performed brilliantly on the day with six first places and ten second places, earning an overall position of fifth. 1992's house Athletics sports proved to be a highly successful event. House cheer squads yelled, screamed, and jumped up and down with excitement in support of their star athletes. All girls participated in some fashion and should be thanked for helping to make the day such a success. Special mention must go to the spectacular Daybugs Relay Team (alias, the year 12 relay team, previously trained for Melbourne competition) who mercilessly left the boarders and staff behind in their trail of dust, in a dashing 56 seconds. Other results from this eventful occasion were as follows: CHAMPIONS RUNNER-UP Year 7 Robyn Sefton Naome Taranto Year 8 Emily Simms Stephanie Smedley Fiona Nelson Year 9 Natasha Lindros Year 10 Kate Ettershank Kate Laidlaw Year 11 Olivia Millman Wendy McCormack Year 12 Clare Fallaw Kathryn Grundell

Re-award

JUNIOR 1. Roslyn 2. Harris 3. Venters 4. Robb 5. Ardens 6. Lawson

421 316 289.5 284.5 283 232

INTERMEDIATE 1. Robb 2. Roslyn 3. Ardens 4. Venters 5. Lawson 6. Harris

556 440.5 425 420 394 330.5

SENIOR I. Harris 2. Venters 3. Robb 4. Ardens 5. Roslyn 6. Lawson

561 522 445 435 426 395

OVERALL 1. Roslyn 2. Robb 3. Venters 4. Harris 5. Ardens 6. Lawson

1287.5 1285.5 1231.5 1207.5 1143 1021

Re-award Re-award

NETBALL REPORT Morongo sported eleven impressive teams for the 1992 netball season. These teams played in the Saturday morning competition at Kardinia Park as well as competing in inter-school round robins. For some of our netballers, competition continued into term four with Monday night games at Life-Be-In-It Centre. The Senior Round Robin was held at Morongo, while the intermediate teams travelled to PLC and the juniors to Toorak College. In all cases Morongo's netballers proved to be as good as, if not better than the Melbourne opposition. At Kardinia Park, seven of our teams, including Morongo Green and Morongo Gold from junior school made the grand finals. The firsts went down by five goals in a tough match against Geelong College. Morongo Green and Morongo Gold both had close losses as did teams four and eight. Team ten experienced a two goal victory and the greatest success story of the day belonged to the seconds who won by ten goals. The seconds were unbeaten all season and being on top of the ladder, finished champions as well as premiers. At the end of each season, the Geelong Netball Association makes Best and Fairest awards in each grade of the competition. Emily Simms and Jacqui Heatherington were the winners of these awards in their respective grades, while Jackie Woolnough, Stephanie Smedley and Amy Sanders were runners up. But regardless of whether they received awards, Morongo's netballers always did their best and played fairly. The season was an enjoyable one for all and hopefully tradition will be maintained when the students are again victorious in the Staff vs. Students netball match next year.

Thanks must be given to Miss Carr for her constant instruction and motivation. Thank you to my vice captain, Kathryn Grundell for her help and support. Finally, thank you, to the team whose devotion and effort proved to be successful. Good luck for all your future athletic endeavours, and I hope to see you all at the next Olympics. Clare Fallaw Athletics Captain

CRICKET REPORT This year's cricket season began with rigorous training in preparation for the annual round-robin event. Our first (and only) XI worked tirelessly towards becoming a team even Allan Border would be proud to captain and the hard work certainly paid off. Victorious over Toorak and PLC and only narrowly losing to MGGS, the Morongo team displayed a competitive level of skill, blinding the opposition with its bowling, batting and fielding, prowess. Congratulations must go to Susan Johnston in particular, who not only lead an awesome batting attack, but also performed some magnificent feats as our fearless wicket keeper. Thanks to all the girls for their time, talent and humour and to Mr Hutley for another inspirational season.

Nikola McGrath

Marnie Carroll Cricket Captain

Netball Captain 12

SOFTBALL REPORT Early in first term eager softballers turned out to compete in team trials. After intensive training we were ready to play the Senior Round Robin at Toorak Ladies' College, the Intermediate contest at Morongo and the Junior teams travelled to PLC. All teams played well with the following results: B 3rd Senior A 4th B 4th A 2nd Intermediate B 4th Junior A 2nd We thank Miss Carr for her effort in training us and making us a force to reckon with in Melbourne competition.

Softball Team Left to right: Kathryn Grundell, Elizabeth Bligh, Bridget Player, Susan Johnston, Sally Robbins, Melissa Djakovic

Susan Johnston Captain

SOFTBALL SYMBOLS Susan Johnston Sally Robbins Berilyn Bernicke Tryphena Bernicke

Re-award BASKETBALL SYMBOLS

Elizabeth Bligh Kylie Smart Diana Taylor

Hockey Team Back row: Catherine Weijers, Diana Taylor, Bridget Player, Susan Johnston, Marita Haydon, Colleen Neal. Front row: Aisha Ryan, Tammy Griffiths, Kristen Murphy, Susan Robins, Katherine Napier.

SPORT Cloth Badge

Nikola McGrath Sports Award

Clare Fallaw Nikola McGrath

GREEN JUMPER Year 10

Jodie Eales Wendy McCormack Naomi Rankin Sallyanne Tyack Year 11

Sally Ettershank Nikola McGrath

TENNIS SYMBOLS

Jodie Eales Sally Ettershank Clare Fallaw Sherridan Harvey Emma Jackman Diana Taylor

Senior Tennis 1st Back row L-R: Sherridan Harvey, Susan Robins, Diana Taylor, Sarah-Jane Walker, Fiona Cooke. Front row L-R: Jacinta Foley, Sally Spiteri, Clare Fallaw (captain), Jodie Eales, Emma Jackman.

Netball Back row L-R: Sally Ettershank, Clare Fallaw, Claire Wookey, Sally Robbins, Fiona Nelson. Front row L-R: Wendy McCormack, Nikola McGrath, Sally Tyack, Jodie Eales

Basketball Back row L-R: Natasha Lindros, Claire Wookey, Tanya Hall, Elizabeth Bligh. Front row L-R: Catherine Bligh, Kylie Smart, Julia Baker.

Cricket Team Back row L-R: Kathryn Traczyk, Kate Laidlaw, Kristen Murphy, Susan Johnston, Colleen Neal, Kate Ettershank, Kathryn Grundell. Front row L-R: Sally Ettershank, Fiona Cooke, Marnie Carroll (Capt), Clare Fallaw, Sherridan Harvey:

CROSS COUNTRY 1st ROSLYN

2nd ROBB 3rd LAWSON 4th ARDENS 5th VENTERS 6th HARRIS

CRICKET SYMBOLS Marnie Carroll Fiona Cooke Clare Fallaw Kathryn Grundell Susan Johnston

ROWING REPORT

HOCKEY REPORT

Rowing at Morongo has certainly made great progess this year. Head coach, Bob More11 and rowing co-ordinator, Anne South worked tirelessly to organise a vigorous training program and a great competitive season. Mr Don Lyne and the Chirnside Club played a very important role in the organisation and catering for the Head of Schoolgirls Regatta, hosted by Morongo. Over $15,000 was made from this event which covered the cost of the A.E. Chirnside, a new four purchased by the school. In effect, the 1992 rowing season began with the Dimboola camp, back in the third term holidays of 1991. This camp, attended by all rowers and coxes provided an opportunity for coaches to select their crews. Despite a little sunburn and the gruelling runs from the guide hall, where we stayed, to the boat sheds, the camp was enjoyed by all. The Colac regatta held on the Barwon in November gave rowers a taste of the tough competition they would encounter every weekend in first term. Another camp for all rowers was held in Geelong during the last week of the Christmas holidays and Morongo's eight crews were finalised. With the beginning of first term came the beginning of training in earnest for Morongo's rowers. The seniors gradually became accustomed to the swing throughs from Queen's Park, five kilometre ergos and early morning rows. The firsts and seconds trained in fours as well as in the eight and took part in weight training two mornings a week. Junior and senior crews often competed in different regattas and junior Captain of Boats, Simone Grace collected results on these occasions. The juniors experienced success in several round robin regattas during the season and also travelled to the Horsham/Dimboola regatta. Highlights of the season included the Barwon Regatta, the largest for the season, the Henley on the Yarra, the Nationals, the Mildura Easter Regattas and of course the Head of Schoolgirls. Despite a threat from blue-green algae which saw crews training at Ballarat Lake prior to the Head of Schoolgirls, the regatta was able to go ahead on the Barwon. On the same day, a reunion of past Morongo rowers was held at the Corio Bay rowing sheds and it is hoped that this will become an annual tradition. Vanessa Smith's T-shirt design became a familiar sight and in the weeks leading up to the regatta the seniors were inspired by the advice of former Olympian, Anne Young. The Year 10 seconds must be congratulated on a fine win in their final. The firsts fought off tough competition to make the final, but unfortunately finished fourth. For the firsts, the biggest disappointment of the season was probably breaking a rigger in the final of the National Championships at Carrum. However the success experienced in Mildura was some consolation. The firsts were unbeaten during the weekend and returned home with three trophies and three medals each as well as the perpetual trophy for the Women's Junior Four, which Morongo has won for the past two years. Thanks must go to all coaches for the time and effort they put into rowing at Morongo for 1992. Congratulations to all rowers on a great season and best of luck for '93!

The 1992 hockey season got off to an enthusiastic start with all players having an optimistic view of their team's chance of achieving success. The six teams were to take to the fields at Stead Park to meet varied opposition with mixed results. As the season progressed many new skills were developed on the synthetic surface and this greatly improved the overall standard of our play. The firsts took on our rival Geelong Grammar, taming them with a 3-1 victory. Later in the season, however, they turned the tables in a close game. Geelong College was another formidable opponent, but we were unable to score important goals and lost an exciting match. All teams soon found that, if we wanted to triumph, we would have to be more aggressive. For the first XI, the season fell short as the team peaked in the latter stages and what had previously seemed impossible was achieved and we were able to defeat stiff opponents. On behalf of all Morongo hockey teams, I would like to thank Miss Carr for her invaluable support throughout the year. Special thanks must also go to Joy Smith, Dean Montgomery and Mrs Warrior for their time and effort in coaching and encouraging every team member to reach her full potential. The future of Morongo hockey is assured with many girls discovering the enjoyment of the game. I wish all players success and hope they achieve personal satisfaction in hockey both at school and beyond.

Nikola McGrath Captain of Boats 1992

Back row L-R: Catherine Weijers, Diana Taylor, Bridget Player, Susan Johnston, Manila Hayden, Colleen Neal. Front row L-R: Aisha Ryan, Tammy Griffith. Kristen Murphy (captain). Susan Robins (vice captain). Kathryn Napier.

Kristen Murphy Hockey Captain

Hockey

HOCKEY SYMBOLS

Marita Haydon Emma Jackman Rachel Mansfield Kristen Murphy Bridget Player Susan Robins Diana Taylor

ROWING SYMBOLS Corrine Higginbotham Nikola McGrath

Rowing Senior Crew Left to right: Corrine Higginbotham. Nikola McGrath. Sallyanne Tyack. Claire Wookey. Sarah-Jane Deckert.

eNe) MUSIC Third term began with the continuation of the Music and Drama rehearsals. Only four weeks to go and already the House captains were feeling the heavy load of rehearsals and VCE. However, everyone survived and Friday 14th was a very successful day. All the Houses put on brilliant performances with the final scores being very close. Robb with the theme "As Time Goes By" were triumphant followed by Roslyn, Venters, Harris, Lawson and Ardens. As the end of the year approaches the choir and orchestra and selected soloists are preparing for a concert in Ballarat at Christ Church Cathedral, Speech night and the Annual Carol service. Musical life at Morongo continues but unfortunately my year of being music captain is coming to a close. This year I have enjoyed the busy schedule of musical evenings and concerts and most of all being captain of music at Morongo. I would like to thank the music staff, especially Mr Hancock for all their support. If it were not for them the high standard of our music could not be achieved.

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Melissa Le Breton School Music Captain

Music Captain: Melissa Le Breton We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams. O'Shaugnessy Music at Morongo begins yet again and what an energetic year of music lay before us! This year some very high quality performances have been given demonstrating the talent of our budding musicians. Lessons and rehearsals for the choir, orchestra, madrigals and flute ensemble began as usual with the new year. The Senior orchestra was quite depleted after last year but 1992 gave us many young members and a total of twenty-five — the largest we have been for many years. The formation of a Senior and Junior Quartet has also taken place this year, with the Junior Quartet performing at M.L.C. Sydney in a concert with other young Morongo players. The Church Service seemed to be upon us in no time. The Madrigals gave a superb performance singing "God Be In My Head" and Kodaly's "Ave Maria". The latter was most warmly commented on by the congregation. The Easter Service arrived just as quickly. The Senior choir and Madrigals sang admirably despite the lack of preparation time with the Easter Anthem being "Jesus Joy of Man's Destiny" by Bach. The big production this year was the musical "Annie". Girls from Years 7 to Year 12 were involved and rehearsals became more and more strenuous as the big day arrived. It was a spectacular performance running over four nights from the 14th of May. I'm sure it will be a most memorable performance for all the girls. The culmination of all the musical activities for first semester was the Senior Concert. This year it was held at All Saints Church — a beautiful Church with extraordinary acoustics. The performance contained only the very best of Morongo musicians. A new item this year was the introduction of the staff trio — Mr Hancock, Mr Smith (Head of Strings) and Mrs Fletcher (Senior Cello tutor). This was an invaluable experience for music students who rarely hear their own teachers performing. They performed the Beethoven C Minor Piano Trio, Movement One. In the second half of the programme the Senior choir performed some excerpts from Britten's "Ceremony of Carols" and once again this traditional concert was highly successful.

Performance at 'Annie'

Senior choir in Rehearsal

MUSIC Music Symbols Laura Hughes Year 11 Anne Kidman Ruth Van Leerdam Re-award Year 12 Alison Boldys Samantha Campbell Re-award Re-award Sally Ettershank Clare Fallaw Re-award Emma Jackman Pennelope Kosmina Melissa Le Breton Re-award Catherine Peeler Vanessa Smith Green Jumpers Alison Boldys Sally Ettershank Pennelope Kosmina Catherine Peeler

Senior Choir Director Mr. Kerrin Hancock

Orchestra Back row L-R: Pennelope Kosmina, Kelly Hughes, Catherine Peeler, Kirsten Honey. Middle row L-R: Georgina Walker, Annabelle Senior, Kate Walker, Skye Haldane, Catherine Weijers, Carly Spencer, Mr G. Smith. Front row L-R: Olivia Romet, Sally Ettershank, Natalia .1015o. Anne Kidman, Melissa Le Breton, Michelle Winckle, Katrina mayakSarah Allen, Merlyn Phillips.

