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THE LUCERNIAN Magazine of Morongo Girls' College, Geelong

Term 3 1986

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Council Notes Principal's Notes Staff School Officials Editorial School Captains' Report Boarding House Reports House Reports Music Sport Junior School H.S.C. Pages Valete & Salvete Awards 1986 Old Collegians' Section Phoenix — the literary section Art

Volume: 6 No: 2

Members of Council 1986 Mr. R.J. Robb, Chairman Mr. W.H. Harvey, BE., F.I.E. Aust, F.A.I.E, AF.AI.M. Deputy Chairman Mrs. J.L Emerson, aA, Dip. Ed. Mr. R.J. Bourke, A.A.S.A., C.P.A, A.C.I.S., AI.B.A, A.A.I.M., Mr. W.T. Cook, B.A B.Sc., T. S. T. C. Mrs. H.E Hallowes, LLB. (Melb.) Dip. Ed. (Melb.) Mr. I.S. Knight Mr. I.R. Knox, LLB. Mr. E.C. Laird, C.B.E, Dip.Arch.Dn., LF.R.AI.A, AR.I.B.A

The Rev. G.G. Lehmann, B. Comm.Dip.Ed., T.P.T.C., M.AC.E Mr. A.J. Lawson, Dip.TexInd. Mr. G.C. Notman, D.F.C., J.P. Miss EM. Parkes, Dip. N.Ed., F.C.N.A. Mr. N.H. Pettitt AR.AC.I. Mrs. AS. Solomon Mr. J.S. Venters, B.E.M., Nat Med. Mrs A Young, M.B.B.S.

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Council Notes The Induction of Mrs. Judith Watt RA, Dip. Ed., Grad. Dip. Currie. Admin. M.A.C.E. as Principal of Morongo, was held in the Gertrude Pratt Hall before a full assembly of students, staff, council members and invited guests, on Thursday September 25th. The School Chaplain Rev. L Barker conducted the service, and the address was given by the Rev. AN. Parton, Chaplain," Newlands", Haileybury College. Mellisa James,the School Captain,read the lesson, and Mr. John Robb ,Chairman of the Council, delivered the charge to Mrs Watt

The Council are enjoying working with Mrs Watt who has had a very busy two terms settling into her position as Principal, getting to know the students, staff, parents, council members, and old collegians, as well as ensuing a smooth change for Morongo to a four term year in 1987. The Senior Student Centre is nearing completion, and will be ready for the start of first term next year. The new building will be named the Dulcie Brookshaw Senior Student Centre in recognition of the dedication and service given to the School by Miss Brookshaw, and the official opening will be held on Friday April 3rd. next year. 1

From The Principal The service for my induction as the fourth principal of Morongo was an impressive occasion — solemn yet exciting— for all who were present The guest speaker, the Rev. Alan Parton, Chaplain of 'Newlands', Haileybury College, used 'New Beginnings' as the theme for his address. He not only reminded us that a new principal meant new beginnings for all in the Morongo community, but that opportunities for new beginnings are put before us everyday and wherever we may be. Here at Morongo girls are given many such opportunities A wide range of subjects and courses is offered to cater for the different interests and abilities of students. Each girl is encouraged to achieve the very best possible standard in whichever field of study she chooses to enter. Also, within our school program leadership and co-operative skills are able to be developed by participation in many different sports, musical activities. Involvement in these not only adds to the richness of each student's experience, but prepares her to more easily embark on new beginnings in life beyond school days at Morongo. By the end of this term, another new beginning will be evident for by then the construction of the centre for senior students will have been completed. Girls in Years 11 and 12 next year will be able to take advantage of the fine facilities it provides— the spacious quiet study, the tutorial rooms for small classes and discussion groups, the new locker and toilet areas, and the very comfortable common room The advantages of this new building will become more apparent as we move further into the two year Victorian Certificate of Education program. The auditorium which adjoins this building will become the A-V centre for the school and will be available for the use of all sections of the school community. Morongo has a Council enthusiastic for the future of girls, a caring, highly qualified staff, dedicated to helping each girl develop her talents to the full and to achieve the highest possible standards, and fine buildings and facilities set in beautiful and historic surroundings. I hope that all girls and parents will take full advantage of the opportunities for new beginnings that are offered here. Mrs. Judith Watt

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Mrs. Judith Watt

Staff 1986 Principal• Mrs. Judith Watt, B.A.(Melb.) Dip.Ed.(Melb.), Grad.Dip.Curric.Admin., M.AC.E. Vice Principal• Mr. F. O'Neill, B.Sc., Dip.Ed., M.A C. E. Curriculum Co-ordinator: Miss J.L Batterbury B.Sc., Dip.Ed., Dip.Ed.Admin.

Senior School

Primary School

Mrs M. Alver Dip.Tea.B.Ed. Mrs. K Anderson Mrs G.P. Armstrong B.Ec., Dip. Ed. Miss D.J. Bard-Brucker BEd. (Art & Craft) Mr. LF. Barker B.A, Dip.R.E. Mrs. LJ. Bremner B.A. Mrs C.M. Carroll BA, Dip.Ed. Mrs. J.F. Cohn B.Sc., Dip.Ed. Mr. D.G. Connoley B.Ec. & Politics (Hons) Dip.Ed. Mrs. J.A. Cummins B.A, Grad.Dip.Lib., A.LA.A. Mrs. I.J. Deller A.T.C.L, A.S.D.A. Mrs. P.A. Evans B.A. Mr. R.B. Ferguson B.Sc., Dip.Ed. Mrs G.V. Fileborn Mrs LJ. Forbes Dip.F.D. & P., AC.T.T. Mr. P.F. Fox B.A. (Hons), Dip.Ed., M.A Mr. LH. Francis RA, C.T.Dip. Miss V. Fraser B.Ed., Phys.Ed. Miss M.H. Henderson B.Sc. Miss J.K Homberg BEd. Mr. C.G. Ingham T.ST.C., B.Ed. Mrs J.A Inkster B.App.Sc. Mrs. M.R. Klososzczyk BA, B.Ed., Dip.Ed., Dip.Sch. Management Grad.Dip.Ed.St, A.LA.A. Mrs. LV. Larcombe T.P.T.C. Mrs C.M. Mackenzie B.Sc.in Education Mrs. A Mammino BA, Dip.Ed. Mr. P.E Marks B.Sc., Dip.Ed. Mrs E.F. Martin LR.AM., U.LT.C. Mrs H. Melville Dip.Com.Prac., T.T.T.C. Mrs. H.J. Mitchell Higher Dip.Sec.Art & Craft Mrs E.J. Mocellin B.A, Dip.Ed. Miss M.J. Murray Cert Bus.Studies., Stenography Cert Mrs J.H. McNeil T.P.T.C. Mrs. R. Owen Certin Educ (L'pool) Mrs H.L Pateman, T.S.T.C. (Art & Craft) B.Ed. Mr. C.J. Pingel B. App.Sc.(Chem) Dip.Ed., B.Ed. Mrs. P.J. Quickmire M.A (Oxon), Dip.Ed. (Melb) Mrs. M.A Schmidt T.S.T.C. (Art & Craft) Mrs. S.E. Scott B.Sc., Dip.Ed. Mr. R.W. Seaton B.Sc., Dip.Ed., M.AC.E Mrs. M.L Smith B.Sc., RA, F.AC.B.S. Mrs. G.P. Spooner B.A, T.ST.C. Mr. J.C. Taylor Dip.Elec.Eng., T.T.T.C., B.Ed. Mrs M.E. Thom B.A, (Hons), Dip.Ed., Dip.Comp., M.AC.E, m.Aas. Mrs LJ. Thornton BEd. Mrs. U.M. Trigg B.A, Dip.Ed., LTh, Dip.Rel.Ed. Mr. J. van Galen Elec.Eng.Dip., T.T.T.C. Mrs. AC. Warren B.Sc., ALAA

Mrs Y. Fox T.I.T.C. (Head) Mrs B.A Egan T.I.T.C. Mrs. AL Elliott B.A. in Educ, Mrs H.J. Lawrence Dip.Teaching (Prim) Mrs S.S. Lea-Wood T.P.T.C., T.Sp.T.C., BEd., Spec.Ed. M.AC.E Mrs. B.J. Lovell B.Phy.Ed., T.S.T.C. Mrs E.F. Marsland Dip.Prim.Teaching Mrs. E.J. Robb N.S.W. DeptEd.Cert Miss EM. Syle Dip.Teaching

Office Staff Mr. H.R. Stewart B.Comm. AA.S.A. Bursar Mrs I. Anderson Mrs A Kelly Mrs V. Macvean Principal's Secretary Miss D. Mitchell Miss J. Galbraith — Library Clerical Assistant

Kindergarten Mrs H. Smith Dip.KT.C., Melb. Directress Miss G. O'Connor, Directress of Morongo/Lara Kindergarten, Dip.Teaching, Mrs. Pam Rowe, Kindergarten Assistant at Lara. Mrs J. Bartle, Kindergarten Assistant Mrs J. Currie, Kindergarten Assistant Mrs. J. Carter, Kindergarten Assistant

General Staff Mrs C.J. Chealuck Part-time Lab. Assistant Mrs. I. Halfacre Manageress Miss J. Angus Catering Officer

Boarding House Staff Mrs E Bills— Head of House Mrs B.I. McGregor Miss H.M. Smeaton Mrs. A Voce Sister E. Bowman Sister F. Caines

Music Staff Pianoforte: Miss D. Butler, A.T.C.L, LT.C.L, LMus, M.MusA, M.I.M. Mrs P. Spratt, LT.C.L, LMus, LR.S.M., M.I.M. Miss H. McKenize, B.Mus., LMus.A, AMusA. Violin: Mrs W. Galloway, LMus.A., A.Mus.A. (Term 1) Mrs M. Dwyer, D.S.C.M., Dip.Ed. (Terms 2,3) 'Cello: Miss M. Raynor Flute: Miss. L Peden, A.Mus.A. Clarinet: Mr. A Cox, B.A. (Mus) Guitar: Mr. Z Bilogrevic Theory: Mrs P. Spratt Miss H. McKenzie

Special Subjects Mrs. R. King, A.T.C.L. (Speech & Drama) 5

School Officials 1986 SCHOOL CAPTAIN — Mellisa James SCHOOL VICE CAPTAIN — Jacqui Jordan HEAD OF BOARDING HOUSE—Katherine Emerson SPORTS CAPTAIN — Fiona Lillie MUSIC CAPTAIN — Meredith Millard HOUSE CAPTAINS ARDENS — Amanda Manton HARRIS — Deidre Stewart LAWSON — Claire Donachie ROSLYN — Barbara McKie VENTERS — Christine Black

HOUSE HOUSE CAPTAINS DAVID — Belinda Campbell HEARNE — Sue Yan Mah McPHEE — Diana Rothacker NEILSON — Simone Dunn

School Officials 1987 SCHOOL CAPTAIN — Fiona Stone SCHOOL VICE CAPTAIN — Andrea Smith HEAD OF BOARDING HOUSE— Kim Douglas SPORTS CAPTAIN— Susan Shimmin MUSIC CAPTAIN — Nicole Graham HOUSE CAPTAINS ARDENS— Meredith Izon HARRIS— Felicity Morrison LAWSON — Suzanne Lawson ROSLYN — Kate Weaver VENTERS— Fleur McAllister ROBB— Genevieve Scott HOUSE HOUSE CAPTAINS DAVID— Fiona Swan HEARNE— Robin Shand McPHEE— Rosalind Hawkins NEILSON — Vicki Meyer 6

Editorial 1986 "I'm not a teacher: only a fellow traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead — ahead of myself as well as of you." GEORGE BERNARD SHAW Throughout my years at Morongo, the importance of self motivation and hard work has been stressed to me time and time again. I have been encouraged to find what I could do best and to achieve the highest possible standard. If I was a success, then it was due to hard work, but if I failed itwas my own fault Success is 1% genius and 99% hard work and commitment 'Sint Lucernae Ardentaes' can not be achieved without cooperation. In order to keep the lanterns burning, you must put in effort It is very well for the fellow traveller to light the fuse, but the students must fuel the fire themselves to keep it burning. In the first edition of the Lucernian Magazine in 1921, the Editress, Joyce Eddie, wrote "We should try not to miss any chances in life, for neglected opportunities never come back again..." Morongo offers the opportunity to find your place in society and gives a comfortable environment to learn. Students should know by now that learning comes in two forms— forma! and informal. Morongo not only provides the formal learning but also prepares us for the informal learning that still lies ahead of us after we leave.

During 1986, Morongo has been undergoing changes. The Senior Centre has steadily been taking shape, next to the Laird Centre and as the professionals were working on the new building, the amateurs, namely those girls involved in the Architect-in-Residence program, were busy decorating the old craft room. In the halls of power, changes were equally as great, with the arrival of Mrs. Watt as new'mother' of the Morongo clan, an arrival that caused a ripple of excitement in the school at the commencement of second term. We wish her well in her future at Morongo, in guiding the way for future students. This term's magazine has been the result of a lot of hard work by both committee and non-committee members. One noteworthy innovation is the inclusion of" Phoenix", The collection of creative writing begun by Mr. Ingham last year as a separate publication. I hope that you will read the Lucernian with pleasure and recognise the achievements of other Morongo pupils. Thank-you to all those who contributed and helped with the production of the magazine, especially Mrs. Quickmire. Louise Bourke Editress

Members of The Lucernian Committee Back: — J. Wynn, K. Robinson, S. spy, R. Reddrop. Front: — J. Potter, L. Bourke, S. Stewart.

School Captains' Report If anyone had told me on my first day at Morongo, surrounded by boisterous boarders and an atmosphere that reminded me of the old St Trinian's films, that I would one day feel sad at having to write a final report for the school magazine, I know that I wouldn't have believed them. "Four years", I thought, "in this place! what could Morongo possibly give me?" Four years later the inventory is taken and although there are both warm and trying memories I know that I leave with the experiences and skills that will help me deal with people and situations in the future. Morongo is not a protected paradise in which girls are allowed to hide from the real world, instead it provides a stable environment in which to learn, experiment and grow. A girl is allowed to remain a young girl a little longer, while still being taught to look beyond the confines of the school to what lies ahead and to what is expected of women in our society. The most important lessons taught at Morongo (besides the ever-important H.S.C.) are those about people. A school like Morongo draws together a wide range of people with different backgrounds and ideas. The close contact caused by the smallness of the school means that girls are exposed to different people and can benefit from each others experiences Girls have to learn to tolerate and live with differences in attitudes and beliefs by having to work and live together. Of course this interaction does not come automatically. Morongo also teaches that in order to receive, one must give. The way to gain the most out of this school is to become involved in its activities and people. Girls are encouraged to become involved in areas like Drama, Music, Sport, Debating, Photography or in school events, like the Country Fair. This involvement leads to a

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growing understanding of other people, of how to work as a team and of your own strengths and limitations It seems that the way to really begin to know yourself and others is to be thrown together working towards a common goal. The added advantages of being involved are learning new skills as well as meeting different people. Being part of a rowing crew and the mighty boarders, has provided me with a sense of togetherness and friends that I know I will feel close to for a long time. So many times this year, we've watched and been impressed by the initiative, enthusiasm and achievements of Morongo students The Music Competition, sporting events, social service events, the Drama Production, Debating, musical events and school events like the Senior Dance and the Open Day all showed off the high quality of the Morongo students May that pride in the school and each other and the initiative and ability to get things done, always remain an important part of Morongo. Perhaps what we've noticed the most this year is the help and support of both the staff and students There is a willingness and enthusiasm to work together, that made our jobs so much more rewarding and easier. From the small things like a reassurring word to the manpower for the Formal Dance and Country Fair, there has always been someone there to turn to. To Mrs Watt, Mr. O'Neil, the staff, students and prefects, we thank you; your support has made our roles (dare I say it?) a pleasure to fill! To the H.S.C. — a special thank you and good luck! To the girls remaining— treasure and use the time you have left. Leave Morongo satisfied and ready to move on. Thank you for your enthusiasm and support and good luck to all of you. Sint Lucernae Ardentes

Jacqui Jordan

Boarding House Report As was reported in first term, the Boarding House had a very hectic start to 1986. This has continued to be the case while the Boarding House has operated in full swing, and with particular style and spirit, during terms two and three. Although a fine balance between work and play has existed, I am sure that all of the boarders will agree that most of the highlights directly relate to our play. Activities have included a Tug-O-War and barbeque lunch, Junior Billiards Competition and miniathletics which have all contributed to the aggregate points of the House— Houses who contest for the award at the year's end. The Boarders' Dance was held early in third term, the theme being "The Swinging Sixties", and a great night was had by all of the Years 10, 11 &12 who dared to attend. One early morning (4:19 a.m. to be exact!) in midJuly, I was awoken by cries of, "Emo, wake up! It is snowing!" I opened my curtain to be met with both the sight of falling snow, and a handful of excited fifth and sixth formers below my window. Their enthusiasm soon died as they realized that they had to run to breakfast through the following sleet and howling wind. Early in July, a very busy day was had by all boarders. Most of the older members travelled to Melbourne University's Open Day to gain insight into the life of the University and its environment, including courses and residence. On this same day, the younger boarders aided the Salvation Army in their Red Shield Doorknock Appeal and raised a most commedable $600 through their efforts.

Thanks must go to a great Year 12 who have provided support to both the staff and myself. The House— House Captains, Belinda, Siew Yan, Diana and Simone have spread just that little bit of extra happiness and spirit amongst the boarders. I thank them all for their contribution throughout the year. I am also grateful for all that the domestic, grounds, and Boarding House Staff have done for the boarders during 1986. A special thank you to Mrs Bills who has continually acted in the interest of the girls whilst helping the Boarding House retain its strength. Mrs Watt must be thanked for all the effort and support she has provided to the Boarding House during the last two terms of the year. Many changes have taken place during her time here, and I'm confident that she will continue her already established association with the Boarding House, in the future. Finally, my greatest thanks must go to the boarders themselves. You have made my year as Head of the Boarding House a most enjoyable one. As my last year at Morongo comes to a close, and I reflect on my time here, it is my fond memories of the Boarding House that strike me most dominantly. Being a boarder at Morongo is special in itself; it provides an environment in which lasting friendships are founded while it also allows each and every girl to blossom in her own right. 1986 has been a mighty year for the boarders — I wish you many more mighty years and the mightiest of luck in the future. Katherine Emerson

Later in term two, entertainment was provided by the Year 12's, for both Years 9 & 10. The boarders in these years invited their day girl peers to join them in watching a video, dine on a hamburger and ice-cream sundae, and to spend the evening playing a variety of quiz games, including Trivial Pursuit. A number of boarders took part in the confirmation programme at St. Daivd's Church during second term. The Confirmation Service was held on August 10 and provided boarders with a service of special interest. The boarding House Committee has given endless support throughout the year, acting as the liaison between the students at the various levels and the staff. Their continued interest has ensured many achievements within the Boarding House, for the benefit of both the staff and students.

Boarding House Captains' Report Our first adventure this year began with a surprise tour around Queenscliff, compliments of Miss Brookshaw. Our enthusiasm dulled the "Spirit of Victoria" and our strength and discipline belittled that of the 'mighty' Staff College at the Fort. Soon after, the flags were raised and the first battle between Houses began, heralded by the tennis tournament of the year. Octo, Hocus Pocus, Neil and Sally competed, the victor being David House, followed by Hearne, Neilson and McPhee. Rob Lowe, Andrew Macarthy, John Travolta and Olivia Newtown-John were a few of the many stars shining with the boarders as they watched with intense awe at the numerous video nights held in the AV rooms. As popcorn flew and chips shattered, the boarders once again resumed their traditional style of "Pigging Out" whilst being enthralled in 'Grease', 'The Breakfast Club', 'Hotel New Hampshire' and 'Protacol'. Within the boarding house we held our equivalent of 'Pot Black'. The Junior boarders competed in a 'knockout pool championship' with Julia Harris emerging as champion.

Behind the music rooms the aroma of steak and hamburgers filled the fresh air as we swung into action. The Tug-O-War began with much heaving and combined house strength, as Neilson pulled in a victory, the boarders 'mightiness' showing with the continuous snapping of the rope. A rainbow of green, pink, yellow and white illuminated the Dining Hall as the boarders' annual birthday celebrations began. It was also the boarders' farewell to Miss Brookshaw. Overall, this evening was a success. To mark the end of the boarding year the miniathletics were held emitting no less splash of spirit than with which the year began. Best of luck to all boarders and especially the new House Captains for the coming year. BELINDA CAMPBELL: David SUE YAN MAH: Hearne DIANNA ROTHACKER: McPhee SIMONE DUNN: Neilson

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Ardens House Report The 1986 Summer hots brought back a cheery, tanned and very refreshed bunch of faces. My initial reaction to such an abundance of excitement was a nerve racking experience. I felt small and scared, shivering slightly and wondering anxiously what to say. With a big effort and a big 'hi' to everyone, Ardens launched into the year, finding the Norlane Pool a bit icier than the Queensland water we were all used to. Everyone was wet by the end of the day, not to mention Arnie (House Mascot) who was assisting the very loud and bubbly cheer squad. We ended with a close third. Congratulations must go to Trudi Knight (U/15 Champion) and Katrina James (U/14 Champion) for their starring efforts. A-R A-R-D A-R-D-E-N-S the voices ricocheted around the Morongo oval, as our next task was to master the athletics. Javelins soared through the air at breath-taking heights, matching the speed of the hurdlers, runners and jumpers. Ardens persevered with a great deal of effort, however our fifth place did not quite match the motivation. Special congrats must go to Andrea Smith who achieved the title of U/16 champion. Although not too brilliant in physical abilities, Ardens bounced forward with first place in the bottle competition, and managed to surpass all other houses. We were first also in the stamp competition; Special Ardenities in this field were Naomi Troup and the years 7 & 8 who proved their intellectual brilliance by counting past 10. Fully involved in second term, the winter croak was soon overcome by the harmonizing and angelic voices reverberating from the hall on Monday and Thursday lunchtimes. The mighty Ardenites chose the controversial theme of Africa. The massed choir, the thumping and pumping drama group and a smaller group of balladists, all achieved first place. The judges were quite overcome with our first line, "Hi ya, Hi ya, Hi ya, hoh i tombi Turn". Many thanks to Nicole Graham (House Conductor), Di Rothacker, Lisa Montgomery, Robyn Boyd and Ros Hawkins, who helped start the drum beat and transform the white cheery faces into black cheerier faces. All girls were kept busy and fit during the year paticipating in activities such as tennis, baseball, netball, hockey, table tennis and volleyball. The Year 11's deserve a big pat on the back for supervising and getting those staff muscles back into shape. 12

Although we didn't always come out in front the House or Ardens had a successful year in 1986, aided by the endless enthusiasm of all girls, especially Year 12 and House Staff. One very special mention mustgo to Lisa James and Fiona Lillie,for without their tissues and strong words of support, the year would not have been as easy as it was. Thanks to all who supported, cheered, participated and most of all, smiled. The magic words "Seek Wisdom" were reflected by all. Best of luck in 1987. Love and best wishes always. Mandy Manton

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Lawson House Report As the year is drawing to a close, I took some time to reflect on my 13 years at Morongo and my involvement with Lawson House. A question which I asked myself was "what makes a house function effectively?" I think a house only functions effectively when the girls that belong to that house become involved. This is probably the reason why the members of Lawson have so much housespirit and a warm feeling of belonging. As the house captain, it has been rewarding to see the support which has been given when requested, and to see so many girls willing to elp in any way they can. It has made my job so much easier and even more enjoyable and it also means that the house becomes more united, as girls are willing to work and share together. The Swimming and Athletic Sports are prime examples of how people work effectively together. Even though we didn't score highly, there was still that marvellous sense of house members being involved and supporting one another, either as competitors or as members of the cheersquad. Although it is extremely hard and frustrating to convince 90 girls that they should act like cats (without them thinking I'm crazy!), it never ceases to amaze me how it can all come together on the day, with hilarious performances by Fiona Swan and Anna Thomson and stylish conducting from Sue Lawson! As well as these performances, all members of Lawson should have felt proud as the standard of the Music Competitions this year was extremely high. Even though girls may feel that they can't run like Debbie Flintoff, swim like The Mean Machine or even sing like Suzanne Steele, with a team effort and much enthusiasm, you all proved that it could be done, as everyone's participation makes a house such as Lawson, function effectively and efficiently like it did this year.

