Lucernian vol 6 no 5 1989 reduced by Geelong College

MORONGO GIRLS' COLLEG

LUCERNIAN

The Lucernian Magazine of Morongo Girls' College, Geelong Term 4, 1989

2 Editorial 3 Principal's Page 4 School Council Report 5 Staff 6 School Captain's Report 7 Morongo Student Council Report Boarding House 8 10 Sport 15 Music 18 Drama 19 Debating

Page 20 House Reports 32 Camps 33 . Year 9 Cultural Experience 34 Trips 36 Year 12 39 Junior School 46 Kindergarten 52 Phoenix 67 Ex. Students 69 Valete

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*EDITORIAL Somebody said that it could not be done, But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't" but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it. Edgar E. Guest ('It Couldn't Be Done')

Lucernian Committee 1989

LUCERNIAN COMMITTEE 1989 Georgia Radcliffe-Smith (Editress) Simone Murray Jane Carroll Ilsa Kuiper Cathy Robinson Joanne Cooke Kristen Blackmore Kristie Eales Vanessa Kelleher Anne Shoebridge Chloe Plumridge Emma Jackman Kate Booth Anne Kidman Jodie Eales Noni Korobka Emma Burnett Prue Schofield Nieve Jones

The aim of the 1989 Lucemian Committee is to create a magazine that not only represents as many aspects of Morongo life as possible but which involves and includes as many people as possible - whether this be in literature, art House or photos. It is perhaps a sad fact that not everyone will secure a place in this annual review, and indeed that others will appear more than once.... It is also perhaps sad that it is more often than not those who "stand out in the crowd" who are noticed. Tentatively I suggest to those who "missed out" to "stand out" - become more involved in the school. Too many people insist that "you'll peg out if you attempt too much." This is not a phenomenon readily observed. Do everything and enjoy it! (Having glanced through 'thousands' of magazines from other schools, it is easy to see that Morongo has an abundance to offer).... The more things challenged, the more things achieved and the more you'll stand out as an "achiever". So saying, this year's Lucernian has been the result of a supreme and combined effort of a select group of students from Years 7 to 12, Mrs Morrison, and 'others' - all of whom have not been reluctant to sacrifice time and effort, and indeed who were never at a loss for refreshing ideas and enthusiasm. But thanks must also go to everyone who contributed to the magazine in other ways (photos, literature, reports, etc); and I will say that the response in such areas this year has been fantastic. This being the last Lucernian for many, I hope it "captures time" sufficiently so that when everybody is utterly exhausted after their fifty (sixty, seventy, eighty?) year stint of "challenging" and "achieving", and they shakily reach (with one frail, blotchy old hand) for a perhaps ordinary and tired-looking book, that only a quick flick and muse through it will inspire just a minor . flood of memories of people, experiences and achievements during a year (if not more) at Morongo! Georgia Radcliffe-Smith Editoress

Principal's Page This year has been a time of remarkable growth and activity in our schooi community - for girls. staff, parents and Old Collegians. The girls, who are the focus of all that is planned and carried through at Morongo, have responded imaginatively and capably to the many challenges offered, not only in the classroom but also in music, drama, debating, sport and other co-curricular activities. The very high pass rate of the class of '88 in the V.C.E. external examination and the quality of their results has been an inspiration, particularly to girls at senior levels, who have worked steadily throughout the year to maintain this excellent standard. Spurred on by the success of the First Rowing Crew in winning the Head of the Schoolgirls for 1988-89, sports teams have trained with determination and enthusiasm, lifting overall performance standards significantly. Choirs and instrumental groups, in both Junior and Senior Schools, have continued to delight their parents and friends with the high quality of their performances. The Faure Requiem, performed at Wesley Uniting Church earlier this year, was an outstanding example of their very fine work. Debating is yet another success story for our girls. This activity has been fostered in class ancl in Houses, and the various school teams have been selected from senior students who have progressed to the level required for open competition. Development in debating and public speaking activities has been phenomenal and highly successful. House spirit remains high, with traditions nurtured by the captains and their House committees. The enthusiasm. originality