MUSIC AWARDS 1991 Green Jumpers

Year 10

Anne Kidman

Year 11

Samantha Campbell Clare Fallaw

Madrigal Choir Back row L-R: Pennelope Kosmina, Laura Hughes, Kirsty Trim, Alison Boldys, Clare Fallaw, Ruth in Leendam. Front row L-R: Lisa Moodie, Emma Jackman, Melissa Le Breton. Mr. K. Hancock, Samantha Campbell. Vanessa Smith. Catherine Peeler 17

DRAMA

DRAMA SYMBOLS Samantha Campbell

DEBATING AND PUBLIC SPEAKING REPORT Public speaking this year encountered similar success. In Lions Youth of the Year Quest, Alison Boldys, Fiona Gibb, Emma Jackman, Kate Stevenson, and I represented Morongo. Emma and Kate won through to the regional final. Next, Emma performed well in the Plain English Speaking Award, and I was able to win the Geelong/Colac round of Jaycees Youth Speaks for Australia. Laura Hughes spoke in the Rostrum Voice of Youth Competition. Congratulations to all public speakers. As in debating, it seems we have much enthusiasm to carry into the future.

Debating at Morongo continues to gather strength and produce good results. The year began with four inter-school teams, Debaters Association B (Year 11) and C (Year 10) and two Apex teams, Senior (Year 12) and Junior (Year 9). By the end of the season, all teams had performed well. The D.A3/. B grade team reached the play-off for the semifinals, but were unable to win through; the C grade team used the competition to achieve experience, winning three of their five debates. The senior Apex team reached the final, losing in a close result. At the time of writing, the junior Apex team is due to participate in the semi-final, and we hope they can continue to the final. The inter-house debating competition was held at the end of second term and proved most entertaining. The final, between Lawson and Roslyn, was presented before the entire school. Roslyn emerged victorious with their negative case to the topic: That Jane should divorce Tarzan. This debate proved highly entertaining and certainly produced a great deal of skill and wit.

Our thanks go to Mr. Keeley for his work with the B grade team and to Mr. Hanan for his support and help for other teams. I urge all debaters and public speakers to continue to employ and share their talents in the impressive way we have seen this year. Keep up the achievements. Penny Kosmina Debating Captain

Debating seems to be attracting increasing numbers of students, and it is pleasing to see the enthusiasm developed by the teams. It is also good for the musical abilities of debaters as the trusty mini-bus chugs back towards Morongo accompanied by the strains of singing. Morongo's debaters are gaining a strong sense of being a team with a tradition of mutual support and competitiveness.

HOUSE DEBATING RESULTS Roslyn 1. 2. Lawson 3. Venters 4. Robb 5. Harris 6. Ardens

Debating Symbols

Emma Jackman Pennelope Kosmina Susan Robins Kathryn Stevenson Nikola McGrath

Debating and Public Speaking Back row L-R: Kirsty Trim, Kylie Moreland, Natalia Kelso, Nikola McGrath, Sarah-Jane Deckert, Alison Boldys, Ellen Morton. Kate Stevenson. 2nd row L-R: Erin Smith, Kate Ettershank, Heidi Roberts, Susan Robins, Laura Hughes, Katherine Thazyck, Kate Walker, Bridget Akers, Claire Hindmarsh, Ruth Van Leerdam. Front row L-R: Lisa Moodie, Fiona Gibb, Christine Pullin, Pennelope Kosmina (debating captain), Kirsty Gibb, Tiffany Carlsson. Emma Jackman.

1992 has been a successful year for Ardens House and all of its members. Our success has been brought about not because of the efforts and achievements of a few people but the continuous support, dedication and spirit of everyone in the house. The House events started almost immediately with the Swimming Sports at Norlane. With a swimming team almost fit for the Olympics we swam our way into a very credible fourth place. Congratulations must go to Karen Jackson, Kathryn Grundell, Susan Robins, Kylie Moreland, Rebecca Maddern and all who attempted butterfly for their champion efforts. The Ardenites had barely caught their breath and they were out training for the athletics. Although we may not have been the fastest out on the track we were certainly the loudest!! Special mention must go to Ardens own awesome foursome, the Year Seven relay, for their brilliant win. The wins of Kathryn Grundell, Karen Jackson and the smashing of the Morongo high Jump record by Rebecca Maddern also can not go without mention. The day could not have been a success without the truly professional and efficient marshalling carried out by Jan, and Sara's somewhat unusual babysitting techniques on the Alfonzo, our House Mascot. Term Two was filled to bursting point with Junior sport, cross-country and debating. Our Junior netball team only suffered one defeat the whole season; unfortunately this was in the final. I regret to say that the hockey players were not as successful and that our netballers' goals were equalled by the hockey players' injuries. Congratulations to Trudy Cargil for "The Goal" that she scored so effortlessly. The day that everyone looks forward to soon followed ... Crosscountry. Gale force winds didn't daunt the Ardenites as we surged forward, together, as a united front down the path along the Barwon River. It was even heard mentioned in the bus on the way back to school that the run wasn't "that bad". The debating was the next event in line and the Junior debating team, consisting of Rebecca Maddern, Christine Pullin and Tiffany Karlsson argued very convincingly that "Australia should not go to the Olympics!' Unfortunately they had convinced everyone in the room except the adjudicators. The Senior debating team, Susan Robins, Fiona Cooke, and Kylie Moreland argued that "Thomas the Tank Engine is innocent" and although they also did not win I am told they found it a relief to finally have a good reason to get out the "Thomas the Tank Engine" books and start reading again. Then, suddenly, just when we thought we had to be content with being the nicest people, the results of the stamp competition were announced and yet again Ardens had been unbeatable and retained our title as The Stamp House, shocking not only a few other House Captains. It was at this point that we realised that we were winners and able to cope with anything that life could throw at us, such as, the Music Comps ... For the Music Comps Ardens presented the theme True Colours, which seemed quite appropriate as this time is the most stressing of the year. From day one everyone co-operated and, O.K., so, we had some hitches but we took them all in our stride. On the day Ardens dazzled the audience and were a huge success which was apparent from the audience reactions.

Ardens: Bridget Player This year as House Captain has been absolutely fantastic and has provided me with memories which will both haunt me and that I will treasure for a long time to come. Thank you for being such a brilliant House and so supportive throughout the year and please retain that tremendous house spirit that you all have. I would like to thank year twelve for their continuous support and help and specially Susan for always being there. Also thank-you to the house staff and Miss Carr for their advice and support throughout the year. Good-luck for next year's House Captain. You have been given responsibility for something you can be proud of. Have fun next year and continue to "seek wisdom". Bridget Player HOUSE COLOURS Ardens

Fiona Cooke Tania Curypko Kathryn Grundell Susan Robins

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Hardly a year goes by than Harris does not display a tremendous ount of vigour, enthusiasm and determination from all House memers. 1992 was no different with success in both sporting and academic ields. With so much talent in our midst, we proved early on that Harris as a force to be reckoned with.

nd only three weeks into Term 1, we made our glorious debut. own at Norlane pool, the opposition could only stare as fishlike Haris swimmers left the competition gaping in awe. At the end of the day, arris had collected the Junior and Senior trophies as well as an over11 second place. Congratulations must go to our swimmers for their me efforts. Need I mention the success of the senior novelty team ... alight, so we soon discovered that our talents did not rest on boogie oards, nevertheless, we finished a gallant fifth.

esembling finely tuned athletic machines, Harris returned to Interouse competition in track and field events. Blessed with a few top athetes and the rest of us keen participants, we managed to win the senior rophy, and finish second in junior division and sixth in the intermedite. Overall we came a respectable fourth. Once again, our magnificent arshaller, Nic Hofmann ensured the House Captain and the team were repared for each race whilst the ever enthusiastic cheer squad continued fine voice. Well done our individual stars: Naome Taranto, Yr 7 runnerp, Fiona Nelson, Yr 9 Champion, Yr 11 runner-up, Wendy McCormack nd Clare Fallaw, Yr 12 Champion.

Relatively soon after the athletics finished, our juniors returned to he sporting fields for junior sport. What can I say, except our hockey earn was ready to go to the national hockey trials, finishing top of the dder, while our netballers were struggling to climb it. However, in the ying minutes of the finals, Harris showed what we are truly made of, efeating the opposition to finish fifth. Then the day everybody dreads rrived. Yes, the Cross country. The gruelling trek around the Barwon fiver (I swear it seems to get longer each year) was conquered with great rowess by our legendary distance runners, Emily Groves and Sarahane Deckert taking first and second places respectively. A fantastic efort also by Wendy McCormack to finish in eighth postion. Fiona Nelon, Aisha Ryan, Fiona Bainbridge and Errin Johnson all performed pressively, their respective postions being 6th, 7th 12th and 13th in e junior division. With amazing adaptability, Harris moved into deating, and although we did not manage to reach the finals, our deaters Heidi Roberts, Ellen Morton, Natalia Kelso (Year 9/10) and thryn Traczyk, Sarah-Jane Deckert, Wendy McCormack (Year 11/12).

Harris: Rachel Mansfield (who performed the most magnificent faint possible) Fiona Nelson, Sarah Bennett, and our five village girls convinced me our performance of "Unhand me Squire, or much ado about sweet Fanny Adams" was first class, even if we did not convince the adjudicators! Thanks must go to Kathryn Traczyk, our pianist come music arranger and Clare Fallaw, conductor and music arranger for their time and effort and extreme patience.

urrounded by such fantastic house members, I have been very fortunate to captain Harris. It is an experience I would find it very hard to forget, especially our drama rehearsals in the Canteen! I must thank the house staff, and all Harris members for your fine dedication and support throughout this year. Good luck to next years' House Captain, and to all of Harris, keep up the unbeatable house spirit. Rachel Mansfield

I n the midst of all this confusion, we decided on a theme for the usic Drama competitions - "Unrequited love". To the tune of "Why o fools fall in Love" and a rendition of "Hit the road, Jack" to make y Charles jealous, we managed to make the audience roar with laughter s "through the open door, they saw a sight they'd never seen before, er curly hair as black as any zulu, for Percival's wife:' (nee Alison Waror) was clad in a grass skirt. Our drama cast consisting of Noni Koroba, Megan Korobka, Sarah Jane Deckert, Sally Spiteri, Errin Johnson

Harris

Sarah Bennett Clare Fallaw Suzanne Morrison Sally Spiteri

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When I sat down to write this, it was just after Music competitions and I was reminded not only of all the wonderful things that Lawsonites have done this year, but also of how this time last year eleven names were read out at assembly, and one of them was mine. I was excited to be chosen captain and knew that with the rest of Lawson Year 12 behind me ready to help when their expertise was needed, we were armed and ready to take on anything the year had to offer.

Lawson: Marita Haydon

The members of Lawson may not be all round athletes, actors, scholars or singers, but each one of them has excelled in her own area of expertise. It may have been as a Rollerskater at the House picnic, bringing stamps for collection or, like Prue Waayers, when she achieved Runner Up in her age group at the Swimming Sports. The Year Eleven Relay Team winning at the Athletic Sports, and the Cross Country brought many fine runners out of the wood work, with Tamsin Crocker in the I senior division and Fiona Bate and Sally Waayers in the Junior, gaining places in the first ten. Each member of the House was an expert in the Cheer Squad by the time the Swimming and Athletic sports were completed. Lawson once again gained a place in the final for the House debating, and our girls clearly debated the topic "That Jane should Divorce Tarzan". When it was time to start planning for the Music Competition, 12L decided with the help of the House, upon "Pirates" as our theme, and under the brilliant guidance of Melissa Le Breton, we put in a fine effort, producing a unique presentation. Lawson, may not have had the most first placings but we were the House where every body had the chance to put in a 100% effort, to achieve her personal best. I wish all the members of Lawson the best for 1993, especially the new 12L, in the exciting year which is ahead of them. Thank you Mrs. Trigg, for the excellent guidance throughout the year, and thank you 12L and Lawsonites who contributed their talent to their House.

Zoe Fidge Melissa Le Breton Catherine Peeler Rachel Morrison Vanessa Smith

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Good luck to the House Captain of 1993. Lawsonites, continue to participate, keep up the brilliant effort and remember as long as you have put in as much as you can, you and your House are winners. Marita riaynon

From room 17, the Robb meeting place for 1992, a strange phenomenon has been observed. Onlookers have reported the unusual sight of enthusiastic girls participating in the bizarre ritual of dancing, singing, and laughing. With a closer observation, one realises it is none other than the mighty Robb House of 1992 engaging in the traditional "HOKEY POKEY", the source of their power for what has been an extremely successful year for the purple people. Robb began 1992 and the Swimming sports in fine form with each girl sporting some form of purple clothing, making purple clearly the predominant colour at the pool. The signs read "GO ROBB GO!" and that was the reaction of our swimmers. Encouraged by Robb's deafening cheers, our two bionic women, Alison Love (year 8 Champion) and Melanie McRae (Year 9 Champion) must be congratulated on their super performances which contributed to our overall third placing. Before we had given our opposition time to recover, we were ready for the Athletics. Calling on the power of the "HOKEY POKEY", combined with the force of purple socks, Robb was seen as a threat to all other houses. The talent of our athletes shone, particularly with our intermediate Robbites who outclassed their opposition to win the Intermediate Cup. Robyn Sefton (Year 7 Champion) was our only champion, yet our overall total earned Robb second place, by two points from Roslyn. Without a doubt, the stars of the day were the Year 12 relay team and their colourful rear view. Term 2 saw the re-birth of Robb's super human athletic abilities in the cross country. Braving the elements, Robb runners practically flew around the 3-6 km Barwon River circuit, leaving the others red faced and perspiring. Clare Oataway (5th, Seniors), Amy Sanders (3rd, Juniors), Alison Love (8th, Juniors) and Jackie Hetherington (10th, Juniors) showed our trembling opposition how it is done. Robb's overall effort resulted in a fantastic second place. The next item on Robb's agenda saw the battle of the intellects with House debating. Confident Megan Blackmore (Year 9), Bridget Akers and Kirsty Gibb (Year 10) of the junior team demolished their opposition's case to achieve a convincing victory. The senior team of Jodie Eales, Ruth Van Leerdam (Year 11) and Fiona Gibb was not quite as successful, being narrowly defeated, yet all the hard work resulted in Robb's creditable fourth placing. Returning from our July holiday break, Robb House began in full swing rehearsing for the Music competitions which proved to be a lot of laughs. On the day, an enthusiastic Robb transported the audience to Casablanca in the 1940's, presenting the theme "As Time Goes By". Memories of champagne glasses, fags, greasy hair, Eddy's negro makeup, Treasha's French accent, Kym Cesnik and Jackie Downie's love scene will not be forgotten. In all, our presentation was a total House effort earning Robb a well deserved first place. 1992 saw Robb's performance go from strength to strength. This is because Robb is a young, vibrant house, full of co-operative and enthusiastic girls. As the last of the founding Robbites and I move on, we wish that the purple flag continues to fly high for many years to come and that the "HOKEY POKEY" tradition remains strong. GOOD LUCK FOg THE FUTURE!!