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While my bedroom will feel empty without Oscar sitting there smiling at me, through the good times and the bad, Lawson will neve leave my memories as I have been honoured to be part of such a fantastic house. Keep up that great house-spirit! With much love and appreciation, Claire Donachie

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Roslyn House Report First term 1986 was definitely Roslyn's. Swimming sports were first on the agenda. The trials went very smoothly with all girls trying their hardest in all strokes but not everyone was able to compete in the sports. The non-swimmers warmed up their vocal chords ready to cheer louder than any other house. When the day arrived girls came in pale blue clothes of every kind. Roslyn girls flew down the pool, many obtaining firsts in individual events. When the results were announced, to many people's surprise, the best house won. Roslyn came on top with Nerida and Kate, the winning champions in their age groups and Sheridan, Katrina and Sally runners-up. Next came the bottle competition. Many girls bought along scores of jars and bottles. Roslyn came in a close third place. The Athletic trials seemed to drag on and cause problems in every direction but we found all our efforts worthwhile, for when the day came Roslyn girls sped down the track. Our outstanding result could not have been obtained without the support of the cheerers and mascots. A mention must go to Vera for the stupendous effort she put into that long 800 m. Although we came last in the novelty due to an unpoppable balloon we were crowned winners all round. Roslyn had gained their second first place. Sheridan, Melanie, Monika and Sue Shimmin also obtained individual awards. Second term started with Music competition practices. Although the many hours seemed long and tedious, all girls had to admit they were rewarding, just to see Kate Weaver with her excellent impersonation of Tinkerbell's Mother. Roslyn came in 4th place with our theme "People of the Sea." Thanks go to Kim Douglas and Kim Wood for their producing and directing of the drama. Also thanks must go to our pianists, Charissa Hee and Sally Bothroyd. The last event in 2nd term was the result of the stamp competition. When Roslyn's name was not read out, there were astonished faces throughout the assembly hall including those of Nicole and Georgie,our stamp collectors. Some how Roslyn's stamps had been misplaced but luckily soon found — Roslyn came an extremely close 5th place. I'd like to thank all Year 11 and 12 girls for their support and help throughout the year and particularly Sue Crowther who seemed to always know what was doing even when I didn't Thanks to all Roslyn girls and the staff for making '86 a great year. Good luck for the future, Roslyn. Barbara McKie 18

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Venters House Report

Eighty young ladies of all shapes and sizes Striving all year to try to win prizes; Some take to water, others the track, For House Drama acting our Gen's got the knack. The Lillies were bowling us over with singing, While Jacinta got our dancers frantically swinging, Louise got 1 billion stamps in the bag — Well, almost! — and she didn't even have to nag. Liz got the cheer-leader's prize at the pool, And didn't those swimcaps make us look cool! Our bottle collecting wasn't too grand, But those`Young Ones' impressions were the best in the land. Junior and Senior House sport was a buzz, Even with the newly formed 'Sports' Staff Fuzz'. In Aths. Ilsa really outran 'ern, out-threw 'em, And Flit's mother presented her darling with a spoo- en.

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We can't forget debating, we strong-minded spokeswomen, Our articulated gabble continues to confuse 'em, It's not that we talk all the time or too loud, It's just that in House Assembly chatting's allowed i?!?) The comps. have been fierce but great fun to take part in, All praises to Harris, Lawson, Roslyn and Ardens; Without them we couldn't show off the great skill That we nurture and foster up here on the hill. When we sell all those chocolates and get all those zits, And win the cross-country— then we'll call it quits. But I'll never forget you, the mighty DARK BLUES, With Victor's great coaching, it's real hard to lose. The year has gone by in a flash and a flurry, And this term I hand over all of my worry, But Venters, the MIGHTY, the COOL and the STRONG Remember' No Victory Without Effort' all your life long.

Any fly on the wall of Venters House room this year must certainly have learnt a thing or three about co-operation, enthusiasm, organizations, and participation. These four words just about sum up what being part of a House is all about It is not through wishful thinking that a whole year's activities, including the Athletics, the Swimming sports, the Music and Drama Competitions, and millions (31 other things occur. There has to be a willingness on the part of 80 individuals to work together for these things to happen. Leading such a large family, it is very rewarding to see our efforts pay off. I'd like to thank everyone in Venters for making my year such a fulfilling and enjoyable one— your co-operation and friendliness is always appreciated. So all take a bow cause you are ONE SINGULAR SENSATION. Best of Luck for Next Year (Venters 20th birthday) Chris Black

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Music Report To avoid saying "the term began with a splash as eager young athletes dived, swam and ran their way into the beginning of the year", I would like to say that it'started with quite a rusty squawk and a dusty squeak for the blond-bleached haired and sun-baked Morongoites". Yes, 1986 had arrived, however much we liked it or didn't— (I refer to the Year 12's). As usual, Morongo students with an undying love of music, had already attended the Music Camp at Geelong College in January, by the time we all came back to school in February. They, as I discovered, had had quite a "rage/' time, merrily making music while the rain poured down—(yes, it was Summer!) Speaking of making merry music, the drama production for this year was rapidly underway because the performance was to be in first term: Miss Brookshaw, after 15 years of devotion to the music and drama at Morongo, had "Under the Greenwood Tree" (an adaptation of Shakespeare's 'As You Like It") dedicated to her. The play featured not only a star-studded and budding young cast, but Mistress Martin's Merry Minstrals [the madrigal choir in disguise!). Members of the orchestra also added a lovely 'Shakespearey taste with interludes of medieval music. A newly stocked orchestra, of excellent standard, made its debut at our first lunchtime concert for the year: many other girls played solos and, as usual, we had to turn thousands away due to 'hall overload'! A truly virtuoso performance was heard by all who attended, however. Second term was greeted with immense excitement(and I don't refer to the coming House Music Competitions) We all, finally, got to meet Mrs. Watt who, much to our delight, was a model of a principal and showed immense interest in the musical side of the school. Something in which we have seen a change this term is the assemblies. Now we welcome Monday and Thursday mornings with a delicious taste of Morongo students' virtuoso talents which we never even knew existed and which we are all able to appreciate. Well, what more can I say before mentioning the inter-house Music/Drama Festival? Truly an unforgettable event for everyone— and boy, do I mean everyone — involved in the presentation. Ardens took away the'shield with "The Changing Face of Africa", followed by Venters rocking to the theme of "Auditions". Then came Harris with"Christmas", Roslyn with" Pirates", and Lawson with" Cats". The performance by each house was really top class and choosing a winner for the day wasn't necessarily the highlight, seeing the high standard reached by the houses was sufficient

Knowing the soft spot Morongo students have for groups who perform at our assemblies, I couldn't go without mentioning the Cederville Singers. Once again, this bunch of talented and truly American Cederville University singers entertained us and brought with them their characteristic religious theme. Their performance was memorable! Earlier in the term we had enjoyed a visit by Cheryl Barker and Peter Coleman-Wright, who not only sang, but gave us an insight into the operatic world. At the end of second term the Geelong Eisteddfod commenced, with heaps of Morongo students competing in the various sections; some of the instrumental successes are recorded on the Awards page. The madrigal choir came first (with considerable raving from the adjudicator), and the Junior School and Middle School Choirs also came first, over a power of top class competitors. Very soon after, the Senior Choir, for the first time in six years, competed in the South Street competitions in Ballarat Out of 10 highly refined choirs from all over the State, we came second— only 1 point away from the winners. In addition we won the sacred section, a boost to ego and a bonus of $25, making our winnings for the night $75 — not bad really! Sheer hard work and dedication are poured into training our choirs to achieve the high standard they maintain. Just thinking ahead, there's still heaps to go...the Church Service, the Carol Service, Valedictory evening and the middle school production of 'Cinderella'. There couldn't be any more I could cram into this "oozing-with-music" year, so I must conclude. Everyone who has had any interaction with music this year must, of course, be congratulated but to one person I take off my hat — she deserves the biggest cheer of them all. Hip, hip Hurrah to Mrs. Martin who spends unlimited time encouraging and developing all the musical talent at the school. She has, with the dedicated help of her loyal band of merry men (the music teachers) nurtured that rusty squawk and dusty squeak to a standard which would redden the face of any Hiroyuki Iwaki. I wish you all the best for the rest of your music making years at Morongo and remember— it is not the fact that the world's orbit is 583,400,000 miles long, it travels at 66,000 mph, it rotates on its axis once every 23 hrs, 56 mins and 4.1 secs, and that a point on the equator rotates at a rate of a little over 1,000 mph, which makes the world go round! Oh no, it is indeed MUSIC! Have Fun! Meredith Millard

The Senior Choir

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Sports Report First term started with a moan when it was announced that only the Tracy Wickhams and Lisa Curries who were trying out for the swimming were allowed to miss school. The Swimming Sports was a deafening experience, but ran smoothly despite the noise, with Roslyn leading the pack followed closely by Harris, Ardens, Lawson and Venters. Kate Weaver was then voted in as the swimming captain and led the team to a well deserved second place at the Geelong Girls' Schools' Swimming Sports at GGS. At the GPSVSA Swimming Sports in the State Swimming Centre we were less fortunate, coming sixth. In the first term three rowing crews competed in numerous regattas with unfortunately more defeats than victories, and a lot of tiresome training sessions in between. The main regatta for most crews was the School Girls' Regatta on Lake Wendoree; of course the wind was blowing as strongly as possible and it made rowing very difficult, with only the seconds making it to the final. Later the firsts went to Adelaide to compete in the Australian National Rowing Championships. They rowed well and got through to the semi-final. Already many girls have been training hard for the next rowing season. By the end of the Swimming Sports, the baseball and tennis stars were well into their strenuous training programme with students, rushing about to practices, matches and meetings, ably led by Lisa van den Belt and Wanna Kanawattanakul. The bus trips to the Round Robins were exciting, with plenty of food which amazingly didn't result in too many stomach-aches. Unfortunately the seniors didn't go very well, coming fifth overall in both the tennis and baseball. The intermediates were a little better, coming third in the baseball and fifth in the tennis. This juniors didn't have a Round Robin as it was too wet. The next big event was the Interhouse Athletics. After the predictable cancellation things got underway with people everywhere, except where the House Captains wanted them to be. Luckily it didn't rain on us, although the skies didn't look very welcoming. Roslyn once again took the honours, but only by 8.5 points to Venters, followed by Lawson, Harris and Ardens. By the time the Athletics were finally run we had already played three of the Saturday hockey and netball matches. This year there were twelve netball teams and five hockey teams, involving 159 girls every Saturday. Eight of the netball teams made it through to the finals with teams 3, 4, 7, 8 & 11 and a Junior School team making it through to the Grand Final. Unfortunately, only two teams won — 4ths and Junior School — but everyone played extremely well. 24

None of the three senior hockey teams managed to make it into the finals. They all played extremely well throughout the season and tried hard. The two junior teams were a new addition to the hockey at Morongo and it has given many more girls the opportunity to "have a go" at sport other than netball; it also gave some senior girls a chance of coaching them to a few wins. The senior netball and hockey round robin was quite successful, with the netball coming second overall and the hockey coming fourth. All stomachs were well and truly full when we reached Morongo after Angie Callan's, Sue Watson's, Ang Russell's and Sally Berger's yummy cakes. The intermediate netball came an unfortunate fifth but played very well. The hockey was third which was good. During second and third terms girls have been limbering-up for the gym display at Open Day; also the athletics team has been training hard.A junior tennis and baseball RR will be held and hopefully it won't be cancelled. There was an addition to the sports of Morongo in first term as some girls "had a go" at waterpolo. They played one match and showed everyone that they were the true water polo queens. There was also a fencing competition which a team from Morongo entered: they won the U/15 event and came second in the Open Section. Of course, there was a light-hearted match played between the staff and students on the netball courts—the students reigned supreme and won by five goals. I thank everyone for great organization, mainly Mrs Inkster, Mrs Mays, Miss Fraser and Mrs Lovell from Junior School; also Mrs Watt, who has given encouragement in our sporting events. Thank you to the grounds-staff who work hard to keep the ovals etc in good condition. I cannot forget the Sports Committee, teams captains, sports women and spectators. Without their help and support I may have had a nervous breakdown. Thank you, everyone, and keep up the good team spirit and determination to do well. Have a fantastic 1987 and look after Icky and Nicky. Fiona Lillie

Baseball Report In first term, girls were back into the swing again as Year 7 to 12 practised vigorously for our major inter-school competition, the Round Robins, in which we competed with enthusiasm and of course great ability. To prepare ourselves for this big event, we had various social matches against Geelong College and Geelong Grammar. The Years 11 and 12 teams played at P.L C. Unfortunately didn't do as well as we wished, with the A team gaining 4th place and the B team coming 5th.

Years 7 and 8 teams rose with the birds, eager to set off to Toorak College for their Round Robin. Only to find out that it was cancelled due to the rain. Without the help of staff these events would not have been possible, so our thanks must go to Mrs. Inkster and Mrs. Mays for their dedicated coaching throughout the season. And also without the students there would not be any teams — congratulations on a great season and good luck for the future. Lisa Van den Belt

The Years9 and 10 girls, escaped the early rise as this year's Round Robin was held at Morongo. The "home ground advantage" did not lead the A team to victory, as they came 5th, but the B team came 1 st

BASEBALL A (Back Row L-R) S. Lawson, A. Smith, K. Emerson, J. Patterson, K. Weaver. (Front Row L-R) S. Menke, F. McAllister (V. Capt). L. Van Der Belt (Capt), A. Russell.

Hockey Report In the middle of 1 st term, the hockey try-outs for the various teams took place. The teams were finally chosen and Morongo was represented by 3 teams in the senior competition at Stead Park and two junior teams who played early on Saturday mornings in a junior competition. Along with these regular matches we played in the Inter-School Round Robins The intermediate teams (Yrs. 9&1 0) played at G.G.S., where they came on overall 5th place, having mixed results but enjoying the chance to play against their own age group. The Senior Round Robin came next; this was played at P. LC. The 'A' team came 3rd and the 'B' team did a little better by coming 2nd. Overall we came equal second. After being postponed twice, the junior Round Robin was finally cancelled. For the first time this year there was a competition for junior players in the U/15 and U/13 age bracket Although they weren't all that successful, everyone enjoyed themselves (even the very early rises) and learnt a great deal. We hope this competition will still be going next year, as it is a good opportunity for the younger students to learn the game of hockey.

Special thanks must go to the fabulous coaches of each of the teams, Mr. Ingham, Miss C. Cameron, & Miss D. Brussel who coached the Senior teams and the wonderful job that four of our 1 st hockey players did in coaching the two junior teams — Mandy Manton, Claire Donachie, Sue Shimmin and Angela Russell. Thanks must also go to Mrs. Inkster who helped to organize the teams and was always willing to help out when she was needed. We sincerely hope that the great sporting spirit of Morongo, is still surviving in many years to come, and that hockey will always feature prominently in Morongo's sporting life. Remember to keep on dribbling and pushing and you will always succeed. (at hockey!!) Best of luck always. Angela Russell (Capt) Sue Shimmin (Vice-Capt.)

HOCKEY Isis (Back Row L-R) E. Turner, S. Menke, M. Millard. T. Hart, G. Scott, K. Bray. (Front Row L-R) P. Heard, s. shtmmin (V. Capt), A. Russell (Capt), A. Manton, C. Donachie, Jordan. 26

Netball Report Netball began towards the end of first term with twelve Morongo netball teams of all sizes and ages entered in the GNA competition at Kardinia Park. Matches were played each Saturday and the pure skill of the Morongo netballers, displayed over the weeks, left the opposition shaking in their boots.... (sandshoes). Our skills and tactics continued to develop over the season until the all-important finals quickly approached. It was encouraging to see that eight out of our twelve teams made it through to the preliminary final, whilst teams one, two, six, and twelve, although they all played and competed hard throughout the season, were forced to hang up their sandshoes for the year. After another two weeks of finals, five out of the eight teams were left to play in the grand final. Teams three, four, seven, eight and eleven took to the netball courts on the day and although all five teams tried really hard, only team four was able to take off the premiership in their grade. Saturday morning and afternoon netball was not the only netball played by our champion teams. The annual GPSVA inter-school round robins were once again held in second term — for the senior and intermediate A & B teams. However, unfortunately, as hard as the rain tried to stay away, it just couldn't and the juniors were washed out of their round robin, not only once but twice!

The round robins proved hard competition, with all girls giving their best effort. A few matches were won and a few were lost; however, the parties on the long bus trips back to school, helped to keep the spirits high and the stomachs bloated. Next on the agenda for the year was the unforgettable student/staff netball match, when a capacity crowd filled the Morongo Gym to see the students ('the staff squashers'J absolutely annihilate the staff, by a grand five goals. The students,demonstrating their outstanding sportsmanship, spirit and technique, clearly showed who dominated all aspects of the game. Finally, a big thanks must go to all the faithful supporters who braved the Winter rains and wind to cheer their teams along from the sidelines. (Some a lot more vocally than others). Thanks must also go to our twelve captains and their vicecaptains, and especially to our dedicated coaches — Mrs Hocking, Mrs Mays, Mrs Thornton (formerly Reid), Mrs Chapman, Mrs Godwin, Mrs Buyel and Chris Biage for their tireless encouragement and coaching throughout the season. Best of luck to all you netballers for next year and remember: Winning isn't everything, it's being a good sport and enjoying yourself that really matters. Angie Callan

NETBALL TEAM (Back Row L-R) J. Hucker, K. Jelbart, K. Emerson, N. Graham, K. Douglas. (Front Row L-R) F. Lillie, A. Callan (Capt), S. Dunn (V. Capt), E. Favers. 27

Rowing Report "EYES IN THE BOAT!" came the screams of five irate coxwains, as Morongo converged on the river for the 1985/86 season. This season saw five crews competing successfully in various regattas, stretching from Melbourne to Dimboola and on to Adelaide.

While for most crews this marked the end of the season the first crew was making final preparations in readiness for the National Championships. Early April saw us on the road to Adelaide and a very successful weekend spent competing against crews from all over Australia.

March of this year heralded Morongo as its own Boat Club in affiliation with the Victorian Rowing Association Ties are still maintained with the Corio Bay Club, who generously supply boats for our use.

A special thanks must go to Paul Marks, our rowing coordinator and coach, for providing the opportunity to compete successfully on a National level. Thanks must also go to the coaches, Mary Renouf, Chris Lyons and Debbie Brussell for all their time and effort

The Head of the Schoolgirls in Ballarat in March was the main regatta on o,ur"agenda" for most of this season. Here we were all given the chance to compete against other school crews and prove that all the 5.30 am rises and 'swing throughs' to Queens Park were worthwhile. Though we had no outstanding results, we did prove Morongo once again to be competitive and uphold its high standard of spirit

To all the rowers preparing for the upcoming season, best of luck and a final piece of advice: — No matter what the distraction on the other side of the river, always concentrate on your coach and crew (even if the distraction is better looking)! Keep up the rowing spirit and remember that rowers are strokes ahead of the rest Kim Douglas

Isis ROWING CREW (L-R) K. Douglas (Capt), F. Lillie, R. Hawkins, E. Sutas, K. Kelynack.

Swimming Report After recovering from the Swimming sports held at the Norlane duck pond on 20th February, the Morongo duckies waddled down to the Geelong Grammar waterhole. The results were 1. Geelong Grammar 188, 2. Morongo 177, 3. Sacred Heart 138, 4. Clonard 122. In less than a month we headed for Melbourne, and the walls of the State Swimming Centre shook with the cries of "Yakka!" The result was 1. M. C. E. G. G.S. 652, 2. Toorak 554, 3. MLC 481, 4. PLC 479, 5. GGS 403, 6. Morongo 297. but the Morongo ducks had improved on their times and personal performances. Thanks must go to Mrs. Mays & Mrs. Inkster for coaching and training us and to the quackers who yelled their lungs out Kate Weaver

SWIMMING TEAM (Back Row L-R) K. Hall, J. Patterson, J. Hucker, D. Moffat, L. Robinson, A. Campbell, T. Knight. (Middle Row L-R) A. Milton, ,AT• Anderson, I. Player, JK. James, S. Douglas, G. Scott, J. McCormack, K. Lillie. (Front Row L-R) K. Henderson, J. Cossar, M. Rawlings. K. Waver (Capt), V. Hedley, S. Reid, N. Strijder, P. Preston. 29

Tennis Report As always the tennis team was kept busy during first term participating in several social matches and round robins. Our junior team, led by Jodie Price and Melissa Phillips and vice captain Lindy Ekstedt, headed off to Toorak College, only to be disappointed by a washout They did, however play several social matches against Geelong College, Sacred Heart and Geelong Grammar and were victorious in all of these. The intermediate team (years 9 and 10) participated in a round robin at Morongo and played good tennis but unfortunately finished fourth. Led by Jacinta Hovey, the intermediate team also played some social matches against other schools enjoying fun-filled afternoons and lots of good tennis.

The senior team travelled up to P.LC. to play in the annual round robin. They came equal fourth despite their hard effort The day however ended with blistered feet and bloated stomachs from McDonald's hamburgers, cakes and chips on the bus. The term was eventful and very enjoyable; many thanks to Mrs. Inkster, Mrs. Mays and Mr. Barker, who contributed much time and effort in coaching the various teams. Thanks must also go to all the tennis players, who helped make the tennis this year at Morongo so successful. Elise Fayers (Capt) Sue Shimmon (Vice)

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(Back Row L-R) R. Charles, F. Hart, E. Turner, T. White, G. Bell, C. Belt, G. Bone, E. Westman. (Middle Row L-R) J. Hucker, R. Reddrop, S. Shimmin (V. Capt), L. Fayers (Capt), A. Dann, G. Jervis, K. Jelbart. (Seated L-R) D. Stewart, R. Boyd.