and talent brought to the fore in the recent House Music and Drama Competitions was quite stunning. The quality of what a school offers to its students depends on the staff, and I should like to congratulate and thank all members of staff for the outstanding contributions they have made to the school this year. Many have been heavily involved in preparations for the introduction of the new V.C.E. studies and Frameworks curricula and I am confidently able to say that Morongo Girls' College is indeed well prepared to introduce the new programmes. The staff has provided excellent leadership in so many ways for the girls and shown their high standards in teaching, thoughtful care and guidance, and readiness to offer assistance to them at all times. The support of our parent groups has been invaluable. The Junior and Senior Auxiliaries, the Chimside Club and the Parents and Friends Association have all been very enthusiastic in their efforts to continually improve the facilities available in the school for the girls and staff. The establishment of the Morongo Foundation has led to a growth in interest and support for the school from all sections of the MOrongo family. It has given me very great pleasure to meet with many parents, past and present. and Old Collegians at the functions held during second term, and to know that they have given their support wholeheartedly for the future development of Morongo. 1989 has been a very important year for our school, a year of involvement and achievement for everyone in the Morongo family. I thank you all most sincerely. Sint Lucernae Ardentes!

Morongo Student Council

School Council 1989 Three very important events have occurred during 1989, each bringing benefits and security for the School. Following the Council's decision last year to establish a Foundation for Morongo, a Foundation Establishment Committee was formed under the capable Chairmanship of Mr David Alexander, and after ten months of extremely hard work and organisation, the Inaugural General Meeting of the Morongo Foundation Limited was held on 30 October, with a very encouraging opening fund of over $800,000. The Foundation consists of two Trust Funds - the Morongo Building Fund and the Morongo Education Fund. These funds will be of great assistance to the School Council in providing resources for development. The Foundation is ongoing and with continuing support, will be one of our greatest assets. During the year the Council finalised negotiations with the Uniting Church to the satisfaction of the Synod of the Church and the School Council. Morongo is now a School of the Uniting Church, but retains the independence and autonomy it has previously enjoyed. Morongo has, since it was founded, been an unincorporated school, but on 1 July 1989 for administrative and legal advantage, it was incorporated, and is now legally known as Morongo Girls' College Ltd. Mr J. Robb Chairman School Council Mr R.J. Robb (Chairman) Ir W.H. Harvey (Deputy Chairman), BE. FIEAust, FAIE, AFAIM Mrs C. Alexander Mr R.J. Bourke. AASA, CPA, ACIS, AIBA, AAIM, FRMIA 'Mr W.T. Cook, BA. BSc. TSTC Mrs E. Douglas Rev. J.M. Hagans. M.A., B.D., M.Th. Mrs H.E. Hallowes, Ll..B(Melb), DipEd(Melb)

The Morongo Student Council or the MSC by which it is now more commonly known, was established in the school in 1988 and has continued into 1989. The main aim of the council is to improve and integrate student life at Morongo through new channels of communication. Members are elected for a semester and so far a variety of girls from all year levels have been representatives. This aspect of the council has enabled different students to contribute to the school and enable many girls to undertake leadership roles. Every two weeks the members of the MSC meet and discuss the issues that have arisen. The meetings are chaired by Peta Trinder whilst Sophie Plumridge frantically takes the minutes! This year many issues have been raised and overcome. These include having a teacher representative, and thanks must go to Mrs Smith for volunteering and contributing so enthusiastically. A debutante ball proposal has been taken up by the Parents' and Friends' Association and very importantly, ideas which have related to Social Service concerning where the money raised should go have been considered. Matters such as the canteen, retreats and library books have also been discussed at length. Overall, it seems as though the M.S.C. is functioning quite well, but it can only be as good as the students make it. This is the essential factor that allows the M.S.C. to continue and without the response from students it would not live up to its name as being a council for all girls of Morongo. So with the enthusiasm that has been shown this year there is no doubt that it will continue into the future. Sophie Plumridge Deputy School Captain