Fiona Gibb and Rupert

Kym Cesnik Rachael Eddy Jackalyn Downie Janine Rew Treasha Lim

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Robb: Fiona Gibb

Roslyn House! Well, what can I say? The best House any house captain could be asked to lead. To prove my point, just take a little look at these incredible results. The first Inter-house event was the Annual swimming sports, where Roslyn girls turned into fish, and swam their way to a convincing win over the five other houses competing. The pattern for the year, had been set! Next up were the Athletic Sports, and the girls turned from Victorious Fish, into Victorious Athletes. The pattern continued with Roslyn narrowly winning the sports, by the margin of a point from Robb. Well, the most "popular" event of the year was next, yes, you guessed right! The cross-country run, where Roslyn proved again to be the best in the field. The success continued in the "Battle of Words" with Di, Emma and Laura successfully debating their way to the top in the annual Interhouse debating competition. Congratulations must go to all girls, senior and junior, who competed in this event. Finally, the last major event of the year, the House Music and Drama Competitions, where the majority of Roslyn girls transformed themselves into hard working miners, and the minority represented by the Australian Seven Dwarfs - "All Power to the Little People", being our theme for the performance. The day ended in great success once again for the House. Roslyn finished a close second to Robb, the overall winners! To all the girls in this amazing House, I thank you. The year for Roslyn House has been a great success, and I wish you luck for the coming years. Friendship, helpfulness, kindness and good spirit is the power in this house, so never ever let the Roslyn Spirit die! Sally Robbins Natalie Blow Sally Ettershank Emma Jackman Kylie Smart Diana Taylor

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VENTERS

As we entered 1992, Venters sprang from the swimming blocks to display their talents in the pool. The Wookey sisters proved to be hard to beat and although the Venters swimmers tried their best, the current from the other Houses was too strong and a hard fought sixth place was gained. I must mention that the Senior Novelty team did win. Before we knew it the Athletics were upon us and the Navy Blues were strong, lean and absolutely terrific. Our Venters stars shone through with Nikola McGrath, Kate Laidlaw, Natasha Lindros and Olivia Millman being our champions. Thanks to all who ran, jumped, threw and cheered, we finished in third place. Then Venters broke free at the Cross Country. The track along the Barwon was the venue and our talent was seen when Nikola McGrath finished 4th, Claire Wookey ran in 10th and, in the junior section, Natasha Lindros was 9th. We ended with an overall placing of 5th. Remember, Year 12's that was the last time! With prizes, bribes, threats and songs, the stamp collection has increased and kept our Year 12 counters busy. At the end of the first semester we were in second place. We are finishing strongly and expect the count to rise. We were tired of lower placings so our brilliant debaters made a determined effort to change all that. Katie Mayall, Danielle Mills and Natasha Lindros, our junior team, lost in a close round, but our senior team of Kate Stevenson, Nikola McGrath and Anne Kidman were victorious and proved that Thomas the Tank is innocent. We did not make the final however and finished in a proud 3rd place. Our theme for the Music and Drama Competition was Deception in the World and the play we chose was Virtue Rewarded with Kate as the villain, Marnie as the hero and Natasha as the simple beauty! Our harmonic rendition of Bad Moon Rising by the small group and the large group song Devil in Disguise prepared the audience for the stunning dance led by Danielle and with Cathy as the devil him ... or rather herself. Marnie again displayed her fine talent with a presentation of a speech by Lady Macbeth. The adjudicators placed us a very creditable third. To put it in one word Venters is a LEGEND. I have had a wonderful year and it has been an honour to be part of such a great House. May the qualities that make it great continue to shine through. Remember ...No Victory Without Effort. Samantha Campbell PS. I'll miss you, Victor

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Elizabeth Bligh Nicole Brown Marnie Carroll Pennelope Kosmina Nikola McGrath Claire Wookey

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SOCIAL SERVICE REPORT This year the seventeen members of the Social Service Committee, under the watchful eye of Miss Murray, have tried to put an emphasis on helping local Geelong organizations during theis period of economic depression, as well as reaching out to those further afield. Our aim has been to inform all students of particular areas of need, and then to give them an opportunity to respond in some positive way. Early in the year we were able to give monetary donations totalling $1,300 to three Geelong helping agencies: the Brotherhood of St. Laurence, "concern" (Uniting Church's welfare agency) and the Salvation Army. In addition, many boxes of food and good, used clothing were collected for "Concern" to distribute to needy families. Another major project was for United Way — thus supporting 57 human care agencies in Geelong and district. Prior to Easter, 400 Easter eggs and cards were collected for distribution to patients at nearby Grace McKellar Centre. The patients and staff appreciated the generosity of Morongo girls and really enjoyed the visit by some of the committee members. The boarders cannot be forgotten with their efforts in door-knocking for the Red Cross and Salvation Army. They collected a total of $1,500. Fifty students participated in the World Vison 40-Hour Famine in June, raising $1,565 between them. Red noses, Legacy badges, Red Cross badges and Remembrance Day poppies were sold at the appropriate time, and in Term Three diets were ruined when $1,600 worth of Cadbury Milk Chocolate blocks were sold to support our African Famine Appeal for Somalia. Christmas gifts were collected in Term Four for the Salvation Army to distribute amongst the children in Geelong's needy families. Other beneficiaries during 1992 included Avoka Girls' School in Western Samoa, Community Aid Abroad, "cottage by the Sea" at Queenscliff, the Geelong Animal Shelter and Guide Dogs for the Blind. From the House used stamp competition, approximately 300,000 stamps were collected for Christian Blind Mission International, Community Aid Abroad/Freedom From Hunger, Red Cross, R.S.P.C.A., Sammy Stamp Appeal (outreach work by the Uniting Church) and the Spastic Society of Victoria. Thank you to the students, parents and staff who have faithfully supported our many and varied Social Service activities. The world is full of needy people, and we trust we have helped in some small way to relieve the pain and distress of some along the way.

MORONGO'S ENVIRONMENTAL AWARENESS The Victorian Environmental Education Council awarded Morongo a grant to help us to continue developing our environmental education program. The council was impressed by the excellent cross curriculum work and the good school management of our resources. Each member of the environment committee and all responsible students deserve congratulations on their continuing active interest in restoring and conserving our environment. The grant must be used in the establishment of a native plant propagation program in the plastic igloo Agricultural and Horticultural Studies students have erected and seed germination will start next year. The Agricultural and Horticultural students have also been involved in planting in the Morongo grounds and Year 8 students have planted a wood of scarlet oaks on the hill near Ballarat Road. Beyond the school grounds conserving the environment has also been practised. The Year 9 students participated in the Coastal Dune Regeneration Program at Jan Juc, where they covered the exposed and eroded area with brush and then planted the areas using adjacent indigenous species. In conjunction with the Corio Shire, approximately 650 seedings were planted along Hovell's Creek at Limeburners Lagoon. The aim is to provide an aesthetically pleasing corridor of indigenous vegetation that can be used for recreation and which will encourage the return of wildlife including the yellow bellied parrot. Morongo students are certainly environmentally aware.

Nicole Hofmann for the Social Service Committee.

BARCELONA After a two week training camp in Frankfurt, Germany, I arrived in Barcelona along with the thirty-nine members of the Australian Track and Field team. Barcelona was extremely hot and humid and very crowded with the many visitors to this very pretty, Spanish town. The Olympic Village was beautifully organized and was situated on the Mediterranean Ocean which provided a very relaxing atmosphere. The dining room catered for 3,500 people and provided high quality meals for twenty-four hours of the day. The Australian team were superbly looked after by the Australian Olympic committee with fans, televisions, refrigerators, bean bags and bikes being provided. The other countries thought that we were pampered! Walking out in the Opening Ceremony was a definite highlight of my Olympic experience. I learnt a great deal about being an International Athlete and will always treasure my Olympic memories. Gabrielle Blythe

TOURNAMENT OF MINDS It was a long six weeks of hard labor. Script writing, finding costumes, rehearsing and being creative. This finally ended with a much commented on performance at Monash University on the 6th of September. The Junior and Senior School teams both showed off their creative talents by coming in the top 20% and 15% of schools entered in the "All Star Variety Show" problem. This is a competition for girls in Junior School, years 5-6 and Senior girls years 7-9. People who have been a part of this event have had a great experience and had a chance to make new friends. Tournament of minds is a co-operative problem solving activity organised by the Victorian Association for Gifted and Talented Children. Sarah Cox Year 8

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PEACE.

AUTUMN

Imagine a world without war? A world with war no more, Peace and harmony that would be nice, A world with only the squeaking of mice, If there wasn't a war for us to see, What a pleasant place the world would be!

I like Autumn because I can snuggle up in my bed and jump in the leaves. I love putting on warm clothes and snuggling up hugging Mummy. Annabele Winkle Year 2

Amelia Hawkins Year 4

I BELONG When I am left out I feel embarrassed and upset, It feels like everyone forgets That I am a person just like them, And if they would let me play I wouldn't be silly Or act really dilly, So please let me play. Don't ruin my day! Christine Blair Year 6

PANCAKES

WITCHES

Pancakes are yummy, I love them with honey, I toss the pancake in the air, But it always lands in my hair.

Witches Old, ugly, Stirring, flying, shrieking, Warts, bats, spells, herbs, Biting, creaking, capturing, Big, nasty Cauldron.

Lyndel Chidzey Year 3

POEMS Giraffes are Stretching their necks And eating leaves. Thewp thewp thewp! Hayley Doyle Year 1

Renee Dunstan Year 4

BUSHRANGERS In the early days of Australia, many convicts escaped from their harsh treatment and became bushrangers. They stole gold and horses and were hunted by the police. Thunderbolt was a gentle bushranger. If he held up some poor travellers who didn't have much money, he would give their money back. Thunderbolt's real name was Fred Ward. Gemma White Year 2

LEFT OUT NEW SIBLING Oh no! What will I do? What will happen to me? Will they still love me like before? Worried.

When you push me to the side, you take over, you laugh at my mistakes, I feel exasperated, gloomy, furious, helpless!

FRIENDS

If I'm not as smart or as clever as you, or if I can't play games properly, or if I'm shy or quiet, it may be because I feel rejected, upset, unhappy!

Carolyn Michalak Year 5

Please treat me like you treat your friends, don't push me to the side, treat me how you'd like to be treated, let me belong!

Friends are loving, caring, kind, Able to put good thoughts in your mind, Friends are helpful and unique, Friendship is something you'll always keep, Christine O'Brien Year 5

Sally Winckle Year 6

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SUMMER The burning summer sun Hangs sultry in the sky. The shaggy, panting sheepdog Heaves a weary sigh. The old sheep-drover's tin shack Sits sweltering in the dust, It's turned a reddy-orange From silver into rust. The gnarled, old, leaning gum tree Sends its roots down through the ground, In search of long forgotten water, Last winter's flooding round. This is summer! Josette Loomes Year 6

Hurdling Harris

AUTUMN As brown as squelchy murky mud. As red as a shiny, crunchy apple, As golden as the fiery, blazing sun, These are the colours of Autumn!

M.S. READATHON Money, money, money, Sponsors, sponsors, sponsors. Reading, reading, reading, Exciting, Exciting, Exciting. Another, Another, Another. Day, Day, Day.

Miranda Henderson Year 6

Author, Author, Author, Terriffic, Terrific, Terrific, How many? How many? How many? Onward, Onward, Onward, Nearer, Nearer, Nearer.

FREEDOM F riends and families enjoying themselves, R eaching for food upon the shelves, E xciting things happening to me. E nding of wars, everyone happy and free, D reaming while you're at the beach filled with joy, O beying parents' rules while you're picking up toys, M y wish is that everyone is happy and free!

Christina Kerr Year 4

Kate Nelson Year 6

KATE My friend has blue eyes, Light brown hair, A friendly smile, Her name is Kate. She has a great personality, Which is why I like her, She helps me and gives me courage, And I help her when she's sad. I like to share and play with her Even if I feel bad. Georgina Low Year 5

MY VERY, VERY, VERY SPECIAL BOOTS My special boots allow me to, while wearing them, say what I want to happen and it will happen ... ...One day Mum and Dad called me and I came running. They told me to go out. So I did, I pulled on my boots not realizing they were my magic boots. I pulled them on so roughly they took me away to a foreign country! "I'm going to travel home by boot now. Boots take me home.' I demanded.

Ants are darting here And there Looking for food everywhere. Scurry scurry scurry scurry!

Tamzin Byrne Year 2

Megan Bainbridge Year 1

A SPECIAL INVENTION What I need is a machine that cleans my desk for me and makes it look nice. I would press a button to make it go. When I was not looking it would take some of my property. Mrs. Taylor just wouldn't know what to do wtih me! Jorda Burnett Harris Year 3 40

THE POET FROM BONGOOLAGONG There was a poet from Bongoolagong Who lived in a delapidated shack, He wrote tongue-twisters as a living Though most of them were sent back. One day when he was writing And reading through his rhymes, His tongue got really twisted And tangled up, like twine. He rang the closest doctor And told him to come quick, But his voice came out as something like, "Ogga ee uh ick!"

Horses are galloping Around and around. Clippity clippity clippity clop!

The doctor roared, "I have no time, Quick, tell me what's the matter!" "My tongue got twisted:' explained the poet, "But now I think it's better!"

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Georgina Young and Katherine Swan Year 1

PANCAKES Pancakes are thin, Pancakes are fat, Pancakes are soft with cherry jam. Jessica Tan Year 3

A FLOWER I wish I were a flower shooting in the garden blowing in the wind relaxed Rachel Blackman Year 2

BARCELONA B oomers basketball team bouncing to Barcelona A ustralia's agile athletes R owers racing rapidly C yclists cycling cautiously E nergetic equestrians L egendary long jumpers O verseas Olympians N imble netballers nervously waiting A quatic acrobatic, synchronised swimmers. Peggy Fidge Grade 6

YEAR FOUR Y ear Four is fun! ! ! E xcellent work A mazing stories R iddles to solve. F un, fun, fun, O rganized girls, U nreal! Music again! R hymes to write Cassandra Rigbye Year 4 41

Rivetting Robb RABBITS A baby rabbit is called a bunny. Bunnies love to eat grass and love to drink their mother's milk. They live in burrows with their parents. When they are tired they cuddle up next to their mother. When they wake up they go to their mother and she says to her babies, "Let us go out for a play!' So they run out of their burrow into the long grass. Then they go home for a feed and a sleep. Kylie Jacimovic Year 3

MY TRUE FRIEND A warm true friend means to me: Warm feelings for each other, Sharing our love and caring, And together making it through tough times, Friendship brings strength and determination, My true friend is Justine Moodie. She gives me support when I'm sad

A cat is prowling Looking for a mouse, Put a trap there Just beneath the house. Meow meow meow meow! Annabelle Crawford Year 1

Kate Spurling Year 5

CASUAL CLOTHES THE GINGA-BINGA GHOST Near Ginga-Binga township there lived an antique ghost Who lived on bread and honey and of course, tea and toast, It was rumoured around the township that this ghost was fierce and brave, But in the town there also lived a courageous policeman, Dave. Now Dave schemed and plotted to trap the antique ghost, Then he knew how he'd do it but he didn't like to boast. So he ventured out one morning and reached the shop in time To buy a great big barrel of Uncle Joe's Super Slime. The ghost appeared at five on every Sunday morn, He filled the girls with terror and all the men with scorn, So Dave awaited the ghost, with his barrel of Super Slime And killed the antique ghost, with no faults this time! So when he told the people of his very successful deed They held a parade with, at the end, a very big feed, Now when outsiders ask about the ghost's demise The people all reply, "We hope it won't arise!" Kate Matson Year 6

AUTUMN Autumn is nice, Autumn is bright, Autumn is dark, So bring out the light. Bright yellow, red and brown, Leaves fall all around, Lots of lovely fresh air Around us everywhere. Lauren Clifton Year 2

Share, Love people. Help them when you can And you'll be a good friend. Elizabeth Bassett Prep

Friends Talk to each other And listen to what you have to say. Courtney Murdoch Prep 42

C asual Clothes A ustralian Clothes S trange Clothes U nreal Clothes A bsolutely Bright L ong Dresses C olourful Clothes L ovely Ball Dresses O ld and Scruffy T errific Tee-shirts H andsome Suits E xtra Big Clothes S ensational Suits Anupriya Mehta Year 4

Racy Roslyn Echidnas are crawling Out to feed Searching for ants Under the trees. Slurp slurp Slurpity slopi

THE OLYMPICS

A good friend Helps you when your need it. Nicole Gerrard Tan Year 1

The athletes parade across the screen, They look so muscular, fit and lean. The flags are flying, the crowds cheer, The beginning of the Olympics is officially here.