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International Year Peace And War A long time ago, Brazil and Japan were fighting. They were putting bombs in each other's countries and having wars. Some of the other countries were trying to tell them not to have wars, but they would not listen. Now this had been going on for at least five years. Japan decided to stop having wars against Brazil so they put it in the newspapers. There was a big heading — JAPAN HAS DECIDED NOT TO HAVE A WAR! WE HOPE BRAZIL WILL AGREE. The Governor of Brazil decided to write a letter to Japan and say that the war was over. The next day it was in all the papers. Justine Moodie Year 5.

Peace Peace is not fighting Everything is peaceful All people are friends Calling for peace Everyone is kind to each other.

When I Think Of Peace When I think of peace Of all the flowers growing Of doves with olive twigs Flying through the air of stillness When I think of peace No wars, no fights, all stillness Oh, what a lovely world it would be When I think of peace The tenderness of people caring Love for everyone Everyone looks radiant When I think of peace Sparkling eyes with lots of smiles Oh, what a lovely world it would be. Anne Kidman Year 5.

Tammy Richardson Year 5.

Bomb It was a sunny day and in the park, in Auckland, there were many people playing or resting. There was an old man with a sandwich-board shouting, "The end of the world is nigh. The end of the world is nigh" "Come off it, Snowy," said an American, "Russia wouldn't press the button and America is above such things." "Look what you did to my country. You press button, whoosh, Hiroshima gone," said the young Japanese woman unhappily. "You Americans are selfish and c- cc- conceited." Meanwhile, in the Kremlin, Reagan and Gorbachev were having peace talks. Suddenly Reagan stubbed his toe and swore in English Unfortunately this was a terrible insult in Russian and Mr. Gorbachev prepared to release their latest atom bomb. Reagan tried to plead with Gorbachev, but he would not listen

Peace Peace — is happiness and caring for others. There should be peace all around the world and the Earth would be a better place to live on. For instance the Russians and Americans are fighting probably because they haven't anyone else to fight with. They don't care about other people's feelings. War— brings sadness to people's eyes and hearts because nobody likes to see others being killed. Sadness isn't something people like to talk or hear about War should be stopped and it isn't only the Heads of Countries that can do it Sarah-Jane Walker Year 6.

of Peace - 1986

In England, Mrs. Thatcher was delivering a speech A heckler called out, "Get out of it, Mrs. Thatcher, you can't fool us. You aren't trying to help us!" He would have been pleased to know that in two minutes' time, Mrs. Thatcher would vaporise into a puff of hydrogen However, he'd be too busy vaporising himself to notice! In the Kremlin, Gorbachev' s War Minister prepared to fire the missile containing the bomb — Ten.. nine... eight.. seven.. six... five... four... three... two... one... z ero... ignition and blast- off. Off went the missile and then up rushed the War Minister and spoke in urgent Russian He said they accidentally sent off the bomb, which, if it landed near the South Pole could create a holocaust able to destroy the world. As they watched anxiously, the control panel showed that the bomb veered off course and headed for New Zealand. The men prepared themselves. BANG! The park was only a pile of rubble and the heat was so intense it started a bushfire in Western Australia The radiation spread quickly and the hospitals became crowded. Slowly but surely everyone became sick with leukaemia Russia never should've dropped that bomb! Eleanor Holmes Year 5.

War War is a brutal menace Destroying bit by bit the world People are dying because of the Ignorance of other countries And their leaders It leads to total devastation Of cities, countries Let's hope not the world For pity sake No war

Peace And War Peace is.... When the flowers bloom and the air is fresh and everything is quiet and beautifuL When people love and share. When people don't fight. The dove represents Peace. The dove is graceful and beautiful like everything in the world. When everybody is happy and cheerfuL War is.... when people fight and kill people with guns and bombs and destroy the peace and beautiful things in the world. When people are greedy and want everything. The world becomes awful and the beautiful things like flowers, the fresh air, the bees and all those lovely things will all be destroyed. Fleur Yu Year 6.

Bomb It was a nice day in Japan Time 12.46 Suddenly a man yelled "America, America" They dropped a bomb Bang! There was a tremendous Frightening bang! There was someone yelling Others screaming and crying The Americans should not Have dropped that Atom bomb. Wendy McCormack Year 5.

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School Thoughts A New Principal Miss Brookshaw left not long ago, Now Mrs Watt will have a go. She had her induction on the Thursday, And we really do hope she wishes to stay. Now Mrs Watt is settling in, And deciding to change some important things. We wish her luck in the future years, And we hope she thinks we are little dears. Danielle Carter Year 6.

Piano I like playing the piano because you get to learn new things and if you make a mistake you don't get into trouble. Sometimes, if you make a mistake you get angry. I like the colours of the piano's keys. You can get any colours. I have got a piano. Mine is brown Emma Burnett Year 4.

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It started out like any other day I looked on the time table. It read ENGLISH, MATHS recess, LANGUAGE, MATHS (again), MUSIC, lunchtime, CREATIVE ACTIVITIES, FRENCH and oh oh COMPUTERS. Yuk. It was my worst subject I hated them because they were too smart for themselves and because of the teacher Miss. J. SlybyMaloon All the girls hated her because she had a big black wart on her nose. It was lunchtime already and I knew that in computers I was going to have fun Some girls and I crept into the computer room before the lesson and pulled all of the cords out We removed all of the disks. When it was computer time, I was all excited because I couldn't wait to see the expression on Miss. J. Maloon. She walked into the room and the computers wouldn't work The disks were gone. "Who took my discs?" she asked. She finally found out and we all had a lunchtime detention for each day for a month. The detention wasn't that bad because we all had a fun day that day. Jennifer Fitzpatrick Year 6.

Sport is fun to play. People play netball, volleyball and all kinds of games, Outside and inside games and playing all around. Running, jumping everywhere, Today we start a fresh and happy day. Jacinta Foley Year 6.

At School I did my work at schooL I did very good work My teacher said my work was good. When we went home we had lollies and then went fast asleep in bed. Michelle Carrol Prep.

Limerick There was a teacher who made a decision to teach all his class long division Divide six into 632 If they learn it then, they will be through And they can start the division revision Rachel Johnston Year 4.

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The Missing Homework One day when I came home from school, Mum asked me what I had for homework I said, "Maths!" She started pouring me a drink I rummaged through my bag... my homework wasn't there! I told Mum. She asked, "Was the maths important?" I said "Yes, it's practice for a maths test" She said "Oh dear, you will have to go to school early and do it then" I took no notice instead I started looking everywhere I could think of. Then I started to forget about the missing homework and before I knew it, it was bedtime. The next morning I went to school early and when I looked in my desk, my homework was sitting on top of all my books. I told my teacher, who said I should do it at lunchtime. "What about the test though?" I asked. "Don't worry, the test has been called off, as the person who was supposed to take you is sick with testitis! Megan Ford Year 4.

A Tapestry Of Words The Farmer And His Cows

Umbrellas Umbrellas Mummy sits under them to keep herself cool, Baby pulls the frill that is hanging round the edge, Ronald always says that he likes the one with stars, Emma always spills the egg on the bright rainbow colours, Lolly pops are on the top of the bright umbrella, Lovely spots are on the top, in bright rainbow colours, Apples are also drawn on the top. Zoe Fidge Year 6.

SOS I shivered and pulled my cloak around me. It was early morning and snow covered the ground as I walked to school All of a sudden a scream pierced the air but slowly it faded away. I was stunned. I looked towards where the sound had been and was just in time to see the remains of a landslide go tumbling down the mountainside. Young Mary Watson, seven years old, the daughter of rich Mr. Jack Watson, had gone to walk her dog on Mount Kosciusko when she found herself pushed over and covered in snow. She couldn't breathe. She screamed and let go of the leash. Her dog, Spotty, young and full of spirit, bounded away into the mist I gasped. Nothing at all had happened like this before. I wondered what to do. I wanted so much to get help but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tragedy. I thought perhaps I could find something to give evidence as to who it was. Suddenly, a white dog with black spots came tearing up to me. I gave a start. A flicker of recognition crossed my eyes. I turned and raced for the nearest police station. Mary recovered three days later in the local hospital She had had concussion and was only just well enough to speak to me. She thanked me over and over again. Her father came in with something hidden under his waistcoat. Mary asked what it was. In reply he showed us. It was the dearest little charm bracelet you could ever wish for. He gave it to me in appreciation to show how thankful he was. P m glad to say Mary and I are now the best of friends.

One fine sunny day a farmer and his wife were at the market when they saw a cow that was selling for only seven pennies. They decided to buy the cow since their old cow was not producing milk any more, sell the old cow, even though they loved it dearly. They sold the cow for a very high price and were thankful for the money. They milked their new cow every day but eventually it stopped producing milk too. The farmer went to market, sold his cow and with all his money he had earned with the last cow he bought the grandest cow you could buy. It produced much milk and soon the farmer and his wife were very wealthy. They sold their cow and bought a magnificent house in the city, but they didn't realize how much they loved and missed their cow until they had lived in the city for two weeks. They could not keep a cow in the city. They could not move back to the country because no- one wanted to buy their house. They never saw their cow again and lived a life of misery. Moral — Riches often result in sadness. Sally Spiteri Year 6.

Harry In Love In a very old house lived Harry, Who dearly wanted to marry, A very young girl, With a bit of a twirl, Who he could easily carry. Cassie Stephens Year 5.

Poison Our class paid a visit to the Weirdo Scientific laboratories at Logamema Several scientists were working on a potion that put people to sleep for hundreds of years. For a joke my friend and I took a sip from a bottle of yellow liquid that was on the bench.

My Dream

The next day Michelle and I were walking to school when we started to feel tired so we sat down for a little minute. Three minutes had passed so we decided we' d better be going to schooL When we arrived there we had to write a story about living things. We had half an hour to finish it Half an hour had passed and Mrs. Brown, (our teacher), told us to put our work on her desk and go out to lunch. We all put our papers on her desk and went to lunch when Mr. Coren caught us in his hands fainting.

One day I dreamed that my room was on fire and rocks were coming down and I was scared. It was scary too. My Mum and Dad came in and when they came in, my bedroom was not on fire and rocks weren't coming down but when they left it started again. But I wasn't scared anymore because it was nearly morning.

The next thing we knew we were in Logamena Hospital I asked what had happened to me. The nurses just told me that I had taken some kind of poison that would have put me to sleep for hundreds of years. I asked whether I was now alright They said my friend and I were alright because they had pumped the poison out

Emily Klopper Grade 1.

Sarah McAllister Year 6.

Emma Jackman Year 6.

All Creatures A Rabbit I had a little rabbit. Snowflake was his name I could always pat him Because he was so tame He ate his lettuce And his greens But never, never Would he eat beans.

Leafy Leaf Leafy Leaf is the handy man, no bigger than a leaf. He lives in a group of trees. Lots of possums, koalas and birds live in the trees too.

Fiona Bainbridge Year 2.

How The Cockatoo Became White Once upon a time there was a cockatoo called Jack who lived with his mother and they were very poor. One day Jack's mother said that he should go to town and sell a few gum leaves. When he flew over town he thought the sky was moving. Suddenly a big splash of white fell on him and yellow fell on his crest He flew back to his mother. She asked what had happened andhe explained that something had fallen out of the sky. He remained white with a yellow crest and was very proud of his new colours. Since that time all cockatoos have been white with a yellow crest Kellie Plunkett Year 3.

Leafy Leaf is the handy man around the group of trees. He attends to anything that needs repairing and also cleans anything that needs cleaning. He was just going to get some polish for the trunk and leaves when Mrs. Poss asked him to get some Morning Fresh for her dishes and Mrs. Koko wanted some Dynamo for her washing. When Leafy Leaf had finished shopping he went back to his polishing. A rumour had gone around the leaf people that Leafy Leaf was not doing his work properly which of course wasn't true. Without even notifying Leafy Leaf they sent a lady over to help him. Miss Maryett Petal was her name. When Leafy Leaf saw her he welcomed her and invited her into his house. Miss Maryett Petal told him why she had come. He got very angry but he didn't show it He told her that it wasn't true. Miss Maryett Petal decided she needed a holiday anyway so she stayed for two weeks. By the end of that time Leafy Leaf knew her very well and asked her to marry him. They married and lived happily ever after in the group of trees. Anne Kidman Year 5.

The Hen That Laid Square Eggs One fine summer day a farmer went into his hen house and was collecting eggs when all of a sudden he stood in amazement His hen Sally, laid two round eggs, two square eggs and one gold egg. He sprinted into the house and told his wife all about it He ran outside and showed her_ It was true. He suddenly screamed, 'THE STATE FAIR!' He took the two square eggs and one gold one and drove off to the fair. When he was there he told the manager all about it just like he'd told his wife. He showed Mr. Wabeema the eggs. Mr. Wabeema took them and put them in a glass case. A collector came by and was amused, so, he bought them for 2,000 dollars American. The farmer left the fair rich and happy. When he was home he thanked Sally and fed her the best food he could find. Sara Sellepack Year 6.

Visiting The Zoo When I went to the zoo I saw a hippo and a lion and I saw some kangaroos too. Then we went to the pier. We went on a boat. It was fun. We caught a lot of fish then we went home. Bronwen Evans Prep.

My Little Silkworms My silkworms live in eggs but in Spring they hatch. When they have hatched and they are like little black lines, they eat mulberry leaves and they get big and fat Then they spin cocoons and stay there for a month. When they come out they are moths. They mate, they lay and they die, and then it happens all over again. Kate Armstrong Grade 1.

Great and Small The Platypus And The Possum

The Zoo

One day in the country a platypus saw a possum up a tree and he wanted to scare her. He shouted "boo." The possum fell into the water and the platypus swam out and saved her. The platypus said, "I'm sorry" and they became friends. "My name is Peter Platypus", "My name is Penny Possum", she said, and they lived happily ever after.

We went to the zoo and the sign said no pets. My brother laughed and I laughed too. I saw the elephant and my brother saw it too. Sarah Martini Prep.

Kelly Pritchard Year 3.

The Day Of The Giant Insects As I slept I dreamt that I was being lifted up. I couldn't believe it! I knew it wasn't Dad. Then I looked up. It was a giant insect! I screamed and suddenly he dropped me into a cage with lots of people. They felt scared. I squeezed through the bars. I jumped onto a shelf then started climbing to the top shelf. I found the insect shrinker and took it down. It was very heavy. All the people squeezed out of the cage and we lifted it up and sprayed it on the insects. They shrank! At last we were free! Kathryn Traczyk Year 5.

Bees I see bees all around me, They go from flower to flower, They get the nectar from each one, And make honey hour by hour.

My Wriggly Worm One day I found a worm. It was really wriggly and Mum said that I could keep it. I played with it and I called her Kate. I slept with her and I loved her. Then I went to school and everybody laughed at her so I had to go home and I had to put her back Andrea Harrison Grade 1.

Pussy Cat One day I went a strolling And much to my surprise I saw a pussy cat With dark blue eyes I said to him "Where do you live, In a bees hive?" He had no reply And so I went away I never saw that pussy cat again. Michelle Day Year 5.

Michelle Paton Year 2.

A Fable The Bush During a storm Joe the joey was blown right down the river and when she tried to get up she couldn't because it was too windy. Kate the koala went and helped Joe out of the river. Joe thanked Kate and said, "Hop in my pouch and I will take you to The Big Shoe." They played games in the shoe, they even slept in the shoe and had good times together. Lisa O'Neill Year 2.

Once there were two penguins and each challenged the other to go out to sea the next morning and catch as many big fat fish as they could. The one to return with the most would be the winner. One penguin got up very early the next morning and swam for many days to get to the other side of the bay. But when he got there the fish were so big he couldn't even carry one back Meanwhile on the other side the penguin already had a full belly of fish and was catching five fish every minute in the shallows near his home. When the other penguin returned he was very tired and had no fish. Moral — Simple methods are often the best. Nikola McGrath Year 6. 41

Enchanted The Magic Tree Once in a paddock all alone there lived a magic tree. He had a funny smile, a red nose, blue and green eyes and plant leaves for his hair. One day as I was walking in the paddock, I sat down to rest under that tree. I was dozing off to sleep when the tree moved. I jumped up and asked the tree if the tree had moved. "Indeed I did," answered the huge tree. "What is your name?" I asked with great excitement "And what are you doing here?" The tree interrupted and said, "I will answer all your questions later." He lowered his arm down and I jumped onto it Then he took me to the top of the tree and said, "My name is Peter and I am a Magic Tree." All afternoon he told me many things. Later I told him I must go but that I would be back tomorrow. The next day I visited Peter again and saw him mixing magic-potion Suddenly he disappeared and I never saw him again. Susan Robins Year 6.

The Enchanted Forest Everyone was very excited in the Enchanted Forest Trunkles was talking to the fairies at the bottom of his tree trunk. They were all preparing for the new tree that was coming to live in the forest It was going to liv right next to Trunkles. They had just finished clearing the ground for it when the new tree arrived. "Hello," said Trunkles. "How are you?" "Terrible," replied the tree. "I don't want to come and live in this dump. Trunkles was very shocked and annoyed with the tree. How dare it call their forest a i dump. Trunkles found out that the tree was staying for ' a month! A whole month, he thought What would he do? For the next three weeks the tree kept grumbling and complaining. It didn't like any other tree in the forest Trunkles didn't think he'd ever learn to like it but he was wrong. On the second last night Trunkles was just going to sleep when he heard the tree shouting. "Get off me," it yelled. "Help! help! help!" Trunkles quickly woke up and found a brigade of termites attacking the tree. Trunkles reached out and squashed the termites. "Thank-you," said the tree. "Thank-you very much / From then on the tree decided to stay and lived happily in the Enchanted Forest Heather Clarke Year 6. 42

Stories

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The Poppy Plant Fairy

The Magic Ring Once upon a time I was given a beautiful blue ring and told tIiat I could have three wishes. I ran down stairs to and called, "Mother, Mother! A little bird gave r•nother --me a blue ring! He said I could have three wishes." There was a knock on the door and father came in. I told him all about the ring. He said, "Kids have very strange imaginations." At dinner I said, "I don't know what to wish for as we have a large house and all we need. Mother I would like.... it doesn't matter." That night in bed I thought I would so much like someone to play with, as I am always so lonely. As soon as I had finished the sentence there sat a little black kitten " Oh at last someone to play with! I think I'll call you Sooty!" We played chasey round the nursery. Mother doesn't like cats so we will have to hide you somewhere. I had a wonderful time with Sooty. Then one sad day Sooty died. I was so sad I cried and cried. The bird that gave me the ring said, " Come with me!" I was standing at the royal ball in a beautiful pink evening gown and a gold crown on my head. The Prince asked me to dance with him and announced that I would become his bride. One night after we were married I had a nightmare. I said, "I wish Sooty was still alive." Then Sooty's little wiggling body was next to me. I woke up and there sat Sooty. I was so happy and we all lived happily ever after in the Palace. Janet Metcalf Year 3.

Three Wishes Once upon a time I was given a beautiful ring and told that I could have three wishes. My first wish was that I could learn all that I needed to know. My second wish was that I could be the most beautiful girl in the world. My third wish was that I could be married. All my wishes came true and I was very, very happy. Fiona Bainbridge Year 2.

Once there was a little girl and she loved poppies. One day an exciting thing happened. She turned into a fairy and her name was Poppy. She lived in a snail shell all by herself She had little poppy curtains to keep the wind out and a little bed and furniture. They called her the Poppy plant fairy. Claire Robertson Year 3.

A Fairy Once a fairy went for a walk She was so cold she couldn't talk She went inside out of the rain And never went in the rain again. Chloe Alsop Year 3.

Mush's Lost Wand One afternoon, Mush the wizard found an old book under his bed. Mush opened it up. He decided to look for an easy spell He found the easiest one. All you needed was a can of baked beans, ( and make sure they're Heinz!), a toad's lungs and last, but not least, your magic wand. Mush went to find all the things he needed. He found the beans, and made sure they we're Heinz'. He found an old toad and cut it up to get its lungs. "Now all I need is my wand," said Mush. "Now where did I put. it? Under my bed? No." Mush decided to look for it. He looked everywhere but he just couldn't find his wand. "Where haven't I looked?" He looked in his mirror. He turned sideways and he turned backwards. He turned his head, staying backwards, (You see that s the way he thinks better.) Standing back to front he saw something sticking up from his back It was his wand. "I remember now I put it there so I wouldn't lose it." Mush did his spell and all it turned out to be was a toad stuffed with baked beans. Katie Mavall Year 4. 43

People Mum And Dad Mum and Dad watch T.V. Mum and Dad really love me, Mum always cooks my meal My favorite meal is veal And you should see Mum's face When I slide down the staircase! Dad takes me to the park To hear the dogs bark. One day I played with Dad's shaving cream When he found out he was ready to scream! So sometimes I wonder If they love me down under But I know that they really do! Sarah Nadorp Year 4.

When I Was A Baby

Visiting Grandma

When I Was A Baby

We went to Grandma's. We had a lot of fun At Grandma's house we were allowed some lollies. Then we went home.

When I was a baby I liked to rattle my rattle. Mummy cuddled me when I cried a lot I was tiny.

Kate Nelson Prep.

Jacquie McMullen Prep.

The Day The Tooth Fairy Came

Sally

When my tooth came out, it got put in a glass. Then someone came to drink it I came to see the glass and I found out that it had gone. Then I cried and cried and cried. My mother heard me cry. She said, "What's the matter?" I said "Someone has swallowed my tooth." She said, "Don't worry. You can write a note." I started writing a note. I got my sister to help me write the note. She said, "Sure thing." "How do you write Tooth Fairy?" I said. She said, "T.O.O.T.H. F.A.I.R Y." Then I went to bed, to see if they had come. They did, and they gave me a dollar.

Sally and I have known each other all our lives. Now at ten Sal's life is nearly over. She was born with an incurable disease — leukaemia. In Kinder., she was fragile but did everything five year olds did. When we were playing in the sand-pit she collapsed. She was sent to hospital where they found out she had leukaemia Doctors thought she wouldn't come out but just before the age of seven she went home. Sal could die today, maybe tomorrow, maybe in ten years. No-one knows. Leukaemia is a disease which kills the white blood cells. It is incurable at the moment I'll miss Sal so much when she dies. Kathryn O'Neill Year 5.

Georgina Walker Grade 1.