Mr I.S. Knight Mr A.J. Lawson, Dip Tex Ind. Mr J. Lewis Mr. W.D. Nelson, B. Juris, LLB. Mr N.H. Pettitt, ARACI Mrs A.S. Solomon Mrs S.J. Wilson. BA. Grad Dip Educ Counselling Mrs A. Young, MB, BS Mrs D.G. Neilson (Secretary) AM, FCA. ACIS

Morongo Student Council (M.S.C.)

Sitting: Ailsa McVean, Julie Rothacker, Gina Wittingslow, Standing: Louise Bone, Narelle Montgomery, Simone Harvey, Kate Thomas, Sophie Plumridge, Peta Trinder, Jenny Stone, Susan Robins, Tamsin Crocker, Kate Appleton, Kristen Blackmore, Laura Hughes. Kathryn Traczyk, Rebekah Priest, Kate Laidlaw. Front: Emma Jackman, Jodie Eales, Cathy Bennett, Georgie Vagg, Ann Shoebridge, Catherine Webers, Chloe Plumridge. 4

STAFF OF MORONGO GIRLS' COLLEGE • 1989 PRINCIPAL: Mrs. J.M. Watt, BA (Melb), Dip Ed (Melb) Grad Dip Curric Admin, MACE ASSISTANTS TO THE PRINCIPAL: HEAD OF JUNIOR SCHOOL - Mrs Y.Fox, TITC, MACE CURRICULUM CO-ORDINATOR - Miss J.L. Batterbury, BSc, Dip Ed, M Ed Admin, MACE STUDENT WELFARE CO-ORDINATOR - Mrs K. Thompson, Dip Phys Ed. Adv Dip Ed. MA. MACE SCHOOL CHAPLAIN - Rev. J.M. Hagans, MA, BD, M.Th. DEVELOPMENT OFFICER: Mrs I. Deller, ATCL, ASDA BURSAR: Mr H.R. Stewart, B. Comm, AASA, CPA. HEAD OF BOARDING HOUSE: Mrs J. Barnard, Reg Nurse. HOME GROUP TEACHERS: Level Co-Ordinator -

KINDERGARTEN:

Mrs C. McMullen, Dip Teaching (Early Childhood) Directress Morongo Kindergarten 12L - Mrs U.M. Trigg, BA, Dip Ed, L.Th, Dip Rel Ed, MACE Mrs M. Shaw Dip Teaching (Early Childhood) (Terms III & IV), Directoress Morongo Kindergarten I2A - Mrs M.L. Smith, BSc, BA, FACBS Mrs M. O'Donnell, Dip Teaching IECD, 3 year old group Morongo Miss G. O'Connor, Dip Teaching IECD, Directress Morongo/Lara Kindergarten (Terms I & II) 12H Mrs. P. Gilson, BA Dip.Ed. Mrs A. Weigl Dip Teaching (Early Childhood) (Terms III & IV). Mrs. D. McNair MA Dip.Ed. I2R - Mr D.J. Lyne, B.App Sc(Chem), TTTC Mrs P. Rowe, Assistant Lara (Terms I & II) 12V - Mrs M.E. Thom, BA (Hons), Dip Ed, Dip Comp, MACE, MACS Mrs C. Greenmazch, Assistant Lara (Terms III & IV) 12B - Mr J. Hanan, BA, Dip Ed Mrs L. Cusworth, Assistant at Morongo Level Co-Ordinator Mrs. R. Moorfoot, Assistant at Morongo I IC - Mrs C.M. Carroll, BA, Dip Ed, MACE LIBRARY: 11B - Miss D.J. Bard-Brucker, BEd(Art & Craft) Mrs S. McLean BA (Hons), Dip Ed, Grad Dip School Library I IJ - Miss J.L. Batterbury, BSc, Dip Ed, M.Ed Admin, MACE Mrs A.C. Warren, BSc, ALAA IIM - Miss J Murray, Cert Bus Studies, Stenography Cert, TTTC MUSIC STAFF: 11P - Mr A Payne, BEc, BEd, TSTC Director of Music - Mr K.H. Hancock, BEd (Mus), BEd, HDT(s), MIMT, MACE I I Y - Mr M.C. Hutley, BEd(Sci) Pianoforte - Miss D. Butler, ATCL, LTCL, LMusA, MIMT Level Co-Ordinator Pianoforte and Theory - Mr D. Kaberry, BMus ION - Mrs R. Owen, Cert in Educ (L'pool) Pianoforte and Theory- Mrs M. Heyes BMus (Ed) 10B - Mrs B. Morrison, BA, Dip Edi, Pianoforte and Theory - Mrs P. Spratt, AMusA, LMusA, LRSM, ATCL, LTCL, MIMT 10G - Mr G. Malcolm, BA, Dip Ed Violin - Mrs W. Galloway, LMusA, AMusA 10M - Mrs C. Mackenzie, BSc in Education 'Cello and Theory - Mrs J. Bainbridge, TITC, Grad Dip Ed, BEd Level Co-Ordinator Flute - Miss L. Peden, BMus, AMusA 9M - Mrs S. McLean, BA(Hons), Dip Ed, Grad Dip School Library Clarinet - Mr A. Cox, BA(Mus) 9B - Mrs M. Lyne DipApp. Chem TTTC BEd Oboe - Mr R. Lipson, BSc, Dip Ed. 9F - Mrs F Gasparini, BA, TSTC Trumpet, Trombone, French Horn, Thba, Piano - Mr P. Radelczyk, Dip Arts (Music), LMusA, LTCL 9G - Mrs J. Gardner, BA, Dip Ed, BEd Guitar - MY Z. Bllogrevic, LMusA Level Co-Ordinator Drums - Mr. D. Monea 8H - Miss J. Homberg, BEd Voice - Mrs R. Banger 8C - Miss G.E. Carr, BEd (Post Primary Phys Ed) Junior Class Work - Miss V. O'Loughlin, Dip Ed, BEd (Mus) 8M - Mrs J. Metcalf, BA, California Secondary Teaching Credential Accompanist-Organist - Mrs G. Gillard, MA, Dip Ed, AMusA Level Co-Ordinator Mr. M. Guzelian 7F - Mrs. L.J. Forbes, Dip FD&P, ACTT SPECIAL SUBJECTS: 7E - Mrs H.M. Evans, Bsc(Hons), Dip Ed, MACE Speech - Mrs R. King, ATCL (Speech & Drama) 7M - Miss C. Molony, BEd(Bus Studies) Tennis - Mr D. Cameron 7S - Ms A. Shields, BA, MA, Dip Ed, GDIESE Fencing - Mr L. Fadgyas Careers Advisor: Mrs L. Bremner, BA OFFICE STAFF:

SENIOR SCHOOL: Mr L.H. Francis, BA, CTDip Mrs I Guse-Brennfleck, MA, Dip Ed (Terms I & 11) Mrs I. Kavay TSTC (Terms III & IV) Miss M.H. Henderson, BSc Ms J. Hill, BEd (Art & Craft) Mrs H. Melville, Dip Corn Prac, TTTC

JUNIOR SCHOOL: . Prep & 1 - Mrs E.J. Ross, NSW Dep Ed Cert Years 2 & 3 - Miss L. Campbell, Dip Teaching (Primary) Year 4 - Miss E.M. Syle, Dip Teaching (Primary) Year 5 - Mrs E.F. Marsland, Dip Teaching (Primary) Year 6 - Mrs A.L. Elliott, BA Ed. (Terms I, II & Ill) Mrs S.S. Lea-Wood, TPTC, TspTc, BEd (Spec Ed), MACE Mrs N. Phillips, BA, BEd (