Clementine Walker Prep

CRISTINA Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl called Cristina and she lived in a pretty house in the wood. Cristina met a wolf when she was walking in the woods to visit her Grandma for her birthday. Cristina turned the bad wolf into a birthday cake for her Grandma. Cristina and Grandma had a happy birthday party. Grandma blew out her candles three times and she felt very spoilt.

The glitter, the glamour, the spectacle, the splendour, It looks like Las Vegas' lights in December. There are synchronised swimmers, divers, guard dogs, The swimmers all have green and gold togs. The gun is raised, the athletes are off, There is no time to jeer or scoff. The object is gold, they try their best, If they win, with a medal they are blessed.

Cristina Elliot Year 2 The crowd has gone, the cheers have died, The officials are happy, the athletes are tired. There are lavish touches of rubbish around, We'll see you in Atlanta, when the next Olympics sound. Bronwen Evans Year 6

HOSTILITY Riots Los Angeles People running, gun fire, Hatred, agony, painful wounds, Silence. Erin Lyne Year 5

SORROW Lonely All by myself Nobody to talk to Inside feeling grief and anguist Sorrow. Alison Evans Year 5

MY DREAM COTTAGE If I had $1,000,000 I would spend it all on a lovely little cottage at the bottom of a mountain in New Zealand. I would have many animals including hens, rabbits and horses. I would work during summer and autumn days. I would ski just about every day of winter and enjoy the spring-time by looking after my rose garden.

Pigs are rolling Around in the mud All day long What a thud. Thump thump thumpity thump! Gemma Rogers Year 1

eorgia Rodgers Year 3

WHAT I'LL BE DOING IN SIXTY YEARS

OLYMPICS Blue, black, red, yellow, green, To see these colours is every athlete's dream. Tracks, dromes, pools, tennis courts. You must be brave to try these sports. Scotland, Australia, France and Spain, Let's be daring and try the OLYMPIC GAMES Vicky Tomes Year 6

For starters I will not be anywhere near a nursing home when I'm seventy-one, I'll hopefully be married with children and living a comfortable life. I hope I will own a small cottage in Noble Street because I think Noble Street is a pleasant street to live in. 410.,

I would like to look like my mother's mother, 4 She has white hair and blue eyes and very soft skin. Hopefully I will be loved by my grandchildren. I would like to listen to them telling me all their wonderful things. Also I hope to die in a peaceful way with my husband. Amy Walker Year Five

WHAT I'LL BE DOING IN SIXTY YEARS I had a wonderful husband whom I worked for, but he died three years ago, the day before my sixty-seventh birthday. My hair has changed over the years. It has become silvery after being dark all my life. My skin has gone wrinkly. I look old and frail. I've become too scared to look into mirrors. My teeth chatter and my hands shake all the time. After Graeme died I began to lose confidence. I was staying home most of the time. I was miserable. I wanted to be ten again. I wanted to be back at school. I wanted to forget being old and re-open my younger years. I wanted to live in a resort by the sea where I could swim and sunbathe. However, I have no strength and I'm cooped up in my armchair. You must make the most of it while you're young.

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I hadn't finished my home work I hadn't done my essay, I was going to be in trouble So I planned to run away. Across the streets I galloped, Across the roads I hopped, I had to get away quickly Or I would soon be stopped. , ..war,Nripor ir4+14.

C C eats Candy at Candelight dinner, C goes to Christian College to learn Creation, It is Cuddly Cute and Curvy. C Comes in different shapes and sizes, C Canoes on Lake Corrong, C lives in a Caravan and takes pictures with a Canon Camera, It Can sometimes Cancel Ceremonies, C is the Captain of the Class! ! ! !

I started to get worried, I started to get scared, What would I do at night I hadn't brought my bed? I started to turn around, I started to go a different way, What would my mum think If she knew I'd run away? Sophie Mayall Year 6

MAGIC RUBBER

Emily Beattie Venters A dog is digging Burying its bone Hiding it away When nobody's home. Woof woof woof woof!

Rabbits are hopping Around the trees Running away from Those buzzing bees. Ow ow ow ouch!

Sarah Callahan Year 1

Felicity Robertson Prep

G oing for gold O lympic dreams L arge expectations D reams achieved S hared emotions I nstant star L onging for home ✓ ictorious athlete E very second counts R epresenting your country B arracking supporters R ival opponents O nly one can win N early at the end Z ooming across the finishing line E veryone is cheering

Natasha Solozaniuk Year 5

Magic rubber please rub out my brother So I can spend some more time with mother, Even though he is so sweet, he can be bad And makes me feel sad.

MEDALS

ENVIRONMENT DAY

Sarah Farley Year 6

The Environment looks really bad So let's all start today, Clean up the earth, Make it really neat So you can be proud to look down your street. Pick up your brush, Pick up your pan, Make the world clean, Make the world shine, Show that you really can! Leah Martella Year 4

HOLIDAYS Watching television, Cleaning the cubby, Dancing to music, Being scratched by the cat, Making plays, Getting smacked by parents, Having rock clubs, Going to bed late, Playing scrabble with mum, Making my bed. Sally Klopper Year 2 44

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Although we were very nervous at the start of the year we adjusted to senior school quickly. Our peer support leaders greeted us and helped us settle in to our new environment. Before long we found ourselves at Cave Hill Creek camp near Ararat. With the company of Fitzy, the local kangaroo, and the camp hosts we had a wonderful three days of action packed activities. The year Sevens put their sporting skills to the test in the House swimming sports and athletics where Simone Wookey, Sarah Warrior, Robyn Sefton and Naome Toranto were especially outstanding in their events. Year Seven travelled to the World Congress Centre in Melbourne to take part in the Literature Festival. We listened to Aiden Chambers, Terry Denton and Caroline MacDonald. We also saw Paul Jennings open the festival and some African entertainers. We came home with arms loaded with showbags and all agreed that it was a wonderful day. Many year Sevens participated in the annual production of "Annie". Kate Michalak was the star of the show as Annie, along with many little orphans. The highlight of the year was our trip to Sydney where we were billetted by M.L.C. girls. We went on many tours around Sydney and we had a very profitable week. All year Sevens spent a day with their grandparents or a surrogate on grandparents' day. Of the many things we did we were entertained by a guest speaker Mrs. Seitz. For book week we were entertained by Isobel Carmody who spoke to us concerning the topic "Fear'.' Year Seven has been a busy one for and we have all enjoyed our first year in Senior School. Clare Matson Georgina Walker

The year 8 of 1992 was incredibly fortunate to be able to travel by aeroplane to Sydney to stay with the year 8 students from M.L.C. Burwood. It was an educational experience but also great fun. Our outings during the week included a harbour cruise and a tour of the Rocks. We had success on the hockey field and in the debating match. Year 8 has also enjoyed many great personal achievements. Fiona Bainbridge achieved the highest mark in Victoria for the Australian schools Science Competition, Aisha Ryan has been in the first hockey team. Yet again, Merryn Phillips will appear in the G.S.O.D.A. play and many other girls have achieved great things in their chosen leisure activities. In the last week of Term 2 year 8 helped the environment by planting native trees near the front drive. A special effort was made this year to keep up our sponsorship of the Major Mitchell cockatoos at the zoo. $130.00 was raised at a stall run by years 7 and 8. Altogether year 8 students have spent a most successful and enjoyable year. Cherie Lawler and Caroline Reni

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YEAR 10 REPORT After surviving the Cultural Experience in Year 9 we were all ready to face the new challenges brought on by Year 10. With smiles and laughter flooding from the canteen (the Year 10 meeting place) we began a year where anything could happen and it usually did. After getting into the swing of things we were ready to show the world what we were made of, showing off our golf skills at Inverleigh Golf Course, our debating skills on Open Day and our enthusiasm and talents on Work Experience. With our last year of P.E. we have taken part in an aerobic class and have visited the sports exhibition at Scienceworks called Sportsworks. Here the so-called expert rowers were disappointed with the efforts of non-rowers until they actually tried out on the rowing machines, which jolted them in every direction. The Geography Fieldtrip to Meredith also proved interesting. Not only were we heavily rained upon but the double decker bus was bogged. Another memorable night was seeing "The Merchant of Venice" at the Woodbin Theatre. Here in the small theatre we were delighted with the magic of Shakespeare and intrigued with the acting. Camp was the highlight of the year on the banks of the Goulburn River near the small town of Eildon. With an overnight camp, two days cross-country skiing at Lake Mountain and whitewater rafting down the Big River the week was filled, and before we knew it, it was over. After a busy and fun filled year we are ready for a break, to gain strength to come back next year to begin V.C.E. Kirsty Gibb, Serran Buchholz Year 10

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VALETE YEAR 12, 1992 KATHRYN GRUNDELL (1984-1992): Ardens House, Creative Arts, Social Service and Sports Committees. Cloth Badge 1987. Half Colours 1990. House Colours 1991, 1992. Green Jumper (Sport) 1990. Junior Sports Award 1987. Runner Up Under 12 Athletics and Swimming 1987. Runner Up Under 13 Swimming 1988. Runner Up Under 14 Athletics 1989. Runner Up Year 12 Athletics 1992. Athletics and Cricket Symbols 1991. Junior and Senior Choirs. Drama production "Godspell". Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Gymnastics, Netball, Rowing, Swimming, Tennis and Volleyball Teams. Citizenship Award 1986.

SARAH BENNETT (1987-1992): Harris House, Lucernian and Photography Committees. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1990. House Colours 1991, 1992. Lucernian Prize 1990. TRYPHENA BERNICKE (1987-1992): Boarding House and Lawson House Committees. Cloth Badge 1987. Half Colours 1991. Baseball Symbols 1992. Senior Choir. Drama Production "Godspell". Athletics, Baseball and Hockey Teams. ELIZABETH BLIGH (1989-1992): Computer, Senior Centre and Venters House Committees. Cloth Badge 1991. Half Colours 1992. Vice Captain Basketball 1990, 1991. Basketball Symbols 1991. Baseball, Basketball, Hockey and Tennis 'Rams.

TANYA HALL (1987-1992): Ardens House, End of Year, Mid Year and Senior Centre Committees. Cloth Badge 1988. Middle School Choir. Drama Production "Godspell" and "Annie". Basketball, Netball and Tennis "Rams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988.

NATALIE BLOW (1990-1992): Roslyn House and Social Service Committees. Half Colours 1992. Drama Production "Godspell". Athletics and Netball teams.

MARITA HAYDON (1989-1992): School Prefect. Lawson House Captain. Boarding House, Creative Arts, Lawson House and Photography Committees. Hearne/Neilson House House Captain 1991. House Colours 1991. Hockey Symbols 1992. Hockey Team.

ALISON BOLDYS (1987-1992): Creative Arts, Lucernian, Music and Roslyn House Committees. Music Symbols 1991, 1992. Green Jumper (Music) 1992. Public Speaking. Middle School and Madrigal Choirs. Flute Ensemble. Drama Productions "Godspell" and "Annie". Rowing Team.

NATASHA HEIKKILA (1987-1992): Robb House Committee. Netball Team.

NICOLE BROWN (1979-1985. 1989-1992): Venters House Committee. Athletics Symbols 1991. Half Colours 1992. Athletics, Baseball, Netball, Swimming and Tennis Teams.

WING CHI (DAPHNE) HO (1990-1992): Computer, Resource and Roslyn House Committees. Senior Choir.

MERRYN BUTTERFIELD (1987-1992): Photography and Venters House Committees.

NICOLE HOFMANN (1990-1992): Harris House and Social Service Committees.

SAMANTHA CAMPBELL (1987-1992): School Prefect. Venters House Captain. Music and Venters House Committees. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1990. House Colours 1991. Music Symbols 1991, 1992. Green Jumper (Music) 1991. Drama Symbols 1992. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Drama Production "Godspell" and "Annie". Netball, Tennis and Volleyball Teams. Banger Vocal Award 1991.

NGA MAN (VIVIAN) HUI (1990-1992): Ardens House and Resources Committees. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990. EMMA JACKMAN (1983-1992): School Scholarship holder. Lucernian, Music and Roslyn House Committees. Morongo Student Council. Editor of Lucernian. Cloth Badge 1987. Half Colours 1990. Junior Sport Award 1990. House Colours 1991, 1992. Academic Symbols 1991. Green Jumper (Music) 1990. Music Symbols 1991, 1992. Tennis and Debating Symbols 1992. Hockey Symbols 1992. Junior Doubles Tennis Champion 1988. Junior Singles Table Tennis Champion 1988. Best and Fairest Intermediate Tennis 1990. School Debating. Public Speaking. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Drama Production "Godspell". Hockey, Swimming and Tennis Teams. Dux of Year 7, 9, 10. Academic and Citzenship Award 1986. Citizenship Award 1990. S P Hill Prize 1991. Service Award 1992. Merit Certificate for Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1987, 1988, 1989, 1990, 1991.

MARNIE CARROLL (1987-1992): School Scholarship Holder. Lucernian and Venters House Committees. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991, 1992. Cloth Badge 1991. Cricket Symbols 1991. Netball Team 6 Best and Fairest 1989. Lucernian Prize 1990, 1991, 1992. Public Speaking. Orchestra. Flute Ensemble. Rowing Encouragement Award 1990. Cricket, Netball and Rowing Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987, 1991. KYM CESNIK (1991-1992): Boarding House, Photography and Robb House Committees. Half Colours 1992. Drama Production "Annie". Baseball and Hockey Teams.

NGAI SZE (IVY) KAM (1990-1992): Harris House and Resources Committee.

FIONA COOKE (1985-1992): Ardens House and Sports Committees. Cloth Badge 1988. Half Colours 1990. House Colours 1991, 1992. Green Jumper (Sport) 1990. Cricket Symbols 1991. Best and Fairest Netball Junior B 1988. Netball Team 4 Best and Fairest 1991. Vice Captain Cricket 1991. Junior and Senior Choir. Drama Production "Godspell". Athletics, Cricket, Gymnastics, Netball, Tennis and Volleyball Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

MERRION KENT (1986-1992): Harris House, Resources and Social Services Committees. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choirs. Drama production "Godspell". Netball and Volleyball Teams.

TANIA CURYPKO (1987-1992): Ardens House Committee. Half Colours 1992. Senior Choir. Baseball, Netball, Rowing and Tennis Teams.