My Family My Daddy and Mummy work downstairs in the bar. They pour beer. Julie, Matthew and I went to the park to play. Danielle Ryan Prep. 44

Places

The Haunted House One day after school I took Lassie for a walk. We didn't get very far before we saw a spooky house. We went inside. It was very dark. Lassie was scared and she jumped into my arms. Lassie is a scared little dog. We walked in and we saw a skeleton Then a ghost appeared and ran after us, then bats flew over us, then everything went crazy. We ran upstairs and downstairs. Then we fled with everything running after us. When we got in the gate I put Lassie to bed and went to bed myself Mum and Dad went looking for me to tell me off but when they came up I was safe because I was asleep. Then Mum and Dad went to sleep too. But I had a nightmare! Olivia Rommet Grade 1.

The Wriggly Room One day Mum and I were talking to each other and I was telling Mum something when she said, "No." I said "Why not?" and she told me that we had something else on I said "But I want to go." "0.1<." So I went to my bedroom. When I was up at my room door I heard a noise. It was in my room. All of my things were broken and I said, "What shall I do?" I ran down the stairs and told Mum. She came running up. All we could see were little bits of broken china She cried and cried and so did L We were so sad and then the room started again We ran out of the house and disappeared out of the city. Euphemie Harris Grade 1.

The Moon The moon is white The moon is bright, The moon is round and Nowhere near the ground Ruth Langford Grade 1.

Have You Ever Been In An Aeroplane Have you every been in an aircraft? Flying high up in the sky? Above the trees and birds and clouds And things that try to reach the sky, Flying high up and over Things look like little match box sets That your brother plays with in the clover. It's so funny to meet an aeroplane. That takes you for a ride. Up, up in a great aeroplane That's the way to take a ride.

My Apartment I live in an apartment Michelle, Lisa, Natalya and Elspeth all live on the same floor. We have lots of fun together. One day I was stuck in the lift I was very frightened as I was in there for two hours. I could hear people asking, "Are you all right?" I was all right and at last the lift was fixed and I got out I went back to my apartment and my parents were thrilled to see me. I was pleased to be safe and sound. The next day I told my friends of my adventure. Jessica Ivory Year 2.

Merrion Kent Year 6.

Newsflask Today in New York Harbour the Statue of Liberty' s nose began to run She is said to have a bad cold and has to use six bedquilts tied together for a handkerchief Her lamp isn't shining at present and the flying doctor had to come and give her a checkup. The doctor said that she would be well in two weeks and for the handkerchief to be washed daily. Nerissa Kamp Year 4. From start 4

Dear Luc As opposed to all of the thoughts and fears which future Year 12 students go through in the last few weeks of the summer holidays, I want to express my thoughts on the year. The year began quite slowly and there were fears that it would never end!!! The comm. was a great success; it was a hide away for year 12's — a place to chat, contemplate suicide and even shed a tear!!! It was much appreciated and a great place to have. Another fear, the teachers, those dreadful beings who pile on the work and think of those ridiculous nicknames... Despite what some thought, those dreadful teachers become friends, willing to help and always building up the confidence which so often begins to stray!!!

to finish.

FL S. C. is a hard year-there is no doubting that but it's a year when there is no time for petty arguments and bitch fights; it's a year when allies become (or should) friends... Although it sometimes gets a little tough and you begin to pull your hair, bite your nails and are generally grumpy, it really is the best year of your entire school life... So GOOD LUCK, KEEP SMILING and enjoy it when you can. A SURVIVOR OF H. S. C.

On their last day, Year 12 girls became Saints 46

Sinners

or Don't Knows.

The Mid-Year Dance June 14th saw a unique transformation of our kilt-clad schoolgirls, as they showed their style and appeared at Berkley Lodge in such an array of silks, taffetas and leather that even Joan Collins would have been overwhelmed. Yes, the night that had been eagerly awaited had all the ingredients for a fairy tale— flowing gowns, a Fairy Godmother (perhaps a mother with a bankcard), and a candlelit dinner, music, and, of course, the numerous Prince Charmings (well...most of them!). The only things missing were the pumpkin and coach, replaced by our parents', or partners', trusty cars. After a sumptuous meal, light conversation, a few popped balloons, and coffee, couples took to the dance floor, kicked up their heels and bopped, except for a few intellectuals who preferred discussing politics and the cultured side of life...And what about the nameless Year 1 2's who preferred to 'rap' in the hall — a fast new trend discovered after watching 'Electric Boogaloo'? Maybe they should have left it to the experts! Whether dancing or conversing, most seemed to enjoy themselves, and the night was considered a success. Thanks must go to Melissa, Jackie and the Mid-Year committe for putting so much effort into the organizing; also to the Spry family, who kindly gave time, effort and house for the party afterwards. The only difference between this story and a fairy tale is that we did not turn back into Cinderellas, but boarded buses and headed for the coast The dance was over, but the party was only just beginning.... Simone Stewart Joann Potter

H.S.C. Gallery Susan Watson Mellisa James

anette Patterson

Christine Black

Renae Reddrop

Sharyn Leigh

Jodie Wynn

Siew-Yan Mah

Nicole Carvill

Kim Wood

Sheridan Selzer

Simone Stewart

Nicole Andrews

Katherine Robinson

Angela Callan

Naomi Troup

Lisette Simpson

Lisa Montgomery

Georgina Bell

Meredith Millard

Andrea Bates

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Samantha Spy

Angela Russell

Katherine Emerson

Claire Donachie

Vanessa Joss

Lucinda Carnegie 76 \

Ro ynne Boy

Lisa Campbell /.\

Georgina Bone

Sally-Ann Berger

Fiona Lillie

Robyn Kamp

Camilla Belt

Diana Rothacker

Danyl Morgan

Fiona Hart

Belinda Campbell

Gillian Jervis

Natalie Adamson

Susan Crowther

Jacqueline Jordan

Melissa May

Deidre Stewart

Louise Bourke

Simone Dunn

Felicity Ellis

Amanda Manton

Paula Ayrton

Barbara McKie

Wanna Kanawattanakul

Natasha Velleley

Joann Potter

Lisa Van Den Belt

Blaga Grujovska

:Ilona Lisa

Valete 1986 Year 12 Natalie Adamson - Music and House Committees, Athletic Team, Consistent Effort Certificate 1984, Academic Achievement Certificate, Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award.

Nicole Andrews - Lucernian Committee. Paula Ayrton - Library, House and Art Committee. Junior Drama Productions. Hockey '81.

Andrea Bates- House and Boarding House Committees. Duke of Edinburgh Award.

Georgina Bell- House and Drama Committees, Drama Productions. Netball, Tennis& Volleyball Teams. Runner Up Table Tennis 1981, Junior Choir.

Sally-Ann Berger- School Social Service Representative. Lucernian Committee. Junior and Senior Choirs. Baseball, Athletics, Hockey, Swimming, Volleyball Teams. Hockey Symbols. Duke of Edinburgh Award. A Reserve Hockey Captain 1986.

Camilla Ben- Roslyn House Committee. Tennis Team 1981 to 1986. Netball Team 1981 to 1983. Athletics Team 1982. R/u Swimming Champion 1981. Intermediate Tennis Champion 1984. Cloth Sports Symbol 1982. Table Tennis Champion Junior 1982.

Christine Black - Prefect, Venters House Captain 1986, Uniform,House, Music, Sports, Grounds and Lost Property Committees. Drama Productions in 1981, 84, 85, 86. Athletics, Baseball, Netball, Rowing, Tennis Teams. 1981 Runner-up Athletics Champion. Green Jumper for Sport and Music. House Colours. Public Speaking, Debating Teams. Netball and Rowing Symbols. Music Symbols 85, 86. Junior and Senior Choir, Madrigal Choir, School Orchestra. Dux Year 10, Academic Achievement Awards 1981, 82, 84, Duke of Edinburgh Award. House Colours 1985, Scholarship Holder 1981.

Georgina Bone- Sports Committee, House Committee. Netball 1981 to 1986. Tennis '81, '82, '84, '86. Cricket '83,'84. Athletics '81, '82. Rowing '83, '85. Table Tennis '82 Runner-up Doubles. Junior Drama Production. Junior Choir '81, '82. Cloth Sports Symbol '81. Green Jumper '84. House Colours '84, '85.

Louise Bourke- Editress- Lucernian Magazine. Library Committee Swimming Team 1982. Junior Choir. (Junior) Drama Productions.

Robynne Boyd- House Committee and House Colours. Baseball, Basketball & Volleyball Teams 1985/86. Netball, Tennis 1986. Drama Production 1986.

Angela Callan- Sports Committee, House Committee (Lawson). Swimming Team '81. Athletics Team '81, '83. Cricket Team '83. Baseball '81, '83. Rowing Crew '84, '85. Netball Teams '81 to '86. Twilight Netball Teams 1982 to 1985. Netball Captain (Firsts) '86. Green Jumper (Sport) '84. House Colours. Netball Symbols. Cloth Badge for Sport.

Belinda Campbell- David House Captain 1986. Assess-

Cindy Carnegie - House Committee. Baseball Teams 1981-1986. Orchestra 1981-1982.

Nicole Carvill - Drama. Roslyn,and Rules and Regulations Committees. Volleyball & Cricket Teams.

Susan Crowther- Roslyn House Colours 1986. House Committee. Drama Productions (backstage).

Claire Donachie - Prefect Lawson House Captain 1986. Uniform, House, Grounds and Sports Committees. Drama Productions 1981 to 1986. Hockey, Baseball, Rowing & Athletics Teams Green Jumper. House Colours Hockey, Rowing, Drama and Music Symbols. Junior and Senior Choirs. Simone Dunn- Neilson House Captain. House, Drama and Boarding House Committees. Baseball, Basketball, Netball, Volleball Teams and Rowing. Netball Symbols '86. House Colors '85. Vice Captain of Netball in 1986.

Felicity Ellis - House Committee. Junior Choir 198182. Photography Club. Netball Teams1981-83. Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award. Katherine Emerson- School Prefect. Head of Boarding House. Boarding House, Lawson House, Grounds and Uniform Committees. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball & Netball Teams. Runner-up Athletics Champion 1986. Green Jumper 1986. Netball Symbols 1986. Lawson House Colours 1985, 1986. School Orchestra 19841986. Music Symbols 1986. Merit Certificate, Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1984, 1985.

Blaga Grujovska - Library and Art Committee. Fiona Hart - House Committee. Sports Committee. Orchestra 1985. Athletics 1985. Hockey 1984-'86. Senior Tennis Team 1985, '86.

Mellisa James- Prefect,School Captain. Uniform, House, Grounds and Boarding House Committees. Drama Productions in 1984, 1985. Hockey Team & Rowing Crew. Green Jumper. House Colours. Drama and Rowing Symbols. Merit Certificate for Consistent Effort and Academic Achievement 1984. Dux Yr 11 (shared). Plain English Speaking Award, Regional Runner-up'83, '84. Debating 1984-'86. Senior Choir 1986.

Gillian Jervis- House and Sports Committees. Drama Productions 1982-83 & '85. Tennis, Basketball, Netball & Volleyball Teams. Runner-up Table Tennis Champion 1985. Junior and Senior Choir. Music Symbols '86. House Colours '86.

Jacqui Jordan - Prefect 1986. School Vice Captain. Middle School Choir 1981, 1982. Senior Choir 19831986. Drama Productions. Baseball Team 1980-1982. Hockey Team 1981-1986. Public Speaking 1984. Debating. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1983. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1984, 1985. Combined Dux Year 11. Music Symbols 1985. Academic Symbols 1985. House Colours 1985, 1986. Committees: Lost Property Head, Grounds Head, House & Uniform.

ment, House and Sports Committees. Drama Production 1985. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Netball & Volleyball. Junior and Senior Choir. Junior Sports Award. House Colours '85. Duke Edinburgh Award.

Vanessa Joss- House and Library Committees Baseball

Lisa Campbell - House and Audio Visual Committees

1984, 1985.

Photography Club. Drama Production. 50

'81. Netball '81, '82. Cricket '85.

Robyn Kamp - Venters House Committee. Rowing

Wanna Kanawattanakul - House Committee. Baseball

Katherine Robinson - Art, Lucernian and Boarding

Symbol '1986. Volleyball 1984-1986. Basketball 1983, 1984. Baseball 1985, 1986.

House Committees. Rowing, Hockey and Basketball Teams. Drama Productions '83, '84 (Backstage).

Jennifer Khoo- House Colours 1986. Merit Certificates,

Diana Rothacker - McPhee House Captain. House,

Consistent Effort and Academic Achievement AV and House Committees. Drama Productions 1985 (ballet), 1986 (lightings).

Sport and Boarding House Committees. Basketball, Tennis, Netball, Volleyball and Baseball Teams. Consistent Effort 1984. House Colours 1985 and 1986.

Sharyn Leigh - Tennis Team 1981, 1982. Merit Certi-

Angela Russel - House Committee. Sport Committee.

ficate - Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1984, 1985. House Committee.

Junior Choir. Baseball '82, '83, '84, '86. Hockey '82-'86. Hockey Symbols '86. Hockey Captain '86. Duke of Edinburgh.

Fiona Lillie- Prefect, Sports Captain. Uniform, Grounds, Boarding and Sports Committees. Drama Production in 1982. Athletics, Baseball, Netball, Rowing and Swimming Teams. Athletics Champion 1982:83. Runner-up Athletics Champion'86. Swimming Champion'83. Runner-up Swimming Champion '85. Green Jumper. House Colors. Rowing, Netball and Athletics Symbols. Junior Choir. Cloth Badge.

Siew Yan Mah - Hearne House Captain 1986. House and Audio Visual Committees. Volleyball & Hockey. Merit Certificate, Academic Achievement '84. House Colours '85.

Amanda Manton - Prefect Ardens House Captain 1986. Uniform, House Lost Property, Sports and Grounds Committees. Athletics '82, '83 and '84. Rowing '83 and '84. Swimming `82,'83. Hockey'82-`86. Volleyball Team in '84. Green Jumper. House Colours. Cloth Badge and Hockey Symbols.

Melissa May- Music and House Committees. Orchestra. Woodwind Ensemble. Drama Productions. Swimming Team. Swimming Champion'81,`83, '86. House Colours. Swimming Symbols Merit Certificate. Consistent Effort 1982.

Barbara McKie= Prefect Roslyn House Captain 1986. House, Uniform, Sport & Music Committees. Drama Productions Gymnastics & Baseball. Music. Green Jumper. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Woodwind Ensemble. Music Symbols'85, '86. House Colours '84, '85.

Meredith Millard - Prefect Music Captain. House Colours. Music Symbols. Drama Symbols. Drama Productions. Junior Choir, Senior Choir & Madrigal Choir. Orchestra. Hockey Team & Baseball Team. House Committee. Duke cf Edinburgh (Bronze). Music Committee. Public Speaking (Jaycee's Regional Winner).

Sheridan Selzer - House, Drama and Library Committees. Yr 12 Rep. Boarding House Committee Term 2. Volleyball Team.

Lisette Simpson - Library & Art Committees. Netball & Swimming Teams. Junior Choir.

Samantha Spry - School Photographer. President of Photography Club. Venters, Lucernian and Art Committes. Junior Choir. Junior Tennis Team. School Scholarship. Academic Symbol 1985. Merit Certificates 1981-1985.

Deidre Stewart- Prefect, Harris House Captain 1986. Uniform, House and Sports Committees. Drama Productions in 1985-86. Athletics Team 1981-83-84-8586. Baseball 1981, 1982. Rowing Team 1984-1985. Tennis Team 1983-86. Volleyball Team 1984-85. 1982 Junior Doubles Tennis Champion. 1984 Runner-up U/16 Athletic Champion. 1986 17 & Over Athletic Champion. Green Jumper (84). House Colours 19841985. Drama & Athletic Symbols. Duke of Edinburgh Award. Awards Committee 1985. Simone Stewart - School Curriculum and Lucernian Committees. Netball, Volleyball, Waterpolo. Exchange Student to India in 1984. Ten Pin Bowling Team. Drama Production 1986. Junior Choir. Duke of Edinburgh Award. Social Service Representative 1985 - Year 11.

Naomi Troup- House, Drama & Awards Committees. Baseball, Hockey & Volleyball Teams. House Colours 1986. Duke of Edinburgh Award.

Lisa Van Den Belt- House and Boarding House Committees. Baseball, Hockey and Water Polo Teams. Baseball Symbols and Green Jumper. Duke of Edinburgh Award.

Natasha Velleley - Art Committee. Volleyball, Water

Lisa Montgomery - House, Audio Visual and Senior

Polo Teams Runner-up Swimming Champion '86.

Student Centre Committees. Junior Choir '81. Drama Productions. Hockey and Baseball Teams Rowing Crew. Duke of Edinburgh Award. House Colours Drama Symbols

Susan Watson- House Committee. Drama Productions

Danyl Morgan- House and Art Committees Baseball, Hockey and Swimming Teams. House Colours '85. Consistent Effort Merit Certificate '84. Junior Choir.

Janette Patterson- Sports, Drama and Computer Committees. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Volleyball, Swimming and Water Polo Teams. Drama Productions. House Colours

Joann Potter - Harris House, Drama and Lucernian Committees. Bowling (Ten Pin) Team 1985. Volleyball Team 1986. Water Polo Team 1986. School Public Speaking.

'82, '85. Middle School Choir 1981, 1982. Senior Choir 1984-1986. Netball Teams 1981 to 198E. Athletic Team 1985. Merit Certificate - Consistent Effort and Academic Achievement'81, '83, '84:85. Merit Certificate - ConSistent Effort`82. Netball Symbols Music Symbols Academic Symbols House Colours '84, '86. Combined Dux of Yr 11.

Kim Wood- Computer and House Committees. House Colours'85, '86. Drama Production '86. Hockey Teams Bronze and Silver Duke of Edinburgh Award.

Jodie Wynn- Audio Visual and Lucernian Committees. Photography Club. School Productions Baseball and Swimming Teams. Public Speaking. House Colours '85, '86.

Renae Reddrop - Venters House, Boarding House, Social Service and Lucernian Committees. Rowing, Tennis, Hockey and Baseball Teams House Colours'86. 51

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Salvete 1986 Terms 2 & 3

Year 7 Rachael Nagy

Year 9

Year 1

Year 8

Andrea Harrison

Amy Benham Lia Rowbottom

Year 3

Inge Magher

Kirsty Harrison

Year 11

Belinda Riches

Year 7

Michelle Marshall Kathryn Spargo

Year 9

Karen Harris Ruth Swalwell

Year 10 Lisa Hewitt

Awards 8z Results 1986 Term 1 Cloth Badges (Year 12 only Term 1)

Rowing Symbols

Trudi Knight Kathryn Weaver

Kim Douglas Rosalind Hawkins Kristen Kelynack Fiona Lillie (re-award) Nicole Marshman Genevieve Scott Evette Sutas

Baseball Symbols

Drama Symbols

Wanna Kanawattanakul Fleur McAllister Lisa Van Den Belt

Suzanne Lawson Lisa Montgomery Deidre Stewart Fiona Stone Elizabeth Wilson

Simone Dunn Angela Russell

Swimming Symbols

Tennis Symbols Susan Shimmin Elizabeth Westman

Alliance Francaise Results Year 7 Poetry Very Honorable Mention Caroline Millard Jody Price Bianca Ross

Year 8 Poetry Very Honorable Mention Lindy Ekstedt Natalie Morrison

AMER. .. Music Results April/ May 1986 Pianoforte Preliminary: M. Ford, C. Millard, K O'Neill, S. Robins, F. Yn. Grade 1 J. Harris, M. Yn

Year 9 Poetry Very Honorable Mention Ailsa McVean

Grade 2: S. Plumbridge Grade 6: N. Graham

Honorable Mention Jodie-Ann Arklay Nicole Armstrong Catriona Campbell Jodi Cossor Sheridan Douglas Sandra Petty Sylvanna Satto Melissa May Chloe Plumridge

Honorable Mention Michelle Andress Katrina Appleton Danielle Entwistle Alexandra Green Tara Hoad Vanessa Keleher Lucy Ralton Fleur Thomson Maisie Yu

Honorable Mention Elizabeth Addi Michelle Douglas Georgina Fidge Sari Sutton

Violin Grade 2: A. Shoebridge

Year 10 Poetry 1st Prize

Honorable Mention

Viola

Virginia Millard

Sally Bothroyd

Grade 2: F. Morrison

Very Honorable Mention

Cello

Kerry Anne Cook

Grade 1: B. Griffiths

Theory Grade 3: H. Clarke Grade 5: G. Ambrose, S. Bothroyd, N. Graham 52

Year 12 Poetry Reading & Conversation Very Honorable Mention Suzanne Lawson

Term 2 House Colours

House Sport Cups & Shields ARDENS Marion Rankin Shield for Senior Netball VENTERS Junio Netball Cup LAWSON Ruth Macmillan Shield for Senior Hockey ROSLYN & VENTERS Junior Hockey Cup LAWSON, ROSLYN Senior Interhouse Volleyball Cup & VENTERS ARDENS Junior Interhouse Volleyball Cup LAWSON & Senior Interhouse Table Tennis Cup VENTERS ARDENS Junior Interhouse Table Tennis Cup

Hockey Symbols

Music Symbols

Sally Berger Clair Donachie Amanda Manton Angela Russell Susan Shimmin

Claire Donachie(re-award) Christine Black(re-award) Gillian Jervis Barbara McKie (re-award) Meredith Millard (re-award) Susan Watson Kate Emerson Geraldine Ambrose Nicole Graham Suzanne Lawson Nicole Marshman Felicity Morrison Leonie Skewes Andrea Smith Libby Wilson

Netball Symbols Christine Black Angela Callan Simone Dunn Katherine Emerson Nicole Graham Susan Watson

Green Jumper

Ardens Robynne Boyd Jacqueline Jordan (re-award) Lisa Montgomery Diana Rothacker Noami Troup Mellisa James (re-re-award)

Harris Jennifer Khoo Janette Patterson

Lawson Angela Callan (1/2 — full colours) Katherine Emerson (re-award) Jodie Wynn (re-award)

Roslyn Susan Crowther Gillian Jervis Kim Wood (re-award)

Venters Fiona Lillie (re-re-award) Meredith Millard (re-re-award) Renae Reddrop Susan Watson (re-award)

Katherine Emerson

Geelong Eisteddfod: Piano Section Under 10 years: Rosemary Clarke 3rd Under 12 years: Sophie Collins (Junior School) 1st Under 13 years: Sophie Collins 3rd Under 14 years: Elisabeth Bowman Hon. Mention Heather Clarke (Junior School)

Under 16 years: Philippa Gardner 1st Junior Piano Championship Under 18 years Charissa Hee

Term 3 Year 12 Awards Angela Callan (McCann Citizenship Prize) Louise Bourke (Pettitt Citizenship Prize) Janette Patterson (Bartlett Citizenship Prize) Jacqui Jordan (Dux Prize — Equal Dux of The School) Susan Watson (Dux Prize — Equal Dux of The School) Katherine Emerson (D.F. Neilson's Prefect's Prize) Mellisa James (A.C. Harris Prize)

Scholarship Fiona Stone has been awarded a scholarship to spend 3 months in Germany. She is seen at The Presentation Banquet, wearing a presentation medal, and sitting next to the Consul General of West Germany. 53

Social Service Report The school social service effort started early in first term. At the Morongo Country Fair, the Boarding House set up a stall accepting donations for the Red Cross, and approximately $60 was raised. There were four social service events in Term 2, one of which was a 'soup and sandwich lunch' held by Year 10. This same term the school was presented with Honorary Membership of the R.S.P.C.A., in recognition of the money raised by Morongo the previous year, and the 40-Hour Famine, undertaken by many studnets, helped raise money for World Vision; also a number of Boarders from Years 7 to 10 spent a Sunday afternoon collecting for the Salvation Army. In Term 3, on 15th September, the Morongo Grand Prix took place. Heats, and then a Grand Final, saw the highly trained team of Kate Emerson, Dee Stewart and Georgina Bell blitz the rest of the field, winning for their sponsors (Narelle Montgomery and Co.) Before the Grand Prix event itself, hot-rods (known to most people as hotdogs) went on sale to the racing car fans. The money thus raised by Year 12 was over $1 20, and this will go to aid research into the diseases killing off a large number of koalas an area of need often overlooked. Year 7 have also contributed to social service by running competitions such as counting the number of beads in a jar, and throughout the year the Houses have collected used stamps for charity. Everyone in the school has contributed to social service in some way, whether through buying a cake at a stall or taking part in a Famine; hopefully this involvement will continue to prosper at Morongo.

On 3 October Year 11 held a Fashion Parade in the Gertrude Pratt Hall. Approximately $700 was raised, $500 of which was sent to the Royal Children's Hospital for their recreational area. Year 11 girls, with some 'male models' and members of staff, walked the cat-walk with professional polish, and the night was a great success.

Sally Berger

Elizabeth Westman

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President Secretary Treasurer

Jennie Currie (Bradshaw) Jenny Battye (Miles) Judy Bent (Wallis)

Canberra President Margaret Morrow (Henderson) Secretary Treasurer Lorna Game (Brett)

Goulburn 'Valle President Nan Sullivan (FewtrYI) Secretary Sandra Macintyre (Bufton) Treasurer Gwen Jensen (Bradshaw)

Melbourne President Faye Lee [Pope) Secretary Margaret Chegwidden (Searle) Treasurer Sandra Oriander [Stevens)

South Australia President Ros Islip (Wishart) Secretary Lois Mander-Jones (McDonald) Treasurer Jeanette Drake (Walker)

Western District President Joan Askew (Fenton) Secretary/Treasurer Julie Ballinger (Winter)

Wimmera President Margaret Radford (Hodgson) Secretary/Treasurer Sue Devlin (Gregory)

Photo from the album of the late Betty Carmichael, student at Morongo 1933 — 1940.

It is my pleasure to present the 1986 report for the Morongo Old Collegians' Association. This has been an extremely busy year with the end of Miss Brookshav/s term as our head mistress and the beginning of Mrs Watt's leadership of our school. At our renunion in November1985, held at Morongo, we presented Miss Brookshaw with an honorary life membership of our association and she graciously accepted this token of our esteem. The year reunion for the 1970-75 girls was held at Sladen House on Friday, 1 5th. November 1985 and was organised by Sue Herd (McKinnon) and Kerri Rau on behalf of the committee and was enjoyed by a large gathering of Old Collegians celebrating 10 years as past pupils of Morongo. Dr. Anne Young (Chirnside) was their special guest, and she gave them an enlightening address on her experiences at the Moscow Olympics Once again, the Geelong Committee entertained the girls leaving school to lunch at the Principal's residence and this proved to be another enjoyable way of inviting the girls to join our association and maintain links with one another and the school. During the year I have been able to attend several branch reunions and meet with many Old Collegians. March saw us meeting in Evie McEwan's (Jones) home in Toorak for the Melbourne Branch Annual Meeting and farewell evening to Miss Brookshaw. In April I journeyed to Euroa with Miss Brookshaw for the Goulburn Valley Branch's meeting at Jeanette Newson's (Thom) home and enjoyed a beautiful luncheon with Old Collegians gathered to say goodbye to Miss Brookshaw. At the beginning of May, Judy Bent, Miss Brookshaw and myself travelled to Stawell to be present at the Wimmera reunion, presided over by Margaret Radford (Hodgson) and well attended by Old Collegians in that area. Old Collegians were well represented at the Garden Party held at Morongo to honour Miss Brookshaw. Mr. John Robb, Chairman of the Council; Mr. Frank O'Neill, Vice Principal; Mellisa James, Head Prefect; Mr. Les Godwin, President of the Parents and Friends Association and myself were speakers at this function. It was followed by afternoon tea in Shaw house because of the uncertainty of the weather. Our representatives at the Sun Tennis Day held in Melbourne were Jill Pavia, Sally and Kathy Egan and Anne Waayers (Jarman). Congratulations to

you all and thankyou Bev. Egan for arranging the team. We were represented in the Sun Golf Cup by Jessie Beckman (McCallum), Pam Amezdroz (Umhauer), Marj. Carroll( Field), Joy Hocking (Baker), Helen Drinnan (Weaver) and Anne Howarth (Lindsay), who all enjoyed playing at Kingston Heath Golf Club. We thank Marj. Carroll for arranging the team and attending the meetings. Our final get-together with Miss Brookshaw was our Social Evening with her, held in the Laird Centre at Morongo when we presented her with a painting of Morongo and expressed our gratitude to her for her leadership, friendship and help to the Old Collegians' Association while she was Principal of Morongo. We wish her a happy and rewarding retirement, and we hope she has enjoyed her trip round Western Australia. Mrs. Judith Watt, our new Principal, was welcomed to Morongo at the beginning of Term II and we wish her a happy and successful period at our school, and we look forward to working with her and sharing school experiences. Mrs. Watt joined the Geelong Committee for supper at our August meeting and our members enjoyed meeting her and talking over future activities and involvement We are helping with Open Day and looking forward to many more shared experiences We will be travelling to Mortlake in early October for the Western District reunion being organised by Joan Askew (Fenton) and Julie Ballinger (Winter). Reports of our Branches appear in our annual report and successful meetings have been held in Adelaide and Canberra as well. Thankyou to our branches for fostering our association around the state and interstate and for your support to Morongo. This year the format for our Golf Day with the Hermitage Old Grammarians was changed slightly to include past pupils of other schools and this proved most successful with interest being shown from several other associations and the golf day will grow I am sure. Thankyou to Marjorie Carroll (Field) and Anne Howarth (Lindsay) for looking after this event for us this year. Over the year we have enjoyed hospitality from the Old Collegians of Geelong Branches of P.LC., Hermitage, Sacred Heart and M.LC.; and P.LC. M.LC and M.C.E.G.G.S. in Melbourne and from the National Council of Women in Geelong and we thank them for including us This year the 1955-60 reunion will be held at Berkeley Lodge on Friday, 21 st November; the hostesses will be Alison Lawson and Jeanette Bell. On Saturday, 22nd. November the Annual General Meeting and Luncheon will be held at Morongo at 11.30 a.m. Thankyou to all Old Collegians and friends who have contributed to our Archives— Pam Warland

(Robertson), Joy Rau (Strong) and myself continue to look after the collection and welcome additions at all times! We have outgrown the cupboard and are heartened to learn we might be able to have a room in the boarding house where much of`yesterdaV could be displayed for the information of the students, visitors and prospective parents. I would like to thank the school for allowing us to use the facilities at the Laird Centre and Dining Hall for our special functions and to the various members of staff— teaching, office, domestic and grounds for their help when sought and so willingly given. We are so lucky to be so closely associated with our school. The Tennis Day and the mid-year luncheon have not been held because of the pressure of other events on the school calendar but will be organised again in 1987. Thankyou Maree Winter for keeping the 1985 year diary for us and Lisa Thom who is compiling the 1986 collection. Thankyou girls for these valuable contributions which will be so interesting to the girls in future years when they wish to refresh their memories or organise reunions On behalf of the association I would like to thank our auditor, the Geelong Advertiser and Geelong News for publicity, June McColl (Orchard) and Dorothy Ruxton (Brown) who represent us at National Council of Women, Val McVean and Dorothy Mitchell who keep up abreast of school functions Finally I would like to thank my Geelong Committee for the support they have given me during my term as your President Special thanks to Jenny Battye (Miles), Judy Bent[Wallis) and Jill Thom( Hookings) who have worked so hard to keep the wheels turning and the Association running smoothly. To Alison Lawson (Laird), my congratulations and best wishes as she takes over as your President and my continued good wishes to the association for the future. Jennie Currie (President)

News Of Old Collegians Megan McKinnon was crowned a Moomba Princess to support the Moomba Queen at the glamorous Melbourne Festival. Megan recently returned from the United States as an exchange student She spent almost twelve months in Minnesota with her host family, and took out honors in H.S.C. subjects which included psychology, German, photography and ceramics She is pursuing a modelling career. 57

Wendy Haseman ( Deans), a health educator dietician at the Geelong Health Resource Centre, was busy promoting Health Week material when photographed by the Geelong Advertiser. Mrs Susie White (Brown) was a convenor at the AIDS seminar in Geelong recently. Susanne works with the Health Department, and took group activites at the seminar. Kerrie Rau from Mt Duneed is busy with her keeshond dogs, attending shows to popularise this uncommon breed in Australia. The breed is from Holland and Kerrie has won several championships with her dogs Trudi Goodwin, Robyn Williams, Jane Durnam, Belinda Prowse, Helen Motten, and Jacci Budge are all travelling in Europe. Lynne Aisbett visited her family during the year, and has now returned to London. Erica Wallace has visited her mother in Geelong and has now returned to her beautiful English thatched cottage in Kent. Erica's cottage was featured in an article in the Women's Weekly. Erica commented, "I must be the only former deb to be running a BS, B, however out of the ordinary'. Jane Feldtman has created a highly successful business making stunning hand painted casual clothes At her art studio in Queenscliff, Jane has successfully combined her talent for painting with her delight in fashion. With her obvious delight in bright, bold colours, Jane splashes her endless variety of designs across vivid fabrics, and sells under her own name in coastal boutiques, top fashion houses in Melbourne, and overseas Jonnie Mander (Fargie) has just left on a Girl Guide trip to Mexico to attend a special seminar at 'Our Cabana', one of the Guides' four World Centres Leaders from several countries will meet together on a photographic topic for use in guiding activities

Marriages Lyn Holbrook to Peter Hayes Carolyn McNaughton to Andrew Long Susan Rechenberg to Bruce Dupe Jackie Bucknall to Michael Carr Belinda Holloway to Ian Carmichael Cheryl Hand to Philip Taylor Jane Adcock to Robert James Jillian Pavia to John Langley Rachel Deller to Colin Bray Fiona Macvean to Peter Murray Jacqui Van Enst to Colin Gray Robyn Garrard to Bob Karasztowych Robyn Lowry to Terry Winter

Births Dr. and Dr. T. Young (Anne Chirnside) — a daughter. Mr. and Mrs. P. Landers (Kathi Lang) — a daughter. Mr. and Mrs. J. MacPherson (Cheryl Richmond) — a daughter Mr. and Mrs. J. Hughes (Anne Murray) — a son. Mr. and Mrs.R. Pearse (Keryn Gibson) — a son. Mr. and Mrs. C. Myers (Roslyn Agg) — a son. Mr. and Mrs. R. Watson (Ann Harrison) — a son. Mr. and Mrs. E O'Rourke (Julie McKeon) — a daughter. Mr. & Mrs. D. Myers (Debbie Warland) — son Mr. & Mrs W. Hill (Gillian McNaughton) — daughter Mr. & Mrs A Luxford (Alison Warland) — daughter Dr. & Dr. R. Crawford (Susan Taylor) — son Mr. & Mrs. J. Faulkner (Heather Hunt) — daughter Mr. & Mrs. A. Harrison (Naomi Simmonds) — daughter Mr. & Mrs G. Hodgson (Jenny Green) — son Mr. (Si. Mrs. J. Rowell [Alison Powell) — son Mr. & Mrs J. Harpley (Felicity Carr) — son Mr. & Mrs S. Crosby (Elisabeth Blackman) — daughter Mr. & Mrs Kisinella (Prue Vincent) — son Mr. & Mrs P. Noble (Heather Wishart) — son Mr. & Mrs A Hamer (Megan Poulston) — son Mr. & Mrs S. Devlin (Donna Blenke) — daughter Mr. & Mrs D. Reynolds (Sue Poulston) — daughter

Kathleen Connell won The Sun Aria for 1986 at The Melbourne Concert Hall in October.

Obituaries

Megan Hamer (Poulston), B.Arch., M.L.Arch, was awarded the Ellis Stones Memorial Award for excellence in research in landscape architecture.

Hilda Wotherspoon (Tucker) — a foundation member of the Goulburn Valley Branch. Margaret Miles( Pettitt) — a daughter of one of the school's founders, and a Prefect in 1935 and 1936. Fiona Campbell — a student from 1973 to 1983 Margery Morris — the current secretary of the Canberra Branch.

Engagements Mandy Mortimer to Andrew James Lisa Hocking to Peter Yeoman Helen Gray-Thompson to Greg Shoemark Diane Solomon to Gordon McRae Lisa Bent to Richard Blair Sally Grills to Kim— Henderson Jennifer Lyons to Paul Jones Elizabeth Warner to Daryl Rogers Catherine Askew to Geoffrey Allen Elizabeth Chisholm to Brett Wylie Fern Deller to David Blackman

"Eddie" Mr. Edward Jenkins, who died in September, will be remembered with affection by many ex-pupils of Morongo — especially boarders— as the kindly driver of"the Eddie bus". He and his family lived for years in The Lodge, near the lower gates "Eddie" retired in 1978 after 20 years service to the school.

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Duck Domination Many centuries ago a common sight was the farmer, armed with rod, at the head of a long procession of ducks. There were white ducks, black ducks, brown ducks and speckled ducks and each duck had white, black brown or speckled coloured bills, legs and feet Up and down the worn paths the processions would waddle and when groups met they would mix and talk with one another. Everything was in order. The farmers had consideration for the ducks and, in turn, the ducks respected the farme s. Harmony could be felt between and within the two groups. Both were content to share their dreams as one and life had no problems. Years passed, as did generations of ducks. Slowly a form of duck evolved which older ducks found unfamiliar. These modern ducks had different ideas from the others. They didn't want to follow the farmers for their daily walks. They felt this was intimidating and preferred to be led by each other than by the farmers. These modern ducks no longer wanted to share their dreams with the farmers. The word of the farmer became less important and was often ignored. The new ducks questioned the way of life of their parents and grandparents. These questions and changed views caused problems. The ducks were still lacking the courage to over-rule the farmers. Many still held some respect for the farmers. The daily walks continued, but groups would rarely stop to talk now. If they did stop the ducks wouldn't get back into the original groups. They tried to confuse the farmers. Often a fanner would arrive home to find that all but two or three of the ducks in the line behind him were not his own. Finally the farmers had to stop the walks. The ducks were kept locked in their yards. The new ducks saw this as their first victory. Now that the ducks were locked in yards all day there was little contact with other groups. The ducks stopped wanting to share each others dreams. Now each duck, young and old, had his own dreams. They called the times of individual dreaming 'privacy'. This soon became known as individuality. This change of life had many effects on the ducks. Some decided that they wanted to become leaders, some felt triumphant because what they believed was good was being done, and many other ducks died because they could not handle the lonliness. Those ducks who wanted to become leaders tried to form groups over which they could rule. Many groups were formed. The bigger the group, the more successful the leader ducks were seen to be. This brought the first signs of needless competition between the ducks in their communities. All the time that the changes in duck life were occurring the farmers continued to feed the ducks. The farmers became very sad and confused, though. They didn't know a way of stopping the changes. They didn't know why the changes were happening. 60

Soon the leader ducks demanded meetings which included all of the ducks in the neighbourhood. Too afraid to say no, the farmers would agree. Each time a meeting was held it ended in chaos. There were riots and many ducks were killed. After a while these meetings caused the deaths of many, many ducks but the farmers could not stop them from being held. Even today these meetings are held. Every month groups of three or four ducks can be seen waddling, grim faced, along the roads. Their farmers walk behind them in large processions. They wonder about the changes. They try to work out what has happened. J. Jordan Year 12.

Autumn The newly fallen leaves drifted towards the litter of dead leaves, their brownish colour covered the floor beneath the old oak The vibrant frost trapped the world inside its icy blanket The sun suddenly peeped through the covering of cloud, making the frost slowly melt away, revealing the lush green grass. As the fresh, crisp, morning air filled my lungs I felt alive and full of energy. I climbed out of my tent and stretched, taking in three deep breaths. Then I bolted full bore toward the now dry pile of leaf litter. I lifted off some of the top layer of leaves and threw them into the air: the snow of tan, yellow, mustard and mottled leaves was uplifted by the gentle autumn breeze. The dry leaves crisp and crunchy beneath my feet were mixed with the still supple, newly fallen leaves. I clasped a large handful of the litter and took in the musty, earthy, decaying smell. Suddenly the birds burst into a happy chorus. The fruit trees burdened with ripe fruit rocked gently in the slight breeze. The fruit of the pomegranate is round, red and orange. Its centre is red, with a clutter of jellied pips. A sweet smelling fragrance of the custard apple wafts from the fruit bowl Its nobbly, brown skin protects the delicious fruit The nose tingling, tangy flavor of the orange, drifts out of the orange skin's pores. The wrinkly skin of the passionfruit disguises the sour, pippy fruit These are the fruits of Autumn Melanie Veal Year 8.

The River In Autumn

The Boy On The Wall

Mist rises up from the river, almost totally concealing the trees which line it The grey dampness swirls around the uncovered branches. The air is thick and all is silent except for the occasional rustle among the brittle leaves. The colours all seem to merge together. The faded yellows, browns and the grey of the mist

The waterpipes banged in rhythmic time with the ringing of my alarm clock I lay frozen in the bed knowing my eyes to be open and myself to be awake, yet feeling content in a dreamy haze of sleep. The sunlight hesistantly peeped through the narrow opening in the curtain almost afraid to enter and disturb the tranquility of the room. My body turned, cocooned in the warmth of the blankets, my eyes shifted to the face which hung on the wall, his square jaw showing fearsome determination, his full lips pursed in a half smile; highlighting the well defined cheek bones and his piercing blue eyes; they had a look of innocence, yet a knowledge of the world, they showed an independence and need for no one, but still a sense of insecurity.

A thin line of smoke rises from the horizon and drifts slowly towards the river. The aroma of the burning leaves which is brought with it can be smelt all around. This scent overwhelms the smell of the damp, rotting leaves at the bottom of the piles of tree litter. The deep rumble of a fog horn can be heard as a boat pushes its way up the river. The dew on the grass and leaves is now starting to disappear, as the sun tries to push its way through the thick barrier of mist At first all that can be seen is a blurry blob just above the horizon But it steadily becomes more visible as the mist clears. Eventually the mist has gone and the sun shines through the cloud. Completely drying out the grass leaves and other vegetation Ingrid Player Year 8.

A Drop Of Hope It's silvery and comes from the heart; It glistens and sparkles as it moves slowly downwards, It comes for a great many reasons, for love, for joy, and for sadness, But this single lonely tear I cry, I cry for you. Sheridan Selzer Year 12.

Beyond My World I walk along the gutter alone, I hear your voice and feel your breath, Slowly I take your hand and grip it gently, I tell you of what I have done during the past week, There's really no need to tell/ for you've been there. As usual you are quiet, you are the listener and I am the talker, I cry a tear as I try to fight back what I know is true, But it can't be true it just can't I grasp your hand and the flowers in my other hand, As I slowly enter the old rusty gates, I walk with you through the knee high grass to a small patch of ground. I let go of your hand as I kneel down and place the flowers on your grave, As usual it hits me like a sharp blow to my soul, I am alone.

Fantasy began to take over as it often did, caught up in wild dreams of roses and romance, on an exotic tropical island, just the two of us, alone, yet blissfully happy. I was all to quickly back to reality by a heavy thump on the door, the dream was over, the spell broken I glanced at the clock, seven thirty, I knew I could no longer lie in bed, and realised if I did not get up soon I would be late. I summoned the energy to dress and still in a dazed state made my way to the bus. On the bus, I took a window seat, I sat and watched as the people went by, it was true they were all different. Some young, old, some black, others white, yet they all seemed the same, their eyes showed emptiness, they told no tales, though their faces were filled with emotion, their eyes said nothing, they had no feelings. As I climbed off the bus, the rain began to drizzle, I pulled up the collar of my coat and joined the robotic like commuters on their way to work As I jossled between them, I could see their eyes thought nothing, it seemed as though their bodies were vacant, I thought of my grandmother and her saying "Your eyes are the windows to your souL" I dwelled for a while, until I reached the shop, on the truth of this statement As the day passed, I watched the faces of the customers I served, looking for that unmistakable spark in their eyes, a fanciful search, it was true for I knew only his papery eyes possessed it I eventually forgot the search, a nonstop stream of customers demanding my full attention had occupied my afternoon That night as I climbed into bed I again remembered, I glanced up at the wall and was greeted by that familiar face, that face I knew so well, those eyes possessed by no one living, the larger than life expression, the face on the screen, the boy on the wall, James Dean Paula Ayrton Year 12.

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Recollections — 60 Years On The lavish detail of this brick schoolhouse, with its cast-iron lace framing the balconies and verandah is fascinating. The magnificent magnolia tree in the garden grows close by one of the upstairs rooms and the beauty of the blooms in the sunlight has been appreciated by many over the years. Here amidst a formal garden setting, the grace and dignity of Victorian architecture plays its part by indicating the era that the group of eighty-year old women have lived through. The decrepit old-timers, some aided by walking sticks, tatter along the path leading to the gateway of their previous school They are former pupils and remember Miss Sophie (the principal) standing in front of the school at the gate, to check girls as they left for home. Their hair was to be tidy, hats straight and gloves on.

Gold lettered wooden plates on the walls indicate the aims of the historical educational establishment One which appeals to me is "To teach the girls social graces, (sitting down, standing up, shaking hands, how to introduce people correctly)." The solidity and stability of the building and its furnishings is reflected in the presonalities of the old women who have returned today to reflect on their schooldays. Obviously they gained much from their strict, structured education in this delightful old building. Merrin Wood Year 11.