PENNELOPE KOSMINA (1991-1992): Music Scholarship Holder. Lucernian, Music and Venters House Committees. House Colours 1991, 1992. Music and Debating Symbols 1992. Green Jumper (Music) 1992. School Debating. Public Speaking. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Orchestra. Baseball, Basketball and Netball Teams. Pettitt Citizenship prize 1991. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement Consistent Effort 1991.

MELISA DJAKOVIC (1988-1992): Boarding House, End of Year and Lawson House Committees. Athletics, Baseball, Netball, Rowing, Softball and Tennis Teams.

SIU PING (MARGARET) LAU (1991-1992): Ardens House, Photography and Resources Committees.

JACKALYN DOWNIE (1991-1992): Robb House Committee. Half Colours 1992. Netball and Swimming Teams.

MELISSA LE BRETON (1987-1992): School Prefect. Music Captain. Environment, Lawson, Music and Resources Committees. House Colours 1991, 1992. Music Symbols 1991, 1992. Green Jumper (Music) 1990. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Orchestra. Senior Ensemble. Drama Production "Godspell". Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1987, 1991. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988, 1989.

RACHAEL EDDY (1987-1992): School Prefect. Deputy School Captain. Creative Arts, End of Year, Lucernian, Mid Year and Robb House Committees. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1992. Netball Team 2 Best and Fairest 1992. Drama Production "Annie". Netball Team. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1990.

YOKE PENG (AUDREY) LEE (1990-1992): Venters House Committee. Senior Choir. MAY LING (TREASHA) LIM (1990-1992): Boarding House and Robb House Committees. House Colours 1991, 1992. Hockey and Swimming Teams.

SARAH EGAN (1990-1992): Lawson House Committee. SALLY ETTERSHANK (1989-1992): School Prefect. Boarding House Captain. Boarding House and Roslyn House Committees. Morongo Student Council. Cloth Badge 1989. Half Colours 1990. House Colours 1991, 1992. Intermediate B Netball Coach's Award 1989. Netball Team 1 Best and Fairest 1992. Athletics and Netball Symbols 1991, 1992. Music Symbols 1991, 1992. Tennis Symbols 1992. Green Jumper (Sport) 1991 and (Music) 1992. Orchestra. Flute Ensemble. Drama Production "Annie". Athletics, Cricket, Netball, Swimming and Tennis Teams.

KATE MACAFEE (1985-1992): Harris House and Senior Centre Committees. Cloth Badge 1988. Senior Choir. Baseball and Netball Teams. NIKOLA McGRATH (1985-1992): Sports and Venters House Committees. Captain of Boats 1992. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991, 1992. Athletics Symbols 1991. Rowing Symbols 1992. Cloth Badge 1992. Green Jumper (Sport) 1991. Academic Symbols 1991. Sports Award 1992. Netball Symbols 1992. Debating Symbols 1992. Equal Under 14 Athletics Champion 1988. Equal Under 15 Athletics Champion 1989. Year 10 Athletics Champion 1990. Runner Up Year 11 Athletics 1991. Runner Up Junior Cross Country 1988. Junior Cross Country Champion 1989. Senior Cross Country Champion 1990, 1991. Most Improved Netball Team B 1988. Netball Best and Fairest 1990. Netball Captain 1992. School Debating. Public Speaking. Drama Production "Godspell". Athletics, Netball and Rowing Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1988. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1989, 1990, 1991.

CLARE FALLAW (1987-1992): Harris House, Lucernian and Sports Committees. Cloth Badge 1988. Junior Sport Award 1989. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991, 1992. Netball Symbols 1992. Green Jumper (Sport) 1990. Athletics Captain 1991, 1992. Athletics and Cricket Symbol:: 1991. Green Jumper (Music) 1991. Music Symbols 1992. Sports Award 1992. Swimming and Tennis Symbols 1992. Runner up Year 9 Athletics 1989. Runner up Year 10 Athletics 1990. Year 11 Athletics Champion 1991. Year 12 Athletics Champion 1992. Best and Fairest Netball Junior A Team 1988. Netball Team 5 Best and Fairest 1989. Junior Singles and Doubles Tennis Champion 1988. School Athletics Captain 1991. Tennis Captain 1992. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Drama Production "Godspell". Athletics, Cricket, Netball, Swimming and Tennis Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1990.

WENDY MALONEY (1992): Harris House Committee. RACHEL MANSFIELD (1991-1992): School Prefect. Harris House Captain. Harris House Committee. Cloth Badge 1991. House Colours 1991. Hockey Symbols 1992. Baseball, Basketball, Hockey, Netball and Swimming Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1991.

ZOE FIDGE (1985-1992): Mid Year and Lawson House Committees. Half Colours 1990. House Colours 1991, 1992. Junior School and Senior School Choirs. Drama Production "Annie". Netball, Rowing and Tennis Teams.

SHARYN MARTIN (1991-1992): Ardens House and Boarding House Committees.

JACINTA FOLEY (1982-1992): Mid-Year and Roslyn House Committees. Junior School Choir. Netball, Rowing and Tennis Teams.

NARELLE MORLAND (1987-1992): Mid Year and Venters House Committees. Morongo Student Council. Middle School Choir. Baseball, Netball and Swimming Teams. Lucernian Prize 1989. Drama Production "Annie". Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

FIONA GIBB (1987-1988. 1990-1992): School Prefect. Robb House Captain. Robb House Committee. House Colours 1991. Lucernian Prize 1990. Public Speaking. Senior Choir. Drama Production "Annie". Softball Team. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988.

RACHEL MORRISON (1987-1992): Computer and Lawson House Committees. Cloth Badge 1988. Half Colours 1992. Athletics and Baseball Teams.

ALLIANCE FRANCAISE COMPETITION RESULTS

SUZANNE MORRISON (1987-1992): Harris House and Music Committees. Cloth Badge 1988.

Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1990, 1991, 1992. Swimming Symbols 1991, 1992. Music Symbols 1991. Runner Up Year 10 Swimming 1990. Runner up Year 11 Swimming 1991. Runner up Year 12 Swimming 1992. Swimming Captain 1992. Senior Choir. Concert Band. Drama Production "Godspell". Baseball, Basketball, Netball and Swimming Teams.

VERY HONORABLE MENTION

KYLIE MUSGROVE (1990-1992): Boarding House and Robb House Committees. SHUI FOON (MARISSA) NG (1990-1992): Robb House Committee. Basketball, Hockey and

Rowing Teams.

Kate Michalak

- Year 7

Cherie Lawler Tracey Pocock

- Year 8

Rebecca Maddern Fiona Nelson Amy Sanders Kate Walker

SALLY NORTON (1989-1992):Boarding House, Computer, Lawson House and Social Service

Committees. Kamp Endeavour Award 1990. Citizenship Award 1991. Rowing Team. CLARE OATAWAY (1987-1992): Creative Arts, Photography and Robb House Committees. School Debating. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987, 1989, 1990. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1988.

- Year 9

HONORABLE MENTION

Kristie Gonzales Kelly Hughes Errin Johnson Sarah Mackie Olivia Romet Georgina Walker

CATHERINE PEELER (1991-1992): School Scholarship Holder. Boarding House, Lawson House

and Photography Committees. Half Colours 1992. Music Symbols 1992. Green Jumper (Music) 1992. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Drama Production "Godspell". Hockey and Rowing Teams. BRIDGET PLAYER (1987-1988. 1991-1992): School Prefect. Ardens House Captain. Ardens

- Year 7

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Alison Akers Fiona Bainbridge Anna Kelly Caroline Renick Stephanie Smedley

House and Mid Year Committees. Cloth Badge 1991. House Colours 1991. Hockey Symbols 1992. Senior Choir. Drama Production "Annie". Athletics, Baseball, Hockey and Netball Teams. REBEKAH PRIEST (1987-1992): Ardens House and End of Year Committees. Morongo Student Council. Senior Choir.

- Year 8

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- Year 9

Freya Fidge

CATHY RAE (1990-1992): Roslyn House Committee. JANETTE REED (1987-1992): Ardens House, Boarding House and Social Service Committees.

SCIENCE TALENT SEARCH RESULTS 1992

JANINE REW (1991-1992): School Scholarship Holder. Robb House and Sports Committees.

Senior School.

Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1991. Athletics and Rowing Teams.

Major Bursary Winners

Megan Trim Sarah Cox Cherie Lawler

SALLY ROBBINS (1987-1992): School Prefect. Roslyn House Captain. Roslyn House and Sports

Committees. Cloth Badge 1988. Half Colours 1990. House Colours 1991. Green Jumper (Sport) 1990. Athletics Symbols 1991. Netball Symbols, 1991, 1992. Baseball Symbols 1991, 1992. School Debating. Public Speaking. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choirs. Drama Production "Godspell". Athletics, Baseball, Netball and Swimming Teams. Bartlett Citizenship Prize 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1990.

Junior Research Junior Poster Junior Poster

Level 7 Level 8 Level 8

$30 $30 $30

Level 7

$20 Junior Research

Level 7 Level 7 Level 7

$20 Junior Games $20 Junior Games $20 Junior Games

Level 10

$20 Intermediate Research

Level 7 Level 7 Level 8

Junior Research Junior Model Junior Research

Level 5

$25 Primary Games

Credit Bursary Winners

Simone Mitchell & Georgina Walker

SUSAN ROBINS (1984-1992): Ardens House, Environment and Lucernian Committees. Morongo Student Council. Cloth Badge 1988. Half Colours 1989. House Colours 1991, 1992. Debating Symbols 1992. Hockey Symbols 1992. Citizenship Award 1986, 1990, 1991. Service Award 1992. Runner Up Junior Tennis Doubles 1988. School Debating. Senior Choir. Hockey, Netball, Tennis and Volleyball Teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1988, 1991. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

Minor Bursary Winners

Carly Spencer Ruth Langford Clare Matson & Kelly Hughes Kirsty Trim

NIKKI SHEA-SIMONDS (1988-1992): Lawson House Committee. Hockey Team. KYLIE SMART (1990-1992): Mid-Year, Roslyn House and Senior Centre Committees. Half Colours 1992. Basketball Symbols 1991. Basketball Best and Fairest 1991. Senior B Softball Best and Fairest 1992. Baseball, Basketball and Netball Teams.

Merit Certificates

Kate Michalak Karen Jackson Sally Waayers

VANESSA SMITH (1987-1992): Creative Arts, Lawson, Photography and Senior Centre Committees. Half Colours 1992. Music Symbols 1992. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Drama Productions "Godspell" and "Annie". Hockey Team.

Junior School Major Bursary Winner

SALLY SPITERI (1983-1992): Harris House Committee. Cloth Badge 1987. House Colours

Emily Maurer-Shands

1991, 1992. Senior Choir. Orchestra. Clarinet Ensemble. Athletics, Netball and Tennis Teams. Lucernian Prize 1989. Dux of Year 8. Dux of Year 11 (Mary Higgins Memorial Prize). Academic Symbols 1991. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1987, 1988, 1990, 1991. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1989.

Merit Certificate

Alison Evans

KATHRYN STEVENSON (1989-1990. 1991-1992): End of Year, Music and Venters House Committees. School Debating. Public Speaking. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Drama production "Godspell". Merit Certificate for Debating 1990. Debating Symbols 1992. Baseball and Cricket Teams.

Level 5

Primary Research

AUSTRALIAN SCHOOLS SCIENCE COMPETITION

WAI MAN (CASSANDRA) SZE (1991-1992): Resources and Venters House Committees. Senior

Congratulations to Fiona Bainbridge for gaining the highest mark of any girl in Year 8 in Victoria. Fiona will receive a silver Esso Medal and a cheque for one hundred dollars. Students who were awarded a High Distinction Certificate were Year 7 - Clare Matson Year 8 - Fiona Bainbridge, Aisha Ryan Distinction Certificates were awarded to Year 7 - Caroline Huddle-Lamb, Ruth Langford, Simone Mitchell, Allison Wedding, Amrita Williams Year 8 - Kate Morgan, Katherine Napier. Credit Certificates were awarded to Year 7 - Leanne Coombs, Rebecca Gray, Kelly Hughes, Errin Johnson, Bridgette Kelly, Katarina Konkoly, Claire Moodie, Carrie Raeside, Natalie Roberts, Olivia Romet, Robyn Sefton, Carly Spencer, Megan Trim, Georgina Walker. Year 8 - Alexandra Galaska, Rachael Gunther, Merryn Phillips.

Choir.

DIANA TAYLOR (1987-1989. 1991-1992): School Prefect. School Captain. Roslyn House,

Lucernian, Mid Year and End of year Committees. Morongo Student Council. Cloth Badge 1989. House Colours 1991, 1992. Basketball Symbols 1991. Tennis and Hockey Symbols 1992. Academic Symbols 1992. Runner up Junior Tennis Doubles 1988. Basketball, Hockey and Tennis Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1988, 1989, 1991. ELYSSA TERRACALL (1990-1992): Computer, Robb House, Senior Centre and Social Service

Committees. CATHERINE WINKLER (1987-1992): Robb House and Social Service Committees. Flute

Ensemble. Netball Team. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988, 1990. SAU SHAN (SUSAN) WONG (1991-1992): Resources and Robb House Committees. CLAIRE WOOKEY (1987-1992): School Prefect. Sports Captain. Sports and Venters House

Committees. Cloth Badge 1988. Half Colours 1989. Green Jumper (Sport) 1990. House Colours 1991, 1992. Swimming Symbols 1991, 1992. Netball Symbols 1991, 1992. Under 13 Swimming Champion 1987. Under 15 Swimming Champion 1989. Year 10 Swimming Champion 1990. Year 11 Swimming Champion 1991. Year 12 Swimming Champion 1992. School Netball Captain 1991. Senior Choir. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Netball, Rowing and Swimming Teams.

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MEMORIES In the year of 1976 a triumphant being was brought to settle on this earth. Franky Fly was one of those normal and annoying flies which buzzes around your head and then decides to land on your chop at barbeques. Each day he shows his talent to the world when he springs into his G-string super suit and bounds into his Super "Celica". "Chaos" is an organisation that tries to destroy world peace. They struck again at the TAB but they cannot stop Super Fly as he flies through the brick wall like a missile. The man from Chaos gasps and leaps out the window in fright, although there is no way out because Super Fly has extraordinary super vision. Super Fly nearly kissed a tree he was going so fast. Chaos quickly held up "Seven Eleven" and grabbed the nearest "PeaBoa" bottle to spray Super Fly. But Super Fly had such dexterity he showed Chaos his experience of Karate. He was so fast that the man from Chaos didn't know the time of day. When he had finished up that lot he heard his Super Phone ring. He heard it above the sounds of the factories because of his megaphonic ears. It was the chief. "Come back immediately because Fiona Fly has been captured by Chaos and they are making monstrosifying threats about what they will do to her!" Super Fly's palms were sweating. He was nervous because Fiona is his wife and every move he makes, Fiona relies on him. He bounds into his car and releaes the wings compartment. Into the air he goes and zooms off into the sunset. Super Fly is scared of heights but this is a matter of life or death. At last he arrived at the Chaos head quarters and lands with a bump. Where on earth would she be? HA HEH, Chaos cackles, you will never find her! Super Fly decides to switch off his extraordinary super vision and turn on his super hearing. He then heard Fiona scream but from where, he did not know! He decided to investigate the building. In the noises behind the big heavy and cold iron doors he heard lions roaring and snakes hissing but above all the commotion he heard Fiona's voice once again. He felt he was gaining closer to her by the special warmth inside his heart. Super Fly did not consider the danger he could be in walking up that corridor in search of his loved one, but he thought "Better none than one!" Reciting his mission, he drove his body towards Fiona's cries of help. A shattering crash greeted Super Fly as he flung open the door. Fiona was screaming in an iron cage with snakes climbing around the outside of the cage. With his thew he tore the cage apart and Fiona zoomed onto Super Fly's muscular back and he scurried up the evil corridor with the heat from the fires and the snakes and spiders in pursuit as they crept out of their mews but that all did not discourage Super Fly. Both of them soon returned home. Super Fly turned back into the normal Franky Fly and they sat on their warm and inviting beds discussing Super Fly. They soon decided to squash Super Fly because the turmoil he was causing in their lives was just too much for the normal couple that Franky Fly and Fiona wanted to be.