The entrance hall, which has a polished marble floor, leads into a long wide corridor. Whilst walking along here Mrs. Symes' eyes twinkle as she recalls being frightened when at school, walking up the steep, gloomy staircase which led to the Principal's office. Here, Miss Sophie would peer at her over her rimmed spectacles. Four very neat, medium-sized rooms lead from the corridor. These were obviously classrooms. It is interesting to notice the design of the long desks and the old, dry, slate blackboard. Little has changed, as it has been used for the past sixty years as a monastery. Mrs. Powe 1 leans her walking stick against the wall and walks briskly over to the long desk in the front row. She grins as she seats herself down into the archaic wood frame. Chuckling, she explains how, when the teacher was out of the room, she and friends would rock their desk backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. Once when doing this the whole desk fell over with an almighty thud! All their full ink bottles fell over them, and papers fell about all over the room! That misdemeanour earned them detentions for one week! In the assembly hall many historical relics of Aldworth Girls' Grammar School which served the community from 1897-1919, are to be found. Lists of subjects offered to students are displayed. Mrs. Wood approaches the others and points out old photographs of tennis teams from the early days. She recalls acting as a sconer and umpire in many occasions. She describes the dress for tennis as "ordinary school uniform of white blouse with navy tie. ankle length navy skirt and navy stockings! Rather hot in 100° heat. Miss Sophie would be mortified to see the short tennis skirts of today!"

An Afternoon Tea With Grandma Confidently I walked into the dark room, looking at the interesting antiques and calling my Grandma The creamy, high ceiling made me feel I was small once again, so I walked into the lounge room with a happy grin on my face. I saw Grandma sitting at the lounge room table which was laid with her favourite lace table cloth and her precious china, floral cups and saucers. The silver spoons and bread knives sparkled when the sun shone through the window. My eye caught the sight of cream buns, chocolate biscuits, fruit cake and apple cake. Then Grandma brought out her silver teapot which is very heavy for her because she is quite weak in the arms. I poured the tea and sat on my chair listening to my Grandma's question about the usual things, school, sport and my feelings towards school My Grandma offered me a choice of a piece of cake or a biscuit I took a piece of apple cake and I dug my teeth into it, it tasted really beautiful. Too soon it was time to go and meet mum in the city. So I said good-bye and went Rowena Lee Year 8.

His Last Wish

Autumn The smells, sights and feeling of winter approaching leaves on the ground, trees left cold in the wind and rain, swaying to the rhythm of the wind and drooping in the rain. I scuffle in the dead leaves, listening to the crackling and breaking of leaves, and seeing them left to decay in the rich soil formed by the leaves of last season. I take a deep breath and smell the unclean air. After you have scuffled through the leaves, it's a musty, grassy, earthy smell Leaves are dark brown, half yellow and red, mustard, and faded, brittle, veined, soft, damp and moist I can still see the smouldering bonfires of dead leaves from the night before. Fruits in season are ready to be picked and eaten, or left on the branches and ground to decay, or be eaten by hungry insects, and birds that have attacked them for energy or to store for the winter. Winter is not my favourite season. I hate getting up when it is still dark and cold, not bright and sunny. But I do like the fruits that come in that season and, best of all, the snow. Sheree Thurley Year 8.

Peace Peace is a Grandfather clock, tick, tock, tick, tock The glow of coals in an open fire, tick, tock, tick, tock The silence of children in their slumber, tick, tock, tick, tock A candle flickering in the cool night air, tick, tock, tick, tock The waves lap lapping against the shore. Peace may be lonely But I prefer it that way. This is PEACE! Lindy Ekstedt Year 8.

The sad, depressed, lonely face stared out of the forgotten window. The window was frozen over from the cold of the previous night A cold wind blew gently through the gap in the frame that had been broken many years ago and, as yet, not repaired. The cool breeze moved slowly around the little, unchangeable room and gently shifted the small rose petals. They had fallen from a rose that had been given to him by a great grandson It seemed so long ago since he had received that rose. He had treasured it with all his heart Mr. Elton watched the small petals gently move with each little breeze. He began to whistle a small tune, a slow, meaningful tune that was about roses. "The Lord has created many wonderful things, all of which have so much beauty." As he thought this and began to whistle again, he wondered how many people would or could see the beauty in such creations. Mr. Elton had learnt to enjoy everything that the world had to offer because it was all that he had left to enjoy. He had learnt to cope with loneliness.He admired the small world outside his window. It had given him a new enjoyment that he had never really bothered to look at before. A gentle, frosted breeze touched Mr. Elton's weatherbeaten cheeks and reminded him of the feeling of being old and forgotten Someone nobody bothered with because he was regarded as an old man who was going insane. A total waste of time. This thought gave him a cold shudder down his once strong but now frail back He tried to keep cold thoughts like this out of his mind but sooner or later they would come back to haunt him. He realised the reality of his wife and it was very frightening to him. His feelings for his beloved wife would remain always. His children he would never forget The family had moved on, progressing in time, but he had come to a stop, no longer able to help. A sad and depressed face took over the face of curiosity and thoughtfulness. Mr. Elton began to realise the pain and sorrow he had been put through, through lack of love and patience. He was a sensitive man who cared for and respected many people. Mr. Elten had many wishes that he wanted to experience when he was a younger man but they were forgotten The only wish he hoped for now was the wish that his sons and daughters might visit him once more, before it would be too late. As the cold wind blew in again, a small Robin Red Breast came and sat on the window sill The small bird gave Mr. Elton a feeling of happiness. It sat for a short time and then flew off It was gone and so was Mr. Elton's hope for his last wish. Laurelle Braybrook Year 11.

Eigigu Once upon a time, there was a girl called Eigigu; she lived with her family. She had two sisters, a father and a mother. Her family were always pushing her around, they were very cruel to her. One day when she went down to the beach to wash herself, she saw a small coconut tree. She said to it, "r11 take care of you as if you're a real human being." So everyday when she went down to the beach she always watered and talked to the tree. Day by day the tree got bigger and bigger until one day when Eigigu went down to the beach she didn't see her small coconut tree, instead she saw this tall coconut tree that reached the sky. She said to herself, "rm going to climb the tree and start a new life up in the sky." So she started climbing. When she got to the middle, she looked down and saw her family crying and asking for forgiveness and telling her to come back to them. But she just ignored them and kept on climbing. When she got up in the sky, she was very hungry and thirsty. As she was searching for water and food she heard a woman yelling out, " Coconut milk for sale!" The funny thing about this woman was that she touched each coconut milk as she counted it. Eigigu then knew that the woman was blind; she crept behind her and stole a coconut each time the woman faced the other way. The blind woman was then puzzled because each time she made a coconut milk, she counted them and they were always the same number they didn't increase. As Eigigu grabbed for another milk, the blind woman grabbed her hand and said, " So you're the thief eh, r 11 tickle you until you run out of breath." As she was tickling Eigigu, Eigigu yelled out, "Don't, please stop it! I'll blow on your eyes and make you see again." The woman asked, "Do you know how to?" and Eigigu replied that she did. So she stopped and Eigigu opened one of her eyes then blew, she blew and blew, and out came cockroaches, scorpions, beetles, bugs, bees, butterflies, lady-bugs and lots more dirty insects. She then opened the other eye and blew again, and out came hundreds of those insects again. After Eigigu blew on her eyes, she looked at Eigigu and said, "Thank you very much, I can't believe I can see again" She then asked what Eigigu was doing in that place, and when Eigigu told her that she had ran away from home and how her family had treated her, she told her that she could stay with her at her place. So Eigigu went with her, the woman fed her and while they were talking Eigigu felt strange, she didn't know why but she was melting.

Suddenly, they heard a loud voice saying, "Mum rm home." The woman then told Eigigu that it was her eldest son Ekwan (the sun) and that she should hide Eigigu otherwise her son would kill her for bringing strangers to their house. As Eigigu hid in the cupboard, she heard the woman and her son talking — Ekwan (sun) said to his mother, "Mother, I smell something strange," and the woman replied, "Maybe its your food, you keep on eating, your brother Erit (Thunder) is going to come soon," and the Sun said again, "Mother, is there anybody here that you're hiding from me?" and his mother replied, "Don't be silly, you know there isn't anybody here in the sky, except for our family." Hours later Ekwan left, Eigigu got out of the cupboard and helped the woman clean the place. While she was cleaning she felt cold and they heard the thunder. The woman then hid Eigigu again in the cupboard. Erit asked the same questions his brother asked and his mother just replied, "Don't be silly, you know there's nobody here except for me." Hours later Erit (Thunder) left and Eigigu once again got out of the cupboard and started helping with the work when suddenly, everything lit up. The woman told her to hide in the cupboard because her son Moromen (Moon) had come. While Eigigu was in the cupboard she heard a kind voice saying, "Hi mother, what are we having for breakfast?" (because it was now in the morning). After he had his breakfast, which took ages, his mother showed him that she was no longer blind, and told him all about Eigigu and how kind she was. She then asked if he would like to see her, and he replied, "yes", so Eigigu got out of the cupboard and just as they saw each other they knew they were meant for each other. The woman then asked her son if he could take care of Eigigu and he replied, "yes", so they were married. Now every night when you look up in the sky, you can see the shadow of Eigigu on the moon. Sylvanna Satto Year 7.

A River So much depends upon a river boats sail upon it — outside of the city. Rowena Kelynack Year 8.

A Dark Cloud On The Horizon We all sat silently around the kitchen table. The flies buzzed their eternal paths over our heads, bumping against the light shade. The heat hung oppressively over the house. Outside a north wind blew, whipping the dust up into wild, twisting storms and stripping the gums of their remaining leaves. The sheep stood in single file, each shading its head behind the next one's flank It was the fourth month without rain The rains, informed the weather man gloomily, were three months overdue, but should be here in the next week. "The silo is empty," said Dad, his voice a cracked whisper in the silence. My sister aimlessly piled salt up on the table then blew it onto the floor. "I fed the last lot to the sheep this morning". There are only ten bales of hay left, for three thousand sheep, one hundred head of cattle and four horses. Three horses had been destroyed only yesterday, as had two thousand sheep on the neighbouring property. My father had helped to shoot them. Dad slowly moved from his chair and grasped the telephone. "John, look, think I'll need some help tomorrow... the pits dug.." So hard to destroy one's livlihood but also one's love. "Ian," my mother suddenly said. "Ian, please..." "Six-thirty tomorrow then", said my father. "Ian, no, no, look!" We all swung around to look and then gape with amazement at the dark cloud looming on the horizon Natalie Adamson Year 12.

Peace Where nature's mood is gentle, quiet and kind, The soft winds fan the trembling leaves and the paths winding deep into the green breathless shade, The warm fragrant air gently floats from the flowers below, The stillness of the windless forest, Broken occasionally by the singing of a distant bird, While the family sit beside the fire and watch 07? curling smoke and the embers glow, Surely we can discover truth and peace.

The Images of Win #er The frost-bitten faces of many small children, with their red noses pressed up against the frosted window breathing heavily making small patches of fog The soft unblemished snow lying on the uneven ground; The bitter winter nights with the haunting winds and pale moonlight; The wise old owl sitting alertly in the tree waiting for an unfortunate creature to pass his view, The tiny paw prints of the elegant doe, that has finally travelled through the ice- cold snow; The mist-moon perfectly harmonizing with the desolate landscape; The ravenous snow that screeches tauntingly at the night; nighty But then dawn breaks and the crows have gone, but instead the inquisitive sparrow has risen to greet the brisk morning The brittle branches lightly sprinkled with the fresh white substance; The peaceful lull of the bubbling river, melodically gurgling to the sounds of the morning Then as the grey clouds cluster, all the animals seek refuge under fallen branches or anything adequate to keep them dry of the tormenting showers; The once coloured scenery, slowly turning into a bleek white picture; The harsh winds that so brutally criticize- the struggling sun; The once unbothered cities, now a busy, rushing town hurrying to seek shelter from the snow and sleet; The runny noses of every second person, coughing and spluttering for all they're worth; The warm woollen jumpers and vests piled on by the dozens just to keep out "Jack Frost"; The discarded figures looking longingly for a nice warm bed and a cup of cocoa; But then outside the dark nights, highlighted by the howling winds and regular showers; start to disappear and a new image is born; "Spring!", The flowers and trees now bloom and the snow starts to melt, and fresh green shoots start to grow, A new season is born and "Winter" is gone, leaving its chills and snow behind. Paula Robertson Year 7.

Narelle Lentini Year 8.

Killing Fields One by one they followed each other through the open fields. They walked meekly, humbly. They were being led towards a walled-in area It looked strange from my view. I was above, on top of the hilL All I could see was the line. They followed each other uniformly. No- one was out of place, no-one stumbled. It was very reginmentaL They seemed like soldiers. But, the sight of the whip that lashed them, and the sound of the raucous yells that provoked them, proved to an onlooker that they were the prisoners, not the capturers. The scene from my vantage point was unusual indeed. For miles, all around, all I could see was fields. Some containing wild, tangled outgrowths of long withered weeds, and others carpeted with short, yellowishbrown, dying grass. The view would have been monotonous, except for the uncovered four-walled brick yard' positioned in the middle of the most treacherous field. This field produced brambles and thorns which scratched the victims as they marched solemnly through this central area Thistles and broken glass, disguised in the undergrowth, slashed their bare feet as they plodded onwards. I couldn't see inside the brick area Although it had no roof, my position did not enable me to see its interior. All I could see was the incredibly long trail of people; men and women, heading towards this area They must have come from the hills and valleys beyond my sight My eyes only allowed the line to become visible on the horizon. I'm sure it continued much further though I sat there for hours watching this sight It enthralled and intrigued me. I did not know what could happen next This fact kept me watching. If I had known what was about to happen I would have left hours before I did. Finally, the line halted. I saw the people lower their heads. What was about to happen? I knew I would find out soon when I saw two giant crosses appear through the top of the brick 'yard'. There was a man tied to one cross and a woman tied to the other. My binoculars helped me to see that these people were nailed to the crosses, not tied.. I was shocked by this cruelty. I was in sympathy with the pained, but brave faces, that these people wore. I'll never forget what happened next It made me retch, and I still shake with horror when I think about it I can remember the crosses being raised until they were completely above the height of the brick walls. Next, everything seemed to happen at once. All the people, who made up the line, looked up at the crosses sadly. Then they were whipped and whipped. Lashed, until they sank to the ground.

I remember seeing the crosses being set on fire. I watched the man and woman being burned alive, while the soldiers, or whoever they were, shot the victims on the ground, making sure they were dead.

r ve never gone back I always think of that place as the `killing fields'. Sam Spry Year 12.

What Autumn Brings Autumn brings us cold weather And dark mornings. The sea is crisp and calm — But only in the early morning. By the time people start going to work, The sea has become very rough The wind howls in the cold morning air And blows all the dead leaves Away from the trees, collecting all of the leaves, twigs and grass cuttings And giving them a musty smell The dew on the grass looks like silver buttons, Leaves and roots begin to rot You may think that the trees are bare, When they have no leaves, But they have Pretty buds on them. The leaves on the grass look dead, But not so upon the trees. To me, in autumn, the trees LOOK GREAT. Jodi Cossor Year 7.

First Meeting Believe it or not, I used to be a peaceful, content, solitary, Siamese cat That was until the white, fluffy, cantankerous kitten appeared! They had the cheek to call him Henry which fitted perfectly with our surname Hastings. But, the arrival of this active young "fellow" spelt the end of my serenity. Before 'his' arrival, life was so relaxing, I could take all day if I liked to daintily chew my food, not having to listen to the slurping of water and now rm used to keeping my paws on my food in case 'he' snatches it I could day- dream in the ivy, lying stretched out with the sun beating down on my back Capturing birds wasn't a trial as it is now. I could climb up my ladder without fear of being knocked sideways. When visitors came, I was always the centre of attention. People always commented on my sleekness and clear blue eyes. "He could easily have guarded the Egyptian Temples", they used to say. As my owners were going on a long holiday, they dropped me off at the cattery. Of course I didn't want to go among all of those cats, stuck in a little wire enclosure with restricted space to run in and cats meowing all night (I could hardly sleep!). Why couldn't they have taken me on a holiday with them? I could lie under the palm trees. I wouldn't have caused any trouble! After their long holiday, (it seemed long anyway. It was only for 5 days apparently!), my owners came to collect me. I was so tired from lack of sleep. I longed for a nice long rest, excess space to run in and some nice food (cattery food's awful). As I was loaded into my family's car, I perceived something purring pathetically (sounding rather like a tractor actually). Its tiny long whiskered face was resting on my mother's leg, his eyes were closed and his mouth bore a wide grin To me he seemed fairly content, on my mother's leg, in our car! Jealousy began to overcome me especially when I heard my owner say, "We'll have to buy another bed. I wonder if he'll eat much? What are we going to call him?" (Humans musn't realize that cats can understand English!) 'He' snuggled contentedly into my mother's lap as I sat alone on the back seat As we neared the supermarket they went to purchase some special requirements for baby kittens! Huh! Out they came with armfulls of Kitty litter, vitamin drops, calcium tablets, olive oil for furball treatment, special toys for him, (for me to trip over) and soft chewy bites for his needle-like teeth. All the while the "furry creature" warmly curled up in the car was oblivious to all the fuss. Needless to say nothing extra (apart from my usual "Snappy Tom") was purchased for me.

They put him in my shed and locked the door with the two of us in there. Just to let him see who was going to be in complete control, I raised the fur on my back and head and gave him one of my best hisses! To my amazement, Henry wouldn't respond at all! He just continued to pat his plastic mouse and purr gently. I then tried my fang trick, it always worked with Harold Lewis (my arch enemy). I curled my lips as high as possible revealing my feline fangs. Henry thought this was a loving smile and" head-butted" me affectionately. I eventually ceased my 'frightening' tactics and collapsed exhausted into my familiar bed. In no time he had leaped onto my weary back and proceeded to nuzzle me out of my comfortable position While he had the warm travel tug, I was forced to extend my limbs over the edge of the basket In the morning, when my family usually came to serve my breakfast 'he' was picked up and cuddled while I was largely ignored. Then 'he' was given his special breakfast of chewy bites and milk He not only consumed his portion, but attacked mine too! The time which rm allowed inside the house is now limited unfortunately, to half the time I was allowed before, as we're not permitted inside together as Henry nips at my tail and a fight then commences. He bites at the fringe on the table- cloth with ornaments laid on the top. I'm sure you can guess what happens! He runs around the house with the fringe fitted like dental-floss in his teeth while the ornaments are lying shattered on the floor. Life was so peaceful without him! If only my owners hadn't gone on a holiday! If they hadn't, this little pest wouldn't have invaded my privacy! They say that cats are amazingly adaptable creatures and I guess by now that I have grown tolerant of his wild, demanding, attention-seeking, greedy but sometimes lovable 'friend'. I have almost forgotten what it was like to enjoy the benefits of being the one prized possession While he's rummaging through the garbage on Tuesday, maybe he won't notice the huge Council truck Jacqui Hastings Year 9.

A Dream I love ballet But over the years I have learnt that perseverence is the key to any success that might be gained from it I can always remember thinking, as a very young girl, how wonderful it would be to dance on the top of your toes, and wear beautiful leotards and tutus. All little girls dream of such things. My family shifted from Portland to Shepparton when I was seven years old. It was at that time I was given the opportunity to begin learning ballet And so it was that I skipped into the studio once a week in my lovely new tights, pretty pink ballet slippers, and shiny colored leotards. How I loved to dance then, in that little world of my own, letting the music carry me away, and still hoping, dreaming, of becoming a great Prima ballerina

The results came. I was excited, nervous, impatient, and yet unwilling to open the letter that would either make or break me. Slowly, in my own time, I unfolded the paper. My eyes quickly skimmed the words, seeing and yet not reading. Breathlessly I came to the crucial part "RESULT...." I read, and then..., then.... NO! No, there must be some mistake. It couldn't be. r d failed! Hot tears of self-pity quickly filled my eyes and were soon over-flowing their lids and cascading shamelessly down my plump pink cheeks. How could this have happened to me? My first exam failure, and as yet my last

After several years the novelty wore off, the answer to my dreams seeming light years away, as classes became longer, harder and more numerous. I was sick of ballet then, actually hating those stupid pink tights and pretty leotards. Unsuccessfully I tried to tell my parents that I wanted to give ballet up, but they seemed to think it was only a phase I was going through And so I continued on with ballet, no single emotion about it winning the battle in my mind; trying to love it as once I had, yet still not happy, unsure, my faith in my dream wavering.

Several weeks later I had overcome my tremendous disappointment and loss of faith in my abilities. I know now that the only way I did this was through perseverence, continuing on with the one thing that I both loved and hated at the same time. Gradually I pushed all the hatred for ballet out of my system by working in my classes, and at home, harder than I ever had done before. I decided then that I would try my Elementary exam again the next year. I would show the examiners just what I was made of, and I would continue trying until I passed that exam, no matter how long it took At the end of that year my family moved to Geelong, a shift that greatly upset me. But it was at my new school that I found kindness, warmth, and a hideaway where I could dance away my fears, my loneliness and all my unhappiness just for a little while.

During this unsettled time, I learnt that for the good times to come, one must endure the bad and persevere throughout This was a very important step forward for me. After two or three more difficult years, the excitement of pointe shoes (ballet shoes hardened to enable dancing on the toes) brought my interest bounding back, even greater than before.

And so it was that on my sixteenth birthday I travelled once more to Melbourne with my new, beloved ballet teacher to do my Elementary exam. Then came the long, anxious weeks of waiting for the results. In my own mind I had great hopes of a dream from my childhood, a dream that just might become a step closer to fulfillment with the coming of my result

However, dancing on pointe was not as easy and graceful as true ballerinas made it look. There was much pain, physical pain this time, that I had to endure — bleeding toes, raw blisters, cramped feet and muscles. And yet, with my love for ballet I still continued.

I will always remember the night my mother brought the letter up to the ballet studio at the close of a long tiring class. Both my mother and ballet teacher stood patiently aside as I clutched hopefully to the envelope, not knowing what news it contained. Desperately I tore it open, but there was a long hesitant moment before I gradually unfolded the page. Then, in a courageous burst, knowing there was nothing I could do to change it now, I read the words....

At the age of fourteen (one week before my fifteenth birthday) I completed a major ballet examination (Elementary) in Melbourne. Exhausted then, both mentally and physically, I waited the weeks until the results came out Hope was rising within me, welling to fill my breast At last, at last, I could faintly see my dream turning to reality. Still a long way off, but maybe a step closer.

r d passed!! Happy radiance glowed all over my face as I grinned at Mum and ran to embrace my expectant teacher. I loved her, loved them both Life was good. My birthday had given me luck Other ballet students, all my friends, gave me their congratulations, and their sincerity showed on their faces. Everyone was very happy for me, but no- one more happy, more excited than myself. I had just successfully completed the most major examination of all the students in the ballet school for that year.

Now, looking back on this I can feel proud, not only of my achievement but of the way I had reached it — I hadn't given in I learnt this lesson of perseverence at an early age, and it has stuck with me so far. I believe that to give up is a break down of your own selfdiscipline. To make any achievements in life you must work your hardest and battle against disappointments and failures. The greatest glories come to those who have suffered, but who still persevere throughout Leonie Skewes Year 11.