The rope twisted, round and round, slapping the sullen grey pavement underneath. Screams of joy rose above the roof tops of the gloomy, sandstone terraces. Washing which was once white, but now a dirty grey, blew from left to right on the balcony. The garden beneath was once loved but now forgotten and left to choke in the filth of the streets. Tinkling music could be heard a street away as an ice-cream truck slowly crawled through the suburban streets, tempting the children with a cool, sweet, ice-cream. Children fled in different directions to find some money to buy an ice-cream as mothers stood from outside the door, baby in one arm, money in the other, with a gentle smile on their faces. The tar on the street was melting as the hot, January sun beat down on the children below. Their ice-creams were finished and they had left their skipping ropes and footballs for the cool benefits of the fire hydrant down the street. The sunlight fades and children are called home, mothers are waiting for them and so are their beds. The sunlight impatiently wakes up the street, persuading children to come outside. But it is now autumn, and the children have returned to school. To learn about Shakespeare and Shaw, about revolutions and countries, people and art. The boys and girls are no longer little children, instead they have grown up. No longer are they little Sallys or little Toms at home with their mothers, skipping in the streets. They are students in a dreary building, sitting there, their faces to the wall, blending in with the white-washed walls. As they leave the building, their mothers wait at home impatiently for the return of their sons and daughters. The sun goes down earlier now, as the chilly air sets in. Ice covers the window panes as they get out of bed. A job is waiting for them somewhere. No longer are they just Toms and Sallys, they are Mr Tom ... and Miss Sally ... they are lawyers and doctors, policemen and accountants, shop assistants and ... They have forgotten the times when they ran amongst the water from the fire hydrants, the times when they played football and skipped in the streets. These memories are all a blur now, just a thing of the past. What is now important is to do their job. They all leave the offices at the same time, men and women riding their bicycles down the lanes, riding home, as the rain pelts down and the wind howls. Birds sing outside as a new day dawns, the sun beams down on the garden, which was once forgotten by the women of the street and now, almost suddenly, remembered. They sit in their garden watching the younger children from streets away play in the street. The older ones dawdle off to the school a block away. They know that as they once did, mothers will be waiting for their children at dusk, just as they did years ago. The sun slowly hides away, leaving a warm evening behind. As the sky turns from a dusty pink to a grey, mothers stand outside their doorways, listening for the whistle of their sons, and the laughter of their daughters, but all that can be heard are the names of the younger children being called home a block away. As they stand there, memories of previous seasons come flooding back, how their children played with toys, but now play with guns, as they have gone to war. The rope twisted, round and round, becoming faster and faster until everything became just a blur ...

Sarah Taylor Year 10

Kathryn Tracsyk Year I1

SUPER FLY

VISIONS OF THE FUTURE

CHOICES

I start to think what our future will be like. Will Earth remain the same? Could we be living on other planets? I slowly go off into a daydream. As 1 look around me, I can see no trees, and the only forms of life are rats and other insect pests. The whole area is covered with red dust, and a cold wind makes me shiver. There is little light; the sky is a misty grey. I walk forward and climb over the bits of rubble in my way. There is an opening ahead; I peer into the darkness, and a revolting smell greets me. My eyes become used to the darkness and I see what smells so awful. Two corpses are lying there. I race out the door. Later, out of breath, I wander on, wondering what has happened to the earth that was once here. There are some signs ahead. I scrape off the dust to read them. "Stop destroying our planet!" one reads. "Save Earth!" says another. "Stay away from Mars!" yet another. "Mars?" I ask myself. "Maybe that's where everyone is. But why were those people left behind?" I walk on further and come across a small, grey building. It is the only one that has not been damaged. I walk inside and find what looks like a normal office. There is a sign on the wall saying, "Shuttle this way!' I follow the sign and enter the room. A small shuttle about the size of an elevator is ahead of me. I walk inside. There are many buttons and they are easy to understand. They all involve time travel so I decide to go to Mars because that seems to be the place where everyone is. I press the appropriate buttons and strap myself into the seat, ready for the journey ahead. I open the door and step out. The trip has been rough but it takes only about half an hour. I find myself in another grey room and it looks right out of the future. Two people come in. They are dressed in silver jackets and pants and they have guns in their belts. "So you have joined us. We are surprised that you managed to stay alive on Earth!' "Yes. Well I did!" I decide to go along with what they say to avoid problems. They lead me out to a huge building. "These are our living quarters. Everything that we need is here. We cannot go outside these areas because there is not enough oxygen. This is where you will be staying!" I follow their orders and I am led into a unit. They depart and as they are walking out the door I ask, "Where are the trees? Where are the rainforests and waterfalls and animals? There are none!" Mars looks so desolate and nothing is beautiful like it used to be on Earth. I have to ask what has happened. "So you have not changed. Our community feels that environmentalists like you are against our ways. We don't need nature. We can live easily with machines alone. We need to be rid of people like you:" With that statement they drew out their guns and fired. "Huh!" I gasp. I look around and find myself in my classroom. "I suggest you start work;' my teacher says to me. The title on my page reads, "THE FUTURE". I have a perfect description of what the world could be like if we neglect it.

From where I stood I could see only the countless rows of bars, dividing the complex into hundreds of small cubicles. The sun glistened brilliantly on the polished metal and occasionally the limb of an inmate could be seen hanging languidly through them interrupting the glare. The click of stilettos on the cold concrete floor signalled my arrival, and all eyes turned to me as I slowly made my way down the aisle dividing A and B block. Behind the quiet murmuring, the rustling, and the low male growls was a perceptive silence. They knew why I was there. For one of these miserable creatures I was an angel from God. I could save just one from certain death ... it was a choice I did not want to make, but nevertheless I had to. No matter how much I wanted to help everyone in this forgotten community, I could leave with only one. Cell 194. I stopped and peered through the bars ... he made no effort to come towards me, just sat numbly against the wall and returned my stare. His eyes were full of hope but he knew that I was not to be his angel. The coldness of the metal I had wrapped my arms around crept up through my body and I shuddered, "I'm sorry!' a meaningless whisper to which there could be no reply. Further along I heard a moan and moved on to investigate. He was older than the rest, with a long scar running down his face and across his scrawny chest. It was such a kindly face, it did not belong to one on death row. The intensity of his charcoal black eyes tore at my heart even though we both knew he was not to be the one either. He was too old, but what kind of a criteria was that on which to base my decision. I walked on and began to realize that I had never really considered how hard this choice would be. Row after row, societies unwanted watched me walk by, as shamefilled salty tears coursed down my face. It bruised my ego even to consider let alone acknowledge that I was part of the culture responsible for these institutions. It would have been so much easier to just walk away; no choices, no responsibility... just guilt. Then I saw him, he was black and so young ... too young to be in a place like that. Slowly I walked over and bent down. He was huddled against the bars and he turned to look me in the eye. It seemed an eternity that our eyes stayed locked together, his asking for love, mine pleading for forgiveness ... lightly he touched my extended hand. I picked up the leash and clipped it to his collar. Now there was just one choice left ... should I name him Rover or Sam? Kate Stevenson Year 12

Aisha Ryan Year 8

CONFLICT

DESTRUCTION

"Last call for flight 782 to Sydney. This flight is now boarding at gate 5" was the message which came across the public address system at lidlamarine Airport, Melbourne, as a very flustered yong woman arrived at the domestic flight Terminal. She moved hurriedly in the direction of gate 5. She managed to get through the bag X-ray check just in time to catch the flight attendant before she boarded the aeroplane. "You were lucky to make it Ms Walsh. We were just about to leave,' remarked the flight attendant as she checked the ticket. "Your seat is in the second row on the left hand aisle' "Nearly missed us eh?" She turned around to see the smiling face of a woman of about her age. "Hi, my name's Catherine,' the woman continued. "Hello, I'm Victoria Walsh" she replied. "You're right about me nearly missing you. I would have if I was a minute later!' "Oh well, you're here now, and that's what counts" said Catherine happily. The two stayed quiet after that whilst the plane took off and the flight attendants went through the emergency procedures. Lunch was served and magazines were distributed. The seat belt sign switched off and people began moving about the aircraft. "Why are you going to Sydney?" asked Catherine. "On business' replied Victoria. "I work for a furniture company and the people in Sydney office are having a few problems. So I'm going to help them out!' "I hope it's nothing serious" remarked Catherine. "No, nothing serious, just a few problems with materials!' Victoria responded. "Apparently some of those outrageous greenies are on our case about some forest or another. They're an absolute nuisance' "Which forest?" Catherine asked with interest. "It's a eucalypt forest just near the Blue Mountains reserve, I'm not sure what its called". "You're kidding! Don't tell me you work for that disgusting Tandem Furniture Company!" cried Catherine in a shocked voice. "As a matter of fact I do" replied Victoria, "How did you know that?" "I live in the area that you're planning to log. I'm going back home to Sydney to meet some friends to protest against what your company is doing. It's an environmental catastrophe!" said Catherine with a sudden tone of anger in her voice. "Don't be ridiculous. It's not part of the National Forest. Nobody is using it" said Victoria. "Nobody is using it, sure. However, that doesn't give you the right to knock it down. Some of the oldest trees in Australia are in that area. You have got no idea have you?" said Catherine furiously "You haven't seen the beauty of the area, yet you'll just knock it down without a though!' "You really are blowing the whole situation out of proportion. You greenies are all the same. You have no thought for progress" said the other in retaliation. "What sort of prejudiced view is that? The green movement is for the future. All you can think about is your stupid profits, and you don't give a damn about anyone else" cried Catherine in disgust. "That's not true! How dare you ... " Victoria was interrupted by the captain telling everyone that they had just arrived in Sydney and they were to disembark from the aircraft in a few minutes. Victoria started to leave. She removed her bag from the locker above her and looked around. "You just wait. We will stop your money grabbing company from destroying our forest!" hissed Catherine. "We'll see about that" said Victoria and marched angrily down the front of the plane.

My little fingers dig deeply into the clammy grit of the wet sand. I gather it into my small red bucket, handful by handful. The searing rays of sun bite into my pale young skin. It is scorching me, but this does not deter me from my goal. I stack each bucketful of sand carefully to form a precariously fragile tower, intent on my work despite the bright atmosphere surrounding me. Feverishly my eyes search for an object, sharp, pointed to help me complete my task. I grasp the sharp twig and continue my work oblivious now to my surroundings. Stripes and circles blossom. Doors and windows open behind the minute grains of sand falling from my structure. My finishing touch, a watchful circle of clean white shells, surrounding my castle as if protecting it like guards. In my mind I create people to inhabit my castle, beautiful people, rich and elegant. I am finished. Pride fills my small body as I gaze at my creation. My castle. Suddenly my pride drains from me, like water through a funnel, as a powerful force of foaming water mindlessly dissolves my precious masterpiece. Horror and disbelief fill my small world. What was is no more. The grains of sand that once formed my castle now lie flat and wet, gleaming in the sun, unformed as before. The destructive wave returns to Mother Ocean, serene as before. I sit alone on the sand, wondering at the sudden and total destructiton, uncontrollable and cruel, over which I have no power. I am afraid. Samantha Michalak Year 10

CHANGING Tempestuous gusts of stormy wind shook the rattling windows of the icy room. A pouring, pelting rain streamed against the glass with the storm smashing open the cold brass clip. Sprinting, he ran to shut out the nightmare, hoping it would suddenly vanish in the distance. The petrified boy, frustrated by the day, continued struggling with his dreary history assignment. He didn't understand the value of researching the past so this task was pathetically boring and uninteresting. Looking at his old broken watch he felt that this tired brain ticked away with the time. The crackling sound of rain outside grew louder, noisier and more violent. The freezing, snowy weather sent a chill through his body. His breath became loud and frequent. He became hot and steamy and his terror made the sweat drip off his face. A great burst of wind struck the desk calendar and turned it back ... back ...back ... The wind swirled turbulently around the alleys of Berlin and as he walked a newspaper dated 1935 wrapped around his feet. As he walked he saw Nazi signs printed all over a Jewish home which had been lit. He saw Jewish children being bashed and their mothers being threatened with fire. As he, a Nazi child, was forced to march down the street in parade, he was terrified for he knew war was coming. He, the boy from the future, knew millions would die. He, the time traveller, knew his task. The homework assignment was now — change the past. "How',' the young adolescent shrieked, "would I change the ruler's mind?" He was terrified as he knew Hitler would have him go for sure. As they paraded through the streets, the youth was apprehensive and terror-stricken. As the aggressive ruler walked by, everyone stood straight, terrified, knowing life was at risk. The lad's petrified conscience told him he had to act, very, very quickly. He pulled the flick knife from his pocket. As it rumbled it came out, bit by bit. Out it tremored, a little further. His hand shook and shivered but as Hitler walked past him he lifted his elbow and threw. He threw it forward, forward, forward. He became hot, steamy and sweaty. He became scared and his breath grew louder and more frequent. He sat at his desk. The stormy nighmare had halted. A colorful image filled the world with relief. As he sat he knew he had saved millions. He wasn't so bored anymore and began, again ...