The House The old haunted house stands alone on the hill, No one will enter this place full of gloom, The wind wails through hallways and the shutters go mad, The staircase creaks at the slighest murmur and the floorboards moan at the slightest touch. Dust blankets the antiques, that were once pride and joy, The chandeliers droop from the ceiling expectantly, And even the mice don't dwell in this horror, The eerie library is a depressing place, with soldier like books lining the walls, This home, once a place of grandure and prosperity, stands motionless, alone on the hill.

The Afrikaner Farmer

Natalie Morrison & Vanessa Keleher Year 8.

He shields his eyes and surveys the land that is his. His figure seems to emerge naturally from the soil to quietly stand and move among the other products of nature. His face, smoothed and polished like a muchtreasured stone, appears to have a permanent film of yellow dust upon it, as if determined to show his ties with his livelihood. He seems quietly content with his existence and caught up only with what concerns the land and himself. However if disturbed, the land body starts to rumble and sway, slowly gathering itself together; combining its far-flung strengths, which slowly rise to the surface, and with a spitfire of energy and fury is released. The torrents of words bubble from his mouth while his arms and hands flail around his head like wind- caught branches. The polished rock face shines and comes alive with energy and knowledge. He becomes master of all subjects, the bottomless well of advice and the teacher of all. No mere mortal may argue without the spitfiring words and gestures leaving their shredded marks. When he is finished he slowly subsides and returns behind his infallible shield of his single-minded track through life. Mellisa James Year 12.

I am.. I

am my father's patience and fair hair, I am my mother's features and taste in clothing. I am my Nanna's superb cooking. I am my Pa's appetite. I am the gentle touch of my dog's paw. I am all I have been taught and I remember. I am three, kissing my puppy on the nose and teaching her hbw to kiss, I am putting rollers in my Nanna's hair, I am leaving primary school, with a tear in my eye, I am trying hard in Secondary school, I am continuously fighting with my brother I am seeing, hearing, talking and walking, I am me...! Melanie Williamson Year 8.

A Day In The Life Of A Student In The Year 2010 I stumbled out of bed and hobbled into the kitchen, gulped down a glass of multi-vitamin fruit juice and grabbed a wholemeal breakfast bar. I was anxious to finish my schoolwork because I' d promised to meet a friend at the golf course at two. I' d nearly finished all the work from the week's exercise disc even though it was only Wednesday. I was so glad that they brought in the new rule about working at your own pace. Now I could race through the disc and then be free to do what ever I wanted. To finish the disc all I had to do was Maths, English and Science exercises. The following day we would have sport at the sports centre. It was so much fun now to get there since I got a `state of the art' solar powered bike for my last birthday. This week I was doing cycling in the velodrome. Wednesday was the only day that I didn't have afternoon activities. Usually all students met everyday after lunch at the school centre. One week we might do cooking, another week art and another ceramics. Next month I was going to work in the Post Office each Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday night Each student had to do some kind of community work every three months. After golf, a game still played as it always has been, I rode to the students' centre. It was open from 5-10 pm every week night and was located near the school centre. If you wanted to you could go there and discuss work or anything else with your peers. It was equipped with two computers, a disc library and common room facilities. I stayed there until 6:30 and then rode home for tea It was cold and dark so the headlights and warmth cover were needed. I arrived home to find that dad had set the table and was serving my favourite meal. The micro-wave cooked delicious roasts. After tea I typed out my week' s self- assessment ready to give to my teacher on Friday. We (the students) had to write a report at the end of the week and then take it to the school centre, along with the week's exercise disc, and discuss it with our monitoring teacher. Even though these things (the exercises etc.) could have been sent through to a teacher's computer from home, some student-teacher relationship was thought to be needed. The self-assessment had to include how you thought you were coping with the work and if you required extension work on any topics. The teacher would read it through with you after he/she had corrected your exercise disc. Then you would be told if the contents of your report were relevant or not After the meeting the teacher would assign you your next week's disc. 70

I completed my assessment and then got ready for bed. On Thursday (the next day) I would only have to attend activities in the afternoon. The rest of the day I would have free, as I had finished all my work. Kirsten Bishop Yr. 8

My Favorite Slice Of Time My favorite slice of time is the long, summer evenings, when the shadows begin to lengthen and the day draws to a close. After a hot muggy day during summer, the change in the air, from hot and humid, to a cool and crisp breeze brings welcome relief As the families begin to go their separate ways and return home, a sort of peaceful feeling sets in. These days are my favorite, when you sit around outside for hours, talking to friends about anything and everything. This is a time when friendships grow and when time seems to stop. Gradually, the shadows grow longer and, as the sun sets, the sky comes alive in colour, and hints at what the next day will be like. During this time, the air can sometimes become much colder, and people rush indoors for much warmer clothing to put on, so that they can stay outside longer. You can hear laughter, and gossip wherever you go, and the whistling of a kettle as even more cups of coffee are made. Once it gets too dark outside, groups of people move inside to talk They enjoy themselves so much that they don't want to go home. As the younger children are sent to bed, the adults begin to play games, which in some cases, have been known to go on for hours. As the sky gets darker, and the time later, people go home to bed, in order to sleep, then wake up refreshed for a new day. My favorite slice of time is the summer evenings, whilst on holidays people move at a slower pace, and because they aren't bagged down with business pressures, they can enjoy their holidays and relax and have a good time. J. Schram Year 11.

Winter The cold creeps in, spreading its icy fingers over the snow covered mountain. The sky is full of grey snow clouds. The windows are covered with a thin layer of snow. Almost everything outside is pure white. It seems almost like a second ice-age. Sitting in the warm kitchen of our ski lodge, I can faintly see a boy walking through the snow, with his St Bernard playing in the piles of fresh snow. I wonder what I will do. Should I go out in this almost blizzard? There is a race on today, so maybe I could go out r ye decided to go out anyway. I will put on warm underclothes, ski suit, socks over tights, skivvy, thick jumper, gloves, ski boots and finally skis. I have got a day ticket, and am ready to go. The weather is still freezing and the wind is howling. It is still snowing. There is hardly a person out My herringbone steps have been covered by fresh snow. The queue for the Tbar is three people long. I am on the T-bar with a girl called Sarah There is a sign on a pole that says the race has been called off, due to bad weather. Oh well, at least I have someone to ski with TODAY IS NOT MY DAY! Sandra Petty Year 7.

Autumn The odour of freshly cut grass, The dew on the clovers, The dead leaves lodged in the branches, And the golden trees in Autumn brings life out in the schooL The little green patches of lichen on the trees, The dead flowers hanging and blowing in the breeze, And the smell of the rotting leaves wafts through the air, And as the black birds tweet, The wind slips through my hair. The sight of the wisteria on the house, And the fresh crabapple smelling nice, And the taste of the overripe fruit, Brings out the spirit of Autumn spice! Kirsty White Year 7.

Best Time of Day I enjoy my day most between the time that the schoolbell goes at half-past three and the other bell that rings aloud to the boarders of Morongo — for tea time. More so, when it is winter, as it is now. Two hours of sheer pleasure, before tea and before another two hours of ploughing through prep! But, alas! much of it goes to waste, for instance the time spent walking back to the boarding house. But then again, I enjoy to the fullest this special time. It is RELAXATION TIME. After a tiring day at school, what with the helter- skelter of mad-rush Wednesdays, and in between music lessons, tennis lessons and the writing of Physics and Chemistry practicals, not to mention the proving of ridiculous trigonometric identities, — my room, or rather my little seven by eight cubicle, seems the best place to retire to: it isn't too majestic, but it's a good enough blessing not be in a dorm. Well, how then do I spend this special time? Chuck the bag in the room, I say. Then I collect my newspapers and anybody else's down my end. Then back to the room. Oh! for a nice cup of warm tea And biscuits. And maybe a little chocolate too! It's fast approaching tea-time. I think I'd better get a shower now. A hot steaming shower can do wonders....I suppose it has within itself that rejuvenating effect It does for me, anyhow! I have my shower and get dressed all ready for tea, except for my mocassins. They're warm! and I want to stay in them. My ticking alarm-clock smiles a half hour after four. Oh yes! never forget to do your washing, girl! So out comes the bulging laundry bag and the soap suds, rm finished. rye about an hour to go. What shall I do now? Actually, come to think about it, my nails could do with some cutting and filing. And I might just add some nail strengthener and nail polish So there I sit, my legs stretched out on the bed. Then while waiting for my nails to dry, I reach out for the newspaper and slip to the comics section The aim now achieved, I start tidying up. Barely half an hour before the dressing bell goes, and my room is in as neat a condition as it will ever be. Relaxation time is coming to an end — unfortunately. I plonk down onto the bed, in the midst of Doggy, Bunny, Bear and the two ice- cream dolls, and filing my nails while trying desperately to hold up " Gone with the wind" I wait for dinner time. So, that's my two hours — gone! Gosh rm hungry! I wonder what's for tea? Cheryl Wee Year 11. 71

Th e Attic I was awoken by the cool soft breeze and the bright summer's sun shining through the small attic window on my right hand side. It was a room r d never seen before. It gave me a fright at first but then I suddenly realized that. I had fallen asleep in the car the night before and mum had carried me in to the house. We had been driving all night to get to my Great Aunt Agatha's house. I had never seen her before and I was very excited about the whole thing. All of a sudden right overhead I heard a bolt of thunder and I sighed to myself. I had been hoping to go exploring this unknown town in which my Great Aunt Agatha lived. "Oh well", I said with a sigh, "I guess I will get up and go and see my Great Aunt Agatha" I got out of bed and went straight to my suitcases which were in the corner of the big room. I rummaged around my suitcases and pulled out a pair of old blue jeans and a little white top. When I had dressed I opened the door and ran down the staircase. When I got down to the bottom a voice called out, "Is that you Sam?"

Just then Great Aunt Agatha walked into the room. "That looks great on you, Sam," Aunt Agatha said with a smile. "Could I please have it if it fits?" "Yes of course, dear." I pulled off my top and slipped it over my head. The dress fitted and I was so glad. Just then mum and dad walked in the front door, their arms filled with parcels. "Sam", yelled dad, "pack your things, we just got a telegram saying that Moo the cow is having a bit of trouble having her calf." I ran into the room I had slept in and grabbed my bags. "Sorry aunt but we will have to leave in a hurry," said mum. We jumped in the car and I said, "Thankyou for a great time and the red dress." "You're welcome. I just wish you could have stayed longer." "Goodbye," I yelled as we drove into the distance, "I hope we can come and visit you again some time." Melissa Way Year 7.

I ran into the room where the voice had come from. There was an old lady with grey hair sitting at a table in a quite large kitchen "Hello Sam," said the old lady. "Do you know who I am! "I guess I do, are you my great aunt?" "Yes indeed I am. It's a bit of a shame it is raining because I was going to take you to the fair in town today but I suppose we'll have to find something else to do. "Where are my mother and father please?" "The have gone to town to do some shopping and get some presents for friends at home. You could go up in attic and search through some of the boxes, see if you can find anything you like." "Could I really, aunt?" "Yes, but first have some breakfast" I ran out of the room yelling, "I don't want any breakfast thankyou." I headed straight for the stairs I ran up them and started opening all the doors to see which one was the attic. I opened a door and there was another set of stairs. I ran up and opened the door at the end of the stairs. There was a whole lot of boxes inside the door, I walked in the door and started rummaging through them. There was a really lovely red dress with white lace around the neck, hem and cuffs. I held it against my body and looked at myself in the cracked mirror which was standing up against the far walL

Peace The sun shines down on sparkling water. Birds busy themselves nesting, feeding. Nature's order sees the coloured butterfly cruising. A fish jumps! Animals graze oblivious to the busy fly. Buzzing, seeking to perch on its host. In contrast, humans seek to gain. This greed, avarice, ego, power, Makes them bomb, destroy, maim. They betray their humanity to fellow beings. Knowledge makes bigger weapons. Weapons to kill, to hurt, to obliterate. Peace can be friendship. Love in a family. A birth, a celebration, even in death. Peace often follows trauma A rest after toil — Resolution after conflict. Nature shows us real peace, Its harmony, co-operation and tolerance. It teaches us lessons. It humbles us to realise the limitations of our minds. Natalie Morrison Year 8.

The Lady In The Tram

The Cat's Dead

I saw her in this tram. She was all dressed in black Black shoes, black stockings, a black dress and a black hat She sat opposite me, at the little corner,... all by herself She clung on to her black handbag, looking fearful and frightened of the world she was in

I am alone. I sit in the corner of my room and press my face against the cold surface of the wall. A small pain has started to wind its way up from below my ribs until it knows and twists in my chest The rain has eased and only the consistent drips from a water drain keeps pure silence at bay. I hate and love all at once and this is the pain which now pulls and tugs at my throat and eyes.

As I looked on, I saw a stream of slow, moving tears, rolling down her pale cheeks. She took off her glasses to wipe her eyes. I noticed the bags under her red, watery eyes. She had been crying. I could sense the sorrow in her. It was painful. Painful to have lost someone she loved so dearly. She had just returned from her husband' s funeral. He was gone. Gone forever into another world that she didn't know where. But she had to face the fact now. She was alone. Vera Wee Year 10.

Autumn Leaves Autumn, Leaves float down slowly on to the ground, From the highest tops, Of the old oak tree. Musty coloured, light green with speckles of brown, they Lie in a heep in front of me, As I kick them around with my feet The peaches have been spoiled by the sparrows, Insects eat the fresh leaves, Leaving a hole in the middle. A cool breeze pushes in my face, Old crippled, bare, trees creek and sway, In the autumn winds. I like the whistling of the birds, As I sit down and listen, To them sing. Lisa Nicholls Year 8.

Darkness is coming but I will not turn on the light, for if I do all those things which now move undisturbed about me will sheer away in fright, gazing at me with curiosity as I sit in my false light So I will hide and be one of them. Eyes are staring, voices talking but heads are down and talking stops as I enter. I will stay in my corner and feel nothing, show nothing. I could pretend. I have before. Sometimes I can step back and watch myself. I'm an actress in real life and yet exposed on stage. I can manipulate people, but rm the one in the corner. Can you understand? Do I pretend to know myself? They come now banging at my doors and peering in my windows and though the doors are unlocked, they cannot get in. My fingers are twisting my hair into tight coils like thick brown rope. I let them loose spinning frantically, only to stop and to be immediately twisted again Are they still there? Can I see a white face looking in? Nevermind, they won't see me in the dark My cat has appeared on the window ledge. In a single movement it slides between the small gap in the fly wire. Its nimble frame is outlined by a thin filter of light from outside. It jumps to the floor and in a commanding gesture arches itself against the leg of a chair. It stops and now moves with more intent, exploring the room. With its eyes it catches me, holds me tight, not moving, trapping me. I can't look away. Cats can enter places people can't, they hold keys we don't possess. I don't want it here. Quickly I reach out and grasp it tightly, holding so tight that soon the eyes fade and I am the captor. The drip of water has ceased and all sound is undetectible to me. Blood is beginning to congeal on my arms and face; the scratches are deep but I don't feel them. The inner pain has returned and I just sit here and let it wash through me until it moves right out of my body. No sound, no feeling, no sight I am empty and exposed. The darkness can no longer hide me. I curl tighter into my corner hoping to be swallowed up by the walls. Mind and body being slowly numbed by cold. The cat lies dead and unthreatening at my feet. I close my eyes and sit alone inside myself. Libby Wilson Year 11. 73

"A Broken Life" The broken chair stood forlornly in the corner of the room beside the open window. One pane of glass had been broken and, through the jagged glass, night time made its way into the room. As a strong, cold wind blew, the rocking chair made a desperate and vain attempt to move. One of the chair's arms was hanging loosely like the arm of the doll the teenager had left broken as a child. The chair's pitiful attempt to rock was useless. Outside, the moon kept watch. An owl hooted and the fog curled around the lamp, making the land appear pale and ghostly. Trees stood majestically, tall in a row, their branches shed of leaves, reaching up into the night sky, and beyond into nothingness. Everything was in a state of slumber. Everything that is, that should be. Awake only was the moon, keeping an eye on things, and the land. The trees came alive at night, moving in the cold, still night air; the grass moved, protesting at being covered by a crisp layer of white frost The stars twinkled and the fog crept and crawled stealthily on its way. Through the broken window the fog crept, into the deserted room. The moon shone brightly, illuminating the worn, dusty floorboards, the cracking plaster and the musty peeling wallpaper, its roses now turned brown and grey from years of grime. The only furniture the moon could see was the broken chair. It tried again and again to rock, to bring back memories and happiness, but the night pushed memories away and the chair did not rock It remained motionless.

The sun rose; the moon went down. The trees no longer looking majestic, now looked tired. The house was no longer old; the window was no longer shattered or the rocking chair broken and useless. All was forgotten in a hopeless misery which could only be seen with the coming of the sun and a new day. Nicki Marshman Year 11.

Winter's Chill Smoke rises from chimneys everywhere, The grass is green and the trees are bare. The town has grown with a new railway station, But people are inside and in hibernation Roads are covered by a film of water, Much rain has fallen in this winter quarter. A chilling wind swirls through the air, It enters my body and plays with my hair. The clouds above are wild and dark, Hiding the sun but releasing a spark A flash of lightning illuminates the sky, Then thunder lets out its solemn cry. The crowds are speckled with coloured umbrellas, And warm clothes protect both the women and fellas. Kirsten Bishop Year 8.

A truck roared past, its tyres swooshing in the puddles made from the afternoon rain, its headlights breaking two thin lines through the fog. The red tail lights soon faded and the land was still once again. A lonely cat began its evening prowl, past the broken window of the old, deserted house, with its broken life and tattered past Past the trees that stood majestically, their branches spread in friendly greeting to their friends of night Past the street lamp, and on into another world. Another dimension. The cold night air now became crisp as the moon began to fade and the inky darkness of the black night became the murky darkness of the pre-dawn. The fog licked and swirled, becoming thicker, interrupting the field of view, making images appear blurry as if looking through the frosted glass of a shower walL The room where the broken chair stood was invaded with wispy tendrils of mist, which had escaped and broken through the open window.

Autumn I love the smell of freshly cut autumn grass And the look of the morning dew clinging to the down on the clover. I like to watch almost bare birch trees swaying in the icy autumn breeze And the golden color of leaves, floating softly ever down I like the look of the trees with their buds and lichen And the dull colors all around the gardens. I like to pick the autumn fruit and smell its fragrance: The pomegranate and passionfruit and feijoa. Autumn is such a beautiful time With all its lovely colors. Melissa Way Year 7.

Fluffy slip ers

The Old Man The room seemed empty, but the old man held a small place in the corner. His stooped body and wrinkles showed his age. His shabby clothes were draped across his thin, frail body, protecting him from the coldness of the room. Did anybody care? To him his family were as precious as gold, but to them he was nothing. The family did anything they could to forget about him. He is the sort of man who needs people around him and nobody visited him, not even his family. He was alone. His birthdays weren't worth celebrating because nobody cared enough about him to phone. Christmas, well that was just another day of his life, oh they had a small celebration at the home, but nothing at all like his family used to. Slouching over his only form of heat, the radiator, he began to think He remembered the Christmas twenty years ago when he was the ideal Santa Claus. He was swarmed by his grandchildren They were only young back then There were only three grandchildren, Josie who was two, John who was five and Mark who was seven They were beautiful children who loved their grandfather dearly. He's not sure where they live now, in fact, he doesn't even know their ages... It's sad to think that once upon a time this man was a bundle of joy, but now it seemed he had nothing. His problems had to be solved by himself, after all, who could he talk to? The nurses weren't a great deal of help, besides what did they care? Their job was to look after the elderly people' s physical welfare, not their emotional problems. However, the old man knew that there wasn't anything he could do about his family, it was too late. He had no idea where they were and was not about to start looking. He was far too old... There wasn't a day that went by without him thinking about his family, he knew that life had to go on, and, it did... Tiffany Wynn Year 10.

Her faded fluffy slippers bespoke the strange life she had lived. Her legs were lined with varicose veins and her housecoat showed many a stain from the attempts she had made at feeding herself. Her expression was like the pathway of a long forgotten garden, obscure and sadly detached. Small rivulets of saliva constantly dribbled down her chin and onto the material of her housecoat. Margaret Crawford lives in a cool, crisp environment, the predominant colour being green She doesn't seem to notice her surroundings as her thought processes have deteriorated and she lives in her own confined little world. Margaret never says much to anybody. When her daughter comes to visit every Friday night she says a few words, and that's alL Margaret is always walking. She never stops. There is a long corridor which runs around the entire third floor of the building and this is her place. She walks around the corridor during all her waking hours. the medical staff have to inject Margaret to stop her walking and make her go to sleep at night, otherwise she would never stop walking. She scuffs along the floor in her fluffy slippers, her face devoid of all emotion She stopped feeling things a long time ago. The many drugs that have been pumped into her to keep her in a state of calm, if not dazed tranquility, have finally taken their tolL If she was taken off these drugs, she couldn't cope with life. Madness. A disordered mind Her fluffy slippers lay beneath her bed. Margaret's daughter bends down to pick them up. Hugging them close, poignant and fractured memories leap before her in vivid detaiL Margarefs slow shuffle around the corridor, her vacant expressionless face silently pleading for release. Gisela packed the slippers into the case containing her mother's few clothes and possessions; A framed picture of Mickey Mouse, an orange plastic mug and her only jewellery — a silver locket which Gisela herself had given to her mother. Margaret Crawford, aged sixty-seven, died on July the fourth 1986. She died in a drug induced sleep. Madness, a state of mind. How can we overcome the fears? To watch is never kind. Their come the tears. Complex emotions run riot, They scream out for release. Finally you can't keep them quiet Margaret Crawford, rest in peace. Jodie Prato Year 10.