Melissa Baxter Year 11

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Sally stared intently through the fence watching every move of the woman on the other side. She noticed the way the woman kept a distance between herself and the swimming pool as she stood watering the garden. Sally knew the woman had never learnt to swim and had an intense fear of water. She would come and sit by the pool sometimes but never swam. Sally had detested the woman for as long as she could recall. Everything about her was irritating, her fake smile, the proud way she carried herself, and that high screeching voice that sounded like nails down a blackboard. But most of all, Sally hated the woman for stealing her man. Before the arrival of the woman, he had spent every minute of his spare time with Sally. They were so deeply in love that Sally had believed nothing could come between them. They would go on long walks delighting in each other's company, they would often spend a day at the beach together on sunny days. Everything had been perfect. Until this woman had moved into his home and he totally forgot about Sally. At first Sally thought he would tire of the woman and come back to her but as time passed Sally came to realize she was no longer his main priority. Now as Sally gazed maliciously through the fence she decided she could no longer cope. The woman was humming an annoying little tune as she prodded the hose nozzle into the tree ferns. Sally pushed the gate open and quietly walked around the pool. roman turned around. She was accustomed to Sally turning up unexpectedly to see t idn't seem threatened by her. She obviously had the idea that Sally was a thing of the past. Sally stood in front of the woman. Wordlessly, she moved forwards and the woman backed towards the pool. An expression of terror and ise came across the woman's face as Sally leapt forwards and pushed with all her strength. Sally watched her go under. Once again on his bed, Sally relaxed. It was great to be back where she belonged. She gazed deep into his green eves which she had always adored and rested her head on his pillow. He smiled. "It's been hard for me, Sal:' he said. "It'll take me a while to get over her, and all that business with the funeral..:' Sally wished she could show some sympathy; but it just wasn't possible. She kept on staring tinto those eyes. "I just wish you knew how much help you've been," he explained. "I really don't know what I would've done without you". And Sally was happy once again as she lay there and he silently stroked her black paw. Nerissa Kamp Year 10

Are you just the end of ageing? Somehow, I don't think so. Your dark shadows can cast at any age. You can be instant and painless, Or long-suffering and slow And in life's book, you're written on any page. You are most definitely not rare, In fact. you're found nearly everywhere. YOu are natural, so why am I afraid 01' the day when you enter my life and invade. And steal yet another beloved or even me? Death my enemy? Death, just let me be. Christine Pullin V 59

THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER Admittedly, May afternoons do not have a good reputation for beach weather. I could almost have been making my way through a blizzard in some desolate snowfield. Like snow, the soft sand sank beneath my feet and a sharp wind whistled past my ears. Heavy clothes and exaggerated effort weakened me. I stopped for a moment and looked up to survey the journey ahead, squinting against the sandy gusts. Before proceeding, I licked my lips, their salty dryness at first strange and foreign, but I savoured the taste as I welcomed the refreshing moisture. Tortoise-like, I snuggled further down into my woolly roll-necked jumper and battled on towards my destination. I finally reached the point and began to climb the rocky outcrop, the lighthouse looming over me. I looked around just in time to see a small fishing vessel rounding the point. The waves leapt up towards the lighthouse as if in anger that it had warned yet another would-be victim. Ignoring the vain attempts of the sea, the proud building stood bold in its uniform of red and white. The vicious surf failed time and time again, recoiling, crashing back down onto the rocks and drowning in its own savagery. Behind the lighthouse was a sheltered area where an elderly oak tree grew, the greeness of its tender young leaves in contrast with the wizend trunk. I sat beneath the tree, absorbing the warmth of weak winter sunlight that was reflected from the glaring walls of the lighthouse. I lay there for a few moments, staring at the inside of my eyelids as the smell of damp earth and grass filled my nostrils. The cries of distant seagulls became fainter and fainter. I was soon asleep. I awoke just before dusk, to a cold drizzle falling on my face. I picked myself up and walked to the edge of the cliff. On the rocks below, an old man was fishing. He was alone, but he did not seem to be lonely. It was as though he belonged there, a part of the scenery. Seagulls circled above his head, their cries only occasionally heard over the wind and crashing of waves. His was a solitary existence, that of the lighthouse keeper. He was a short, stocky little hermit, a typical seaman. He had a circular face and his features were blanched like a sea pebble. Rugged up in dark clothes, he stood with his arms folded across his chest, his shoulders hunched forward against the wind. A pair of piercing blue eyes remained fixed on the fishing line, only occasionally darting out across the sea, and his unsmiling lips, dark and generous, were pursed together in concentration. A course grey beard cascaded down his chest and a tattered woollen beanie hid a head of snowy white hair. The old man began to gather his fishing equipment and slowly, he made his way up the rocks. He passed quite close to where I was sitting, but did not acknowledge me. I studied his face. The skin reminded me of beach cliffs, weathered by the coastal elements and lined with crevices. He paused for a moment, gazing out to sea, before disappearing into the lighthouse. His knowledge was not the knowledge of books, it was an understanding of his own natural world.

CHILDHOOD TERRORS A tiny pair of terrified eyes peeped out from under a pile of ruffled blankets. A young girl lay trembling, staring at the huge, dark figure which appeared to be glaring at her from the corner of the bedroom. Her body quivered with fright. The black figure was creeping closer to her bed. The young girl's head quickly darted back under the protection of her warm blankets and she clung onto the teddy bear in her arms. Tiny hands were covering the girl's ears. She was trying to block out the monsters "0000s" and "aaahhs", but no matter how hard her little hands pushed against her ears the ghostly noises could still be heard. The carpeted floor under the bed creaked and the petrified girl let out a piercing scream! The bedroom light was switched on and the soft, soothing noises of the child's mother relaxed the tiny, trembling body. The girl's head came out from hiding and her blood shot eyes searched the room for the terrifying beast. The dark figure had disappeared and in its place was a pink dressing gown hung over a chair. Once again the fearful monster had hidden when her mother had entered her room. She knew her mother did not believe in the creatures which lived in her room at night. Sally's tears were wiped away from her face and her mother explained the monster was only in her imagination and that she should think of happy thoughts and she will go to sleep. The bedroom light was switched off and darkness surrounded Sally. Her tiny eyes were tightly shut and she tried taking her mothers advice by picturing flowers and butterflies. Sally could feel the fur of her teddy bear against her skin and this calmed her fiercely beating heart. Suddenly the floor boards under Sally's bed creaked and her head was thrown under the woollen blankets. Realizaing it was the monster under Sally's bed she decided the only way to get rid of it would be to keep very still and quiet. It would soon think she was not there and would disappear. Sally lay with her eyes closed and her tiny body completely still. Her heart beat had doubled its pace and she was stifling hot under her blankets. Eventually her muscles began to relax and her heart beat returned to its normal pace. The monster which lurked under Sally's bed disappeared from her imagination and eventually after many tossings and turnings exhaustion overtook Sally and she fell asleep with her teddy bear resting beside her. The monster however has not gone forever. When Sally is alone and awake in the darkness the shadows and objects in her room will once again be transformed into the frightening, grotesque monster.

Nikola McGrath Year 12

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ROSES IN THE WIND The rose petals were fading. They were making a pool of tears at the bottom of the rose vine, then blowing away as if they no loneer cared for their destiny. The wind was calling, calling to the winter, while the sun bore down as if it was the last day in time for it to give us warmth; as if to beat the dreary winter to bring the clouds and cool. All the trees around are naked, bare for the winter. No tender leaves to love them and keep them warm. Destitute and rejected are deciduous, yet soon enough they will bud and bloom in harmony for the spring concert of colours. No longer will they be dormant. But all too soon the mist will start to roll in, covering the world like a Sultan's magic carpet, and the frost will be cracking under foot. However the unforgettable scent of the rose will always linger, helping us to wait for springe4,

LONELINESS

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THE NOBLE HORSE

Amidst the thunderous sound of war, A brave young soldier dies, Among the scattered bodies strewn, Awaiting death he lies.

Pure and swift is the noble horse The arch of his neck so proud the beauty of course so clear and loud And the sound of his neigh upon the wind so strong that not a soul dare to slay This noble beast This beautiful creature that we at least call the horse.

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For many, a worn and beloved instrument discovered in a dust-choked attic recalls joyous memories. This instrument has given great pleasure to many listeners.

Fog blankets a white world, a definite layer which cruelly separates mother earth from the heavens. All is dead in that fresh morning air, dead and cold. Nothing moves, no one stirs, for the sun has just recently risen. Weak in its warmth, it has yet to take the chill of night from the crisp air, to entice life's creatures with its dazzling splendour. Already though, the day holds promise. The foggy haze lifts with steady motion, onwards and upwards, a supplicating gesture. No clouds mar the beauty of the wide expanse of brightest blue, nor shadow the purity of the untouched snow, smooth as the icing of the cake on Christmas Day. A river flows through that perfect world, bubbling crystal clear and icy cold from the mountains which squat all around. Rocks break through the gentle surface, dark with wet and rounded with age. Trees huddle together in sullen groups, ice on stripped branches, self-centred, delicately fragile. New maturity shines happily from a now fogless sky as a figure breaks free from its haven, the trees. Rider and horse move fluently forward, existing as one and thinking alike. With snow-covered hooves the brown horse prances on, lifting shod feet high with each step made. Muscles ripple beneath the streaming hide, twitching with anticipation, longing to run. But the rider holds back with practiced skill, communicating quietly with whispered words of love, holding the reins with capable hands. Her face is dreamy and bathed in light as she lifts it to the sun, eyes closed in exultation. She has no words, not now. Golden hair shifts in a haze as she looks around, drinking in the sights as she never has before. A beautifully cut riding habit of warm dark blue betrays the spoilt life she has left behind, where pompous tutors and snobbish parents leave no room for tomboy ways. Mud caking the long, shiny riding boots, and the unused leather whip held carelessly in one tiny hand, she leans forward to embrace her companion, declare her contempt for the system condemning her as only a girl. Too much needlework has been done, too many apple trees climbed, and too much punishment meted out for her to appreciate the benefits of a mountain chalet. Cheek against the warm body of the horse, a frown puckers her brow, and her head jerks up as the peace of the moment is shattered by the cry of her name. With a fleeting glance behind, a mischievous smile accompanied by dimples chases the black look away, and with a quick pat on the neck, both know they will run. Legs stretch at last into a gallop, head straining forward, mane and tail flying. Still with the wicked light in her eyes, the girl crouches forward in the saddle, urging him on with words in his ear. Snow flies in the race for time as the pair elude tutor and stiff drawing rooms alike. Safe in some trees, they disappear beneath the snow-line, where the ankledeep snow trickles reluctantly to a halt. But the snow lies broken behind them, telling tales in no uncertain terms. They will not remain safe for long.

A layer of antique dust covers the now dull black surface as the sun's rays illuminate the faceless casement. Embodied in the coffin-like case it waits, not for its life to end but to begin. Unclasping the strange casement, a musty tang is released that appears to exude from the crevices, unveiling the being. Clothed in soft red velvet and aged with time it lies stiffly, waiting to be brought to life. A gentle stroke and it sings to the world with a magnificent mellow and rich tone. Its time has again come. The body is smooth and flawless with its neck extending long and gracefully to a scroll of intricate carving. The neck is worn smooth from the years of playing. Only one hand has touched this precious part and yet indentations are formed from the care and nervous crafting of the musician. Sweat and grease exuded from the hand of a past master endeavouring to fumble for the right position, is now engrained in the neck. The awakened instrument breathes life, as in unison the horsehair is drawn across the langurorous strings in pace with the fingers as the notes ring out and cry with joy. it calls like the gushing of water from a mountain stream which changes its pitch as it tumbles in jubilation over the rocky bed. The ecstasy of the bow hitting the string mounts pressure and tension as fingers and bow rapidly fight for a vibrant sound to be created. The birth of a new piece has begun! New-born and immature, but now dressed in its full clothes of glory the single sigh of joy rises, enveloped by a cloud of notes. The notes become melodies and melodies intertwine and enrich the flavour and texture of the piece. Two bodies have joined, becoming one. The sweet, dulcet tones of elation slowly die leaving separate, empty and hollow bodies gliding to mysterious ends — fates which are so different and yet so similar. The musical qualities of each body lie deep within, and only when touched are the shivers of delight revived. Each body has its own unique fate but only in full ecstasy are their private fates drawn together by a more powerful being — the divine love of music. The separation of the bodies leaves each fatigued, worn and fiery. The warmth of their energy ebbs out of their possessed bodies as reluctantly their emotions die. They are filled by a satisfaction so complete that the chills of tenderness echo in their lustful wake. Each body can now lie dormant and muse on the melodious tones that enveloped the heart of the music. M. Le Breton Year 12

Emma Jackman Year 12

WINTER SEA The storm of winter hit the coast with spectacular results, as a high charged bolt of lightning splits the heavens. An ear splitting clap of thunder shatters the calm, the aftermath of rumbling rolls and tumbles through the steady bank of heavy clouds. Such a light extravaganza provides a stark contrast against the richly purple clouds which seem to rest on the waters, then swirl upwards in turmoil, thriving with electric energy. The seas too are charged with black anger, tossing and churning with rebellious fury. The steely grey waters are capped by icy white, as they foam and froth in the frenzied state. Magnificently beautiful in the extent of their passionate strength, the waves' fingers lash the dull grey sands, eating away at their stability. Still harder, as anger increases, their fists pound the self sculptured rocks; the invincible image of solid foundation stands as a vulnerable victim to the fuming wrath of the winter seas. Nothing dares to challenge the strength of the ocean. It exists as the aged warrior, eternally superior, brutally destroying anything foolish enough to appear disrespectful in the face of such an enigma. The legacy of fatalistic encounters remains. Skeletal ships line the coast as haunting reminders. Clare Fallaw Year 12 62

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Listen, to the wind come tearing through the grass, The air is wild with thistles and leaves. After the wind has pasSed, The shadowless trees stand in silence. The field which was once full of wheat, Lies motionless and sweet. As the night gradually moves on. The frost begins to settle and the 'bright silver moon rides in silence. The squirrels begin to crawl into the oak trees, With their chestnuts and food ready for the cold wintry days ahead.

Sand, golden, gritty, burning, endlessly stretching, flicking, sand. Sky, blue, glistening, heavenly, brightly shining, cloudless, sky.

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DESTRUCTION

THE MIRROR CRACKED...

I stand so tall I am life. I see all, But am not seen by all I am home to some Comfort and security But you insist on cutting me down.

The fire roared in the hearth, its flames alternately reaching out into the darkness and ebbing back into its blazing heart. From the high-backed leather chair a man, his hands gnarled and stained by the passing years, reached out a poker and enraged the flames further still. As the blaze grew stronger, its light threw crazy shadows across the huge oak bookcase, shelves filled to overflowing with tales of heroes and fire-breathing dragons, memories of yesterday, times dead and gone. The old man coughed, a harsh rasping sound, then reached shakily for the glass of whiskey that rested on the delicately carved table beside him. He drank jerkingly and when he leaned over to replace the glass, the manuscript on his lap slipped and scattered its contents on the oriental rug. He made no move to retrieve the pages and in the silence that followed a cold fell upon the room. From the wall, the lifeless eyes of the old man's hunting triumphs stared out at him, memories of greatness, driven now against panelled walls and encased in the decades. Above them, his rifle, still cleaned religiously, still gleaming and still deadly. In the fireplace a single flame rose upwards, allowing itself to be captured for a moment, in the glint of his grandfather's hunting sword. The hollow man grunted as he leaned over to gather up his manuscript. In his hands, he held his life — a life of power, of battles and of victories, engraved in page after page of black ink. With slow, shaking hands he reached out and offered his soul to the hungry red and ochre flames.

I am one reef Amongst many others, So why should I matter? I could be ruined, would that matter? Things grow on me Life is found in me But you insist on eroding me away. I am the ocean I cover most of the earth I am external But with the way you are treating me I will not be eternal. I could be clean I could be free from rubbish But you insist on polluting me fatally.

Marnie Carroll Year 12

I am the Antarctic A barren sacred land I am special But you treat me as if I were not special. I am a polar environment Which many depend on But you insist on using and destroying me. I am one society You are another I think I am right But you think you are right. We could talk and agree And settle our differences But we insist on war. I am destruction I am your living nightmare I care about no-one I will ruin everyone and save no-one. Everyone will be destroyed eventually Some way or another But you insist on using me to get what you want. Jennifer Opie Year 10

CHILDREN'S REALITY Shadows on their silent feet Glide across the bedroom wall. Lie very still; make not a sound For fear they'll answer to your call. Twelve strong strokes of blackest night Rip the fabric of this world, And streaming through this gaping tear Are horrors that make blood turn cold. Icy veins and thumping heart Wishing for the bright daylight. But they want blood. A scream rings out Mad laughter echoes through the night.