Marcel Duchamp & Tom Stoppard The Underlying Importance Of The Art Of The Absurd In today's industrialized and comfort- orientated society it is easy to become absorbed in reality. One may comment that this is the most practical way to live, but a closer examination reveals that a preoccupation with reality is a negative and restricting approach. By looking at the work of artist Marcel Duchamp (18871968) and playwright Tom Stoppard (1937-?) it seems clear that the ridiculous is a means by which one can progress past the sluggish realities of life and achieve a wider outlook Although Duchamp and Stoppard work in different media their aims are basically similar, they both have a desire to rebel, and consequently a passion for the absurd, and also a respect for the unknown and subconscious. As we observe these aspects we can see that it would be unfair and personally damaging to shun their work as being ridiculous and inconceivable, as so many critics have done previously. Both playwright and artist are very unconventional in style as they enjoy playing with the concepts of the absurd and ridiculous. Consequently, through their art we become aware of how important it is to attempt to appreciate and interpret the absurd; by being so nonsensical Duchamp and Stoppard make us reconsider preconceived views. Duchamp's "Readymades" are pieces of absurd art which do just this. A readymade was a form of art invented by Luchamp where a previously manufactured, everyday object was chosen by the artist and called art (This idea was later followed up by the American Pop artists such as Andy Warhol). The whole idea in itself seems, or rather is, absurd, but it does have underlying importance which becomes clearer when specific pieces are examined. The "assisted" readymade Mona Lisa mocks traditional art and laughs at the past; this makes us reconsider the value of clinging to tradition so strongly. The Fountain (signed R Mutt) is a urinal which Duchamp attempted to enter in an exhibition in 1917, mocking the narrowness of exhibition curators and artistic perceptions in generaL Clearly if we are able to appreciate Duchamp' s absurdities the reward will be a more openminded outlook as preconceived artistic views are dramatically reconsidered. Tom Stoppard's "absurd theatre", as it has been named, provides similar scope for reconsideration Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is rebellious in its upturning of Shakespeare; the two irrelevant players in Hamlet, the servants Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, become the centre of the drama as the 76

action of Hamlet lingers in the background. This absurdity in itself forces us to reconsider the significance of the little people; they have lives and feelings just like Hamlet and Ophelia even though Shakespeare thought their existence not important enough to describe. Aside from this, these two characters force us to reconsider views on death; it is no longer dramatic and romantic as the players exaggerately portray it Guildenstern raises the view that death is a complete break from life and bears no relation to "Dying is not romantic and death is not a game which will soon be over.... Death is not anything... death is not...if s the absence of presence, nothing more.... The endless time of never coming back...a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, makes a hollow sound...." So death, according to Stoppard, is not an extension of life without physical presence, not the continuation of spirit Death may therefore not be in accordance with our traditional Christian beliefs; the spirit continuing to exist in either heaven or helL As well as asking us to reconsider assumptions about death Stoppard also raises the question of how wide the distance is between illusion and reality, in his play The Real Inspector Hound. Critics review a play within a play and we place our trust in this reliable pair, Moon and Birdboot, as they review an overly dramatic murder mystery taking place at Muldoon Manor. However at the end of the performance Moon and Birdboot have become entrenched in the plot. Our faith in reality has been betrayed because the normal (Birdboot and Moon) have become involved in the unreal (the mystery of Muldoon Manor.) Consequently, through this piece of absurd theatre, Stoppard forces us to reconsider how close reality is to illusion; illusion may be just around the corner. Duchamp's readymades and Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and Inspector Hound therefore should not be shunned as being simply ridiculous. Their aspects of absurdity are important when viewed with respect to personal development; the ability to rebel against convention leads to contemplation of one's established views and perhaps development of fresh ones. This leads ultimately to progression. Indeed, the fact that this type of art is given the attention it deserves shows that the observer is already halfway there, having an open mind enough to consider it However the work of Duchamp and Stoppard does not concern only being receptive to more radical types of

theatre and art, but also to more general areas such as, as demonstrated; death, reality and illusion, and tradition Another aspect of these two artists work that at times has been ignored as ridiculous, but, in terms of outlook leads to development, is their respect for the unknown and subconscious. Marcel Duchamp, although not officially a surrealist, was closely affiliated with them and admired by leaders of the movement such as Dali and Miro. The idea behind surrealism was to explore the subconscious; present the observer with an ambiguous piece of art or literature and ask him to find his own explanation Duchamp did just this in his notes for the sculpture "The Large Glass" 1914-1916. He suggested a readymade could be made by placing an object which was not recognizable by sound into a tin and solder it up; the object inside was whatever the observer made of it In 1942 at the International Surrealist Exhibition in New York, Duchamp once again asked people to explore the subconscious, unknown part of their personality so as to explain why he wound twine around all the paintings. As well as people's subconscious, Duchamp respected the unknown and unpredictable; in 1913 he and his sisters wrote musical notes on small pieces of paper and drew them out of a bag at random, writing the notes down as the appeared. He called this composition "Musical Eratum". Although Duchamp had no idea how the notes would appear or sound he had such high esteem for uncertainty that he actually called this arrangement a piece of music. The importance of this is that Duchamp' s faith in the unknown prevented him from having preconceived views about what would happen; on a wider scale Duchamp's experiments infered that one should approach the future with an open and unrestricted mind. His dabblings in surrealism and the subconscious are also important in that they force us to question ourselves; how would we react to a situation such as paintings wrapped in thread? This need to respond personally and individually leads to consideration concerning why we would react in such a way, and, ultimately, self-understanding. Similarly, Tom Stoppard's respect for the subconscious and unknown can be used in a positive way in terms of self progression His statement "My plays aren't written out of policy, but tend to suggest themselves" hints that he, like Duchamp, is a surrealist Nearly all of Stoppard's plays are concerned with the unknown, the irregular; "Uncertainty is the innermost state of things". The characters Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are little people being dominated by allpowerful forces such as Hamlet and the King. They have no control over their lives and finally accept this, realising that their future is not in their hands and is completely unknown and unpredictable;

"ROS: No knowing what? GUIL: If We'll ever come back. (To Denmark after taking Hamlet to England) ROS: We don't want to come back. GUIL: That might be true, but do we want to go? ROS: We'll be free. GUIL: I don't know.... ROS: We've come this far, and besides, anything could happen yet" Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have given their lives to the uncertainties of the future. Maybe this is the type of approach to life which leads to progressive and constructive living. It seems clear that this type of respect, epitomized in the art of Duchamp and Stoppard, and also the surrealist ability to question one's personality, are invaluable. Life is not logical; no-one would dispute this. Consequently the art of the illogical and ridiculous and the ideas that accompany it; the absurd, unknown and subconscious, are worthy of respect and consideration This is because if interpreted correctly and understood, they can be put into constructive use by preventing our outlook from being restricted and chanelled toward a boring, tedious and previously planned existence. Although slightly watered down in comparison to the impact of Duchamp and Stoppard, the absurd humour of the television series The Young Ones illustrates this point of view as viewers attempt to fathom the illogical and unconventional escapades of Rick, Neil, Mike and Vivian. Our appreciation of The Young Ones surely reinforces my view that the absurd art of Marcel Duchamp and Tom Stoppard is of great importance and should be taken seriously; think how life would be without the ridiculous — very, very DULL!

BIBLIOGRAPHY: Hobbs. J. A. Pierre. J. Stoppard. T.

Tomkiris. C.

Art in Context. 1980 (Harcourt, Brace & Jovanich Inc.) Futurism and Dadaism. 1969 (E dito- Service.) Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. 1967 (Faber.) The Real Inspector Hound. 1968 (Faber.) The World of Marcel Luchamp 1887-1968. 1979 (Time-Life.) Kathy Robinson Year 12.

Realization Of Ageing A Family' s View Of Ageing

An Aged Person's View Of Ageing

She's in her eighties now. Her age shows in her tired worn out body, unlike some people who can hide their years with secrecy. Eighty years of age shows in the way she talks, acts and behaves. Arthritis is crippling her body and insanity is starting to fog her mind. Remembering conversations has become a hard task to muster. She knows she is old. the number "80" reminds her. The years are creeping up, but she refuses to accept the fact that she is growing old.

As I'm writing my feelings, I feel the strong pain that comes and goes, but will always endure. Sometimes I sit and wonder "why me"?

Her mind is in a whirl, whizzing around and around slowly, very slowly slipping away. Her memory is vague as little details bewilder her. Observing this slow decline of a person who is very close to me, makes me feel sad and empty inside. Seeing someone deteriorate in mind and body and not being able to rationalize or justify the process proves very difficult to come to terms with I secretly know she has estimated the years she has left Her hair has turned grey, and her body is becoming more wrinkled. These are the little hints which remind her of her old age. She lives in a large house alone, isolated and therefore feels the pain of loneliness. The crippling effects of arthritis are stifling her movements, as her mobility is reduced to a slow shuffle, which forces her to remain fairly inactive. With her she carries a stale stench of urine. Sometimes accidents happen, as she is unable to get to the toilet in time because of her slow pace. She is embarrassed about the personal hygiene problem and becomes highly indignant if you mention the incident in her presence. Adequate nutrition to her is vague and rather meaningless. Meal times mean nothing to her — just another lonely part of the day. Several medications are prescribed for her various disorders. She has access to these tablets which she swallows freely, without knowing what they are and what they're for. Sadly she is reaching a stage where she can not manage herself effectively. So many times we try to talk to her about the prospects of moving into a nursing home, but she absolutely refuses to listen to the mention of a logical discussion. In a home her well being would be maintained, as she would constantly be cared for, and most importantly she would have the company of others around her. The thought of moving into a home hurts her feelings, as she claims we are trying to get rid of her. She feels humiliated from a bruised ego, because she can no longer look after herself We love her very much, but we simply have got our own lives to lead involving other people. We cannot give up our lifestyles we have worked for, to look after her night and day. My hope is that she can come to terms with ageing, but senility has gripped her mind and twisted her views. I only wish that she can understand how we feel about her, as I don't want her last years to be miserable because of fear her family doesn't love her anymore. 78

For my own dignity, I must remember that ageing is inevitable. It will creep up on us nearing the final stages of our lives. Death also comes to us all, and is naturally hard to come to terms with It is enforced by the slow signs of ageing. All my children, my very pride and joy have all left home, long, long ago. My husband's health failed more rapidly than mine. At a young age he quietly passed away. My life seems empty now, as I live it alone in isolation. Self restraint is needed in order to avoid over indulging in self pity, as I've had a long, happy life, highlighted by many pleasant memories. But it hurts when the younger generation are ignorant and can't see the "real" person inside a worn out body. I realize my children can no longer take care of me as they have their families to maintain and their own lives to lead. They all have worries of their own. I know my bodily functions are slowly winding down, like an old and over worked clock It is becoming harder for me to look after myself. I can see the time is soon approaching where a nursing home will become my "new home". But my pride is hurt and my ego humiliated, from the thought of not being able to look after my own body, and by letting others do it for me, I fear losing the little bit of independence I now maintain. r m also afraid my family will forget me. All I want is their continual love, and most importantly their understanding of what I'm going through I still want to be considered an important part of the family, without being a burden on anyone. I know they think rm senile, but I'm still wise enough to feel the pain, and hurt of insensitivity. Robynne Boyd Year 12.

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R. Wells, C. Saleh, E. Bowman Yr. 8

The school year

'07

is OVER!

Thank You, Everyone who helped in the production of this magazine: Sam Spry, Vicki Meyer, Mr. O'Neill and others for the photographs; Mrs. Marsland for the Junior School pages; Mr. Ingham for collecting 'Phoenix' material and proofreading; Miss Bard-Brucker, Kate Bail, Nicole Tomlinson, Anna Thomson, Rachael McCracken, Emma Ferris and Simone Stewart for their work in the final days. 83

School Roll Kindergarten Daniel Adams Carolyn Amos Cory Bauer Travis Beckley Shannon Bell Samuel Bevan Luke Binks Louise Bolton Laura Butcher Toby Campbell Mathew Craig Raechel Crees Cameron Densley Stephen Dipasquale Jarrod Edwards Jarrad Faulkner Benjamin Freeman Alison Giles Samantha Greig Marcus Grinter Adriana Hogan Tahnee Illig Jay Johns Nicholas Keays

Thomas Lodge Mark Manly Karlie Miles Daniel Moody Alice Muhlebach Andrew McCarthy Luke McKee Jason McNamara Lauren McPhail Megan O'Brien Christopher Poi Aaron Quick Kim Raeside Christopher Schepers Stephen Slater Briana Spencer Jennifer Stewart Joseph Tucker David Van Der Zee Foly Veltman Nicholas Warby Delta White Ashley Whitfield Alicia Wilkinson Sharlene Williams Marnie Young

Sophie Ayerbe Skye Bartlett Anna Betts David Brady James Collett Benjamin Cummins Heath D'Altera Richard Jeremiah Hayley Johnson Christina Kerr Sophie Klopper Sally Langford Jeremy Loomes Thomas Mayall Patrick Miller Amelia McBride Callie Paice Susan Salt Phoebe Thompson James Thomson

Jason Adams William Ainsworth Georgina Apted Nicholas Ashton Thomas Betts Anna Casey Gareth Donald N. Dunn Lisa Dwyer Glenn Foster Jodie Hapgood Ewan Harrison Sarah Harvey Amelia Hawkins Philip Healey Lauren Hodgson Sarah Jackson Felicity James Johanna Jones Melanie Juchima Marcus King Penelope Ladd Julian Lea-Wood Zara Mahoney

Ebony Marsland Daniel Martini Carolyn Michalak Hayley McMurrich Andrew Nelson Sophie Oborne James Pash Katherine Pietsch Amy Repp Rebecca Richards Benjamin Shaw Caroline Silcock Lucy Simmonds Edward Spokes Anthony Timms Amy Walker Penelope Wall Benjamin Williams Natalie Woodman David Zierk

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Christine Blair Michelle Carroll Bronwen Evans Miranda Henderson Sarah Martini Sarah Metcalf Jacqueline McMullen Kate Nelson Danielle Ryan

Kate Armstrong Natalie Grace Euphemie Harris Andrea Harrison Lisa Kerr Emily Klopper Ruth Langford Sarah Mackie Kate Michalak Olivia Romet Elisabeth Viggers Georgina Walker

Fiona Bainbridge Jessica Ivory Elspeth Martini Natalya Morgan Lisa O'Neill Michelle Paton

Chloe Alsop Kirsty Harrison Anna King Rebecca Maddern Janet Metcalf Fiona Nelson Kellie Plunkett Kelly Pritchard Claire Robertson Annabelle Senior Lucy Thomson Kate Walker

Penelope Agar Philippa Ainsworth Jane Armstrong Emma Burnett Penny Cashinella Rosemary Clarke Marissa Dobson Jennifer Donovan Megan Ford Simone Grace Rachel Johnston Nerissa Kamp Katrina Mayall Samantha Michalak Sarah Nadorp Jennifer Opie

Year 5

Year 6

Kirsty Bolton Marnie Bremner Renee Bufton Kirsty Cossor Michelle Day Eleanor Holmes Anne Kidman Justine Moodie Kristen Murphy Wendy McCormack Kathryn O'Neill Sarah Pritchard Tammy Richardson Cassarndra Stephens Kathryn Traczyk Catherine Weijers Samantha Willard

Melinda Addison Jackie Ainsworth Claire Alexander Brooke Beasley Samantha Campbell Danielle Carter Heather Clarke Sophie Collins Fiona Cooke Zoe Fidge Jennifer Fitzpatrick Jacinta Foley Kathryn Grundell Claire Hart Emma Jackman Merrion Kent Kate Macafee

Sarah McAllister Nikola McGrath Tanya O'Loughlin Lynette Paton Susan Robins Sara Sellepack Sally Spiteri Sarah Walker Fleur Yu

Year 7H

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Year SA

Joanne Andress Nicole Armstrong Kristy Axelrad Catriona Campbell Emma Campbell Jodie Cossor Linda Evans Sally Freeman Amelia Matlock Sandra Petty Sarah Reid Melissa Way

Jodie-Ann Arklay Emily Baker Tamara Beever Karolyn Bray Georgina Gordon Kirsty-Jane McClure Bianca Ross Catherine Ross Ann Shoebridge Donna Stephens Natalie Strijder

Melinda Bufton Sally Cook Sheridan Douglas Karen Harris Rebecca Leach Jane McNaughton Penelope Preston Jody Price Paula Robertson Ruth Swalwell Suzanne Whittaker

Vicki Hadley Kristie Henderson Caroline Kuiper Lucinda Mayall Caroline Millard Melissa Nicholls Chloe Plumridge Tania Soper Emily Spry Sarah Thomson Camilla Williams

Kirsten Bishop Joanne Cooke Linda Ekstedt Natasha Evans Angela Hetherington Lisa Kelley Rowena Kelynack Adeline Lim Simone Middleton Sally-Anne Morrison Ingrid Player Sheree Thurley Suzanne Trewartha

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Jane Cameron Amanda Cox Nicola Dobson Michelle Driscoll Narelle Montgomery Katrina O'Grady Natasha Penhaligon Sylvanna Satto Sarah Thom Nicole Watkinson Kirsty White

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Michelle Andress Catherine Bennett Joanne Black Vanessa Ho Jane Hutchings Melissa Kellett Natalie Morrison Lucy Ralton Georgina Roche Anne Searle Debra Williams Trudy Zierk

Megan Barnes Sally Bate Elisabeth Bowman Kristie Eales Natalie Kuchenmeister Patricia Laird Angela Spargo Rachel Szanto Melanie Veal Rachael Webber

Sally Fisher Marcelle Ganly Leah Gardner Tara Hoad Rowena Lee Nacelle Lentini Kylie Mole Melinda Stevenson Maisie Yu Melinda Zuzic

Katrina Appleton Narelle Durante Alexandra Green Fiona Jackman Michelle Jose Lisa Nicholls Fiona Perry Jane Robbins Lia Rowbottom Kate Russell Jodie Tannenberg Christine Van Der Wilk Rachel Wells

Amy Benham Fiona Chivell Danielle Entwistle Stephanie Field Julia Harris Vanessa Keleher Allison Lewis Melissa Phillips Sally Redpath Carolyn Saleh Fleur Thomson Louise Turner Melanie Williamson

Year 9A

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Elizabeth Addi Fiona Cadzow Simone Eishold Philippa Gardner Helen Hedding Angela Jackson Katrina James Amanda Lee Sarah Lewis Megan Mackinnon Aline Mitton Andrea Robertson Sari Sutton Megan Thom Fiona Watkins Megan White

Elisabeth Adamson Bronwen Bekker Jane Carroll Kirsty DeVries Jacqueline Hastings Sally-Ann Kaiser Jane McCormack Sarah McCracken Simone Murray Prudence Nardorp Carolyn O'Brien Katrina Penry Susan Petty Melissa Sumner Trina Watkin Tara Woodwiss

Annabel Austin Karen Bowling Catherine Coulson Georgina Fidge Donna Freeburn Joanne Hopper Patricia Kilty Amanda Leigh AiIse McVean Susan Minchinton Georgia Radcliffe-Smith Simone Simpson Tina Szanto Kirsten Van Cleef Uby Woods

Louise Bone Sophie Carnegie Michelle Douglas Michelle Dowie Julie Leigh Lisa McCann Gulru Noyan Melanie Quick Elizabeth Reeve Sarah-Jane Smyth Camilla Speirs Fiona Swalwell Katherine Thomas Monika Van Der Wilk Nicole Viol Allison Wells

Amanda Campbell Jayne Driver Kate Fewster Dannielle Griffiths Simone Harvey Jacqueline Hedley Ilse Kuiper Kate Lillie Menique Morland Elizabeth Nelson Jacinta O'Neale Sophie Plumridge Belinda Riches Andrea Tatman Nichola White

Year 10A

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Anna Bunge Deborah Chapman Nella-Maria Cimino Catherine Ford Bronwen Griffiths Bronwyn Grills Sophie Heathcote Rae Jacobs Trudi Knight Audrey Lim Kara Newman Carolyn Read Raquel Ricardo Kathryn Rothacker Meredith Sharp Michelle Stedman Nicole Trethowan

Sophia Alsop Amanda Bate Lynda Benjamin Penelope Berryman Maxine Black Katrina Bray Catherine Cramer' Lisa Elsom Raelene Evans Susan Freeman Rebecca Graham-Higgs Margaret Kent Ruth Layton Emma Matlock Melissa Powell Jodie Smith Lisa Thom Fiona Tucker

Cecilia Antica Sonja Beever Sarah Callan Kerry-Anne Cook Amanda Earle Sarah Emerson Lizanne Faithfull Felicity Gannon Cheng Goh Bridget McGrath Chitra Menke Jodie Muller Jodie Prato Lisa Anne Stevenson Pauline Straube Erica Webber Tiffany Wynn

Nerida Anderson Sally Bothroyd Melinda Graham Prudence Heard Charissa Hee Michelle Leach Anna Long Doone Moffatt Marina Paleologos Jacinta Payne Josephine Reeve Jacquelyn Scorgie Kim Waddleton Vera Wee Bronwyn Wood

Jodie Bain Virginia Dickson Tara Driver Rechelle Godwin Kylee Henderson Lisa Hewitt Jacintha Hovey Jennifer Law Jodie Lewis Virginia Millard Kerri Prussner Andrea Quick Lucy Robinson Kitty Tang Lisa Tatman

Year 11A

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Year 11V

Laurelle Braybrook Felicity Bubb Julia Cox Nicole Graham Rosalind Hawkins Meredith Izon Juanita Karpuska Kristen Kelynack Mary Lightfoot Amanda Lim Sook Yen Leonie Skewes Andrea Smith Hilary Smurthwaite Fiona Stone Tamara White Maree Winter Merrin Wood

Geraldine Ambrose Louise De Jong Emma Ferris Julie Hucker Fiona Jeffrey Kate Jelbart Linda Kenmar Rachel McCracken Janine Mills Felicity Morrison Louise Morton Cherie Ramsden Maree Rawlings Jolienne Schram Robin Shand Benita Smits Niomie Varady Rachael Varady Candice Whineray

Susan Briggs Teri Carnell Sophie Dudley Claire Fisher Natalie Freeburn Sophie Friedrich Rosemary Hay Suzanne Lawson Sally-Anne Menke Charlotte Norton Nicole Ryder Evette Sutas Fiona Swan Anna Thomson

Georgina Alford Kate Bail Kim Douglas Elise Fayers Lisa Guthrie Kirsty Hall Sharon Hockley Vicki Meyer Michelle Richmond Fiona Robertson Melinda Rosenberg Katherine Roy Susan Shimmin Jodie Trevaskis Rebecca Walsh Kathryn Weaver Cheryl Wee Elizabeth Wilson

Rebecca Charles Angela Dann Felicity Grant Georgina Harvey Kylie Lewis Felicity Magher Kylie Mann Nicole Marshman Fleur McAllister Jane Robinson Genevieve Scott Angeline Tew Nicole Tomlinson Elizabeth Turner Deborah Venters Elizabeth Westman

Year 12A

Year 12H

Year 12 L

Year 12 R

Paula Ayrton Georgina Bell Robynne Boyd Mellisa James Jacqueline Jordan Wanna Kanawattanakul Amanda Manton Lisa Montgomery Diana Rothacker Naomi Troup

Year 12V

Natalie Adamson Blaga Grujovska Vanessa Joss Jennifer Khoo Melissa May Janette Patterson Joann Potter Deidre Stewart

Nicole Andrews Sall-Ann Berger Angela Callan Claire Donachie Simone Dunn Katherine Emerson Fiona Hart Angela Russell Lisette Simpson Simone Stewart Lisa Van Den Belt Natasha Velleley Jodie Wynn

Camilla Bett Georgina Bone Lucinda Carnegie Nicole Carvill Susan Crowther Felicity Ellis Gillian Jervis Sharyn Leigh Siew-Yan Mah Barbara McKie Danyl Morgan Kim Wood

Andrea Bates Christine Black Louise Bourke Lisa Campbell Belinda Campbell Robyn Kamp Fiona Lillie Meredith Millard Renae Reddrop Katherine Robinson Sheridan Selzer Samantha Spry Susan Watson

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