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Selby Brown Year 10

AFRAID The darkness surrounds me, 1 shiver and quake For I am afraid, The darkness moves in closer, 1 see figures dancing For my imagination runs ‘kild. sit up with a start, 1 hear a noise Fol. I think that there is something Or someone in the room. As 1 fall asleep The darkness fades away And I am no longer afraid. Ruth Van Leerdam Year 11

THE REALITY OF LAURA

VIEW ON YEAR 12

At the time I did not understand; therefore I did not grieve. I felt a kind of childish sadness — but not the soul-destroying, engulfing grief that draws one into oneself. This I only experienced through the observation of others. It is somewhat ironic that nobody was observing me. For anyone who wishes to know how I reacted, I tell them now. Food. It is strange that the fondest memories I hold onto, of this man, are centred around it. "Tea and Toast" was a favourite. Whenever I stayed at my Grandparents' house, this delicacy I would receive. I didn't really enjoy tea at such a young age. But the joy of sitting in bed with my grandad, his grey hair fuzzy from the turmoil of sleep, was profound. My grandmother, Nanny as we call her, would cut the toast into three "finger" slices to I could manage it with ease. I took this all for granted as children often do. At present, I think of smoking as a foul, disgusting habit. Once though, I thought every grandad smoked. My grandfather had about half a packet of cigarettes each day, as a result of developing the habit in World War II. Most men took up the drug of Nicotine, in some form, as a tension and stress release in New Guinea, where he served. I wonder if, at the time, he thought of the addiction as life-threatening. Once, years ago, a little girl stood in the driveway on Easter Sunday, while her grandad lit a cigarette. It's stange that he never smelt of smoke. Not many children understand the language or conversations of adults. They are filled with politics, economics and other current issues and analyses which have no meaning for a child. However, this conversation I understood. "Are you sure you shouldn't have it checked at the hospital, Dad? Chest pains can be very serious!" "No, don't worry, I'll be fine!" I was sure my Grandad knew what he was talking about. It was his pain after all. A quick reassurance was all I needed. "Mummy, is Grandad okay?" "Yes Laura!" I trotted off to devour an Easter gift from the bunny. My memories of the next two days are fragmentary. Through the anarchy and chaos of the sirens, illness, hospitals, sleeping next-door, distressed faces, heart and cardiovascular systems and worried phone-calls, one image penetrates, shining. My mother came home after a visit to Intensive Care and told me "Grandad asked how you were today',' I thought that a very heroic thing. Just to confirm matters, I said to her "He won't die or anything will he?" not believing for a second that what I was asking might be true. "Of course not:' was the reply. I knew my mother was always right. I drowned in her hug. The rest of the story has been lost in the labyrinth of my mind. A black hole exists in my life where I can't recall what I perhaps don't wish to recall. I went once to put flowers on my Grandad's grave, about a week or so after his death. I never visited there again. It was there that my faith went to the wall, although I didn't realise. No longer did I believe that my parents and grandparents were always correct. Their tears told me that life wasn't perfect. That good people don't always get what they want or deserve. My childhood was left there on the grass. As was my utopia. Trauma often affects an adult immediately. Not so often does it so quickly affect a child. The severity of death was obvious to me then. The eternity of death is obvious to me now. There is a time in one's life when one comes to respect and value the elders of society. Grandparents fulfil a need which everyone has. But my "Nanny and Grandad" have been reduced to only one. I didn't understand what I was burdened with at the time. I wish that was still the reality.

The trip was bumpy and noisy, with people chatting and yelling. It was early in the morning, I knew then that the holidays were over and workload and stress were going to begin. The bus stopped and all the children got off. My friend and I walked through the big gates, knowing it was going to be our last and final year of school. The motivation for the year is high, but how long will it last? The first week was more fun than I thought. No-one had problems. We were all coping with the workload; it was like the year before, but we were the head of the senior school this time. The classes were really great, because my good friends were in my class. We all had our folders neat, and pencil cases full with our tools for Year Twelve. We were all coping with school, homework and life, but how long would that last? We are in the middle of the year. By now we have learnt that if we are not organised and well-planned we become stressful people. These people stay up all night — the night before the work is due. Some even take days off work or wag classes to catch up with work. But it just creates many more problems than these people can handle. The workload comes on with drafts of CAT's and work requirements. My friends have become irritable over school work. But how long will it last? My friend's motivation is declining, and there are signs of irritability and stress in the Year Twelve common room. Some have learnt to cope with the workload and the stress and talk about their homework and the way they are coping. Some brag at being able to do work the night before and achieve an A or B. Some students are envious, because they plan and prepare and still only get C's or D's. Sometimes I wonder if it's the name on the top of the report that determines the mark given. A year that started on such a positive note has become negative and futile. But how long will it last? The end of the year is here. So we have to decide on a university and course. "I want to be a doctor or lawyer", you used to say. But this time it's the real choice. All the way through secondary school you think of the career you will take when you leave. At one stage you would change your mind about your course every month. But as you decided on the profession you realise you have to see the career teacher to see if you are doing the right subjects, otherwise you won't get the career you decided on. The room is noisy with chatter and printing sounds. You close the door behind you and look around trying to see where the career teacher is. You think it was a big mistake coming in at lunch time, it's as busy as the Saturday market. Then you see a face coming up from behind a job guide; it's the weary face of the career teacher. You quickly walk over and start to talk. The information hunt starts. I think about the course I would like to do — Catering and Management — to get me into the Hospitality industry. I plug off to the Career Information Centre and take a look at the university entry requirements, the course structure, subject details, and the application for enrolment. At this time I put myself to the test to see which courses I really have a chance to get into. I see a cut off of 300 — a lump develops in my throat. I consider taking a TAFE course. But it is not all that bad as you notice the change in your work, when you realise near the end of the year that you must perform well to have a chance with the huge competition. Soon it will be the end of the year. The results will show who has coped and who has not ... but does this indicate who will really cope out in the big world? Sally Norton

Laura Hughes Year 11

HOMEWORK! I hate homework - I really do, Science, Maths and English too. We get too much, it's so unfair, I feel like pulling out my hair. We get homework piled up high, Up, up, up into the sky. Annita Williams Year 7 66

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THE KEY TO LONELINESS I have the key to loneliness And everyday as I wake up I turn the key, and open the door And step into the world of loneliness.

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shat was there to live for? Certainly not the business. Nothing was left of that. His business had been his dream. Since his lonely,. orphaned childhood, he had been building his dream in the memo._ of a man he vaguely remembered as his father. He had tried desperately hard to rebuild his father's fallen empire. Now it had fallen again. Imssible. Incomprehensible. His firm had been a huge success. His books full of clients. But his accountants had badly managed the firm's> ey„ investing in unstable shares. The shares crashed through the floor; and the firm lost everything. There was no-one in this town who would p him get the business off the ground. Anyone who might be capable of that was jealous of his: mind for business and his success. He was competition and competition was resented in a town this size. N,tk He had to tight his battle alone. He had only felt loneliness for almost as long as he could remember. Losing ones family does that to a young, child. He turned the noo over in his hands. This was the best thing to do. He stepped up ont the old keg. Its rotting boards creaked with the strain. Gingerly he slipped the noose over his head and under his chin. His mouth was dry and parched so that he found it difficult to swallow. His stomach was knots and his palms were sweating. His head felt light and dizzy. H shut his eyes and tried to imaeine death. He could be with his fam once again. The door creaked on its hinges. Folly, his honey coloured cockerspani sat in the doorway. Her large doe eyes pleaded with him. She seem to be weeping. What would become of Folly? Folly was his friend. Sh relied on him. He relied as heavily on her. She trusted him and had fait in him. She would never leave him. And suddenly he remembered h wasn't alone. Dying was not his only choice. He had a lot to live fo He had built hp a business and a reputation before. He could do it agai He felt happier. Outside some birds sane. The warm sun had come o and shone through the crack in the doorway. He no longer chive The choice was his and he chose to fight. He smiled at Folly and touch the noose around his neck. The ancient keg creaked under his weight. Immediately he felt happier. He took a deep breath. Yes. Things were definitely looking up. The frail keg's wooden boards sagged beneath him; and eave way, He fell before being abruptly brought to a halt. The noose snapped his neck. His limp body sagged and twirled on the end of the rope. He was wrong. Fate had chosen for him.

Kate Morgan Year 7

Rachel Mansfield Year 12

And every night I lock the door And dream of the world of happiness Of how I used to li e, Of how hopefully, I will live. I used to dwell in the world Waking up every morning Eager to get on with my But all that changed w

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LUCERNIAN PRIZES 1992 Junior Year 7 and 8 1. Aisha Ryan Year 8 2. Katarina Konkoly Year 7 3. Kelly Hughes Year '7 Intermediate Year 8 and 9 I. Noni Karobka Year 10 2. Nerissa Kamp Nbar 10 3. Sam Michalek Year 10

Senior Year 11 and 12 1. Marnie Carroll Year 12 2. Nikola McGrath Year 12 3. Melissa Baxter Year 11

MORONGO OLD COLLEGIANS MORONGO OLD COLLEGIANS ASSOCIATION INCORPORATED The purposes for which our incorporated association is established are: 1. To afford opportunities for the periodic reunion of Old Collegians. To foster and manitain the sentiments of affection and loyalty for the College (M.G.C.) 3.

To promote the welfare and advancement of the education at the College (M.G.C.)

OLD COLLEGIANS' COMMITTEE OF MANAGEMENT PRESIDENT:

Jan Hosie (Park)

SENIOR VICE PRESIDENT:

Jan Knight (Anderson)

JUNIOR VICE PRESIDENT:

Sue Lamb (Gayer)

SECRETARY:

Elizabeth Taylor (Chapman)

ASSISTANT SECRETARY:

Lyn Collins (Crellin)

TREASURER:

Jeanette Middleton (Potter)

ASSISTANT TREASURER:

Heather Angus (McKinnon)

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V. Fallaw (Walter), A. Mahoney (Simpson) P. Warland (Robertson), J. Croll (Pettitt) E. Logie Smith (Buchanan)

LUNCHEONS FOUNDERS DAY - 19th June Last year was the first time the Old Collegians took an integral role in the plan- • ning and participation of this event. Due to its significance and the obvious enjoyment experienced by those who attended last year, the committee agreed it should once again be actively promoted amongst Old Collegians.

COMMITTEE: Marie Andersen (Parker)

Helen Hill (Darby)

Jenny Battye (Miles)

Jan Knight (Anderson)

Desma Blow (Roberts)

Joy Rau (Strong)

Jennie Currie (Bradshaw)

Sally-Ann Thomson (Cuttriss)

Beverley Egan (Bell)

Ann Waayers (Jarman)

Elizabeth Grundell (Richardson)

Pam Warland (Robertson)

Margaret Henderson

Dawn Weijers (Armstrong)

Margaret Hiddleston

June Winter (Hartwick)

Contact Secretary:

052 78 3595

Pauline Seitz (Head Prefect 1959) was the guest speaker at the special assembly. Pauline's talk was most inspiring and thoroughly enjoyed by the students and all in attendance. A luncheon followed with the dining room having been decorated with a range of beautiful floral arrangements, thanks to the creative work of Liz Grundell (Richardson). I believe a highlight of the day was the presence of two of our past principals Miss Shaw and Miss Brookshaw and nine of our Foundation students. Founders Day has certainly become a significant day in the life of the school calendar. It is a day when the School Council, present and past Principals, Foundation students, relatives of our Founders, Old Collegians, Parents, Staff and present Students come together to celebrate this special event. Next year this celebration will be held on Friday 18th June. Do try and come. More information will appear in the February newsletter.

CANBERRA BRANCH: President:

Heather McKean (Barber)

Secretary/Treasurer:

Sue Beech (Cameron)

Contact Secretary:

061 258 6394

SPRING LUNCHEON: 9th September Old Collegians, their friends and members of the school community met over a luncheon prepared by the Old Collegians Committee under the capable direction of Helen Hill (Darby). Lorrie Lawrence (Wood), our speaker, left Morongo in 1956 and went on to complete her Commerce Degree and Diploma of Social Works. After working twenty years as a Social Worker she decided to extend her love of nature and gardens into a daily occupation and went on to gain her Diploma of Landscape Gardening. Currently Lorrie runs a landscape gardening business as well as designing and consulting.

GOULBURN VALLEY BRANCH: President:

Julie Osment (Williamson)

Secretary:

Sandra Macintyre (Bufton)

Treasurer:

Gwen Jensen (Bradshaw)

Vice Presidents:

Libby Douglas (McCann)

Since 1986, Lorrie has written monthly features for the Australian Home Beautiful and occasionally for the Age, Your Garden, and The Australian Garden Journal. With Jane Edmanson, she has recently co-authored her first book "The Australian Garden", to be released in November.

Di Cunningham (Street) 057 97 6242

Contact Secretary:

PRESIDENT'S REPORT What has the Old Collegians Association achieved for 1993?

MELBOURNE BRANCH: President:

Faye Lee (Pope)

Secretary:

Merran Hall (Urquhart)

Treasurer:

Sandra Oriander (Stevens)

Contact Secretary:

03 500 9687

Keeping in mind the three purposes of our association, I believe we have achieved a great deal. One sees many additional possibilities for other achievements, however, lack of sufficient time to consider and to plan, continues to be our constraint. My sincere thanks go to all the Branch Executives for creating opportunities for their members to share in Old Collegian activities, and for contributing to the financial needs of the Association, which in turn enables us to purchase items of need for the school.

SOUTH AUSTRALIAN BRANCH: President:

Sonya Stewart (Cameron)

Secretary:

Ross Islip (Wishart)

Treasurer:

Jeanette Drake (Walker)

Contact Secretary:

08 272 3007

I am indebted to each member of the Committee of Management for their timeless contribution in the organisation of the many activities which continue to play such an important role within the Association. I have also appreciated their support and willingness to consider new possibilities for broadening our contact with branches, the membership as a whole and the student population. I consider it fortunate that our Association holds such close links with the school. We are grateful for the constant cheerful and willing support we receive from the office staff. Nothing is ever too much trouble for Noelene, Karen and Heather. We experience this same help and cheerfulness from Isobel Deller in the Development Office and from Mark, the school gardner and Cathy and her staff in the kitchen. Finally our sincere thanks to Mrs. Judy Watt who continues to encourage our involvement in the life of the school and is always looking for and responding to new ideas which create even greater links between the Old Collegians and the School Community. In completing my term of office as President, I wish to thank those who entrusted me to the position. I have considered it both a privelege and an honour to have served in this capacity for our association. Jan Hosie

WESTERN DISTRICT BRANCH: President:

Judy Ross (Reid)

Secretary/freasurer:

Jeanette Brennan (McGregor)

Contact Secretary:

055 62 3953

WIMMERA BRANCH: President:

Kathleen Ellifson (Bennett)

Secretary/Treasurer:

Ida Bourke (Brewster)

Vice President:

Jenny Heard (Anderson)

Assistant Secretary/Treasurer:

Wilma Oram (Dunlop)

Contact Secretary:

053 99 2222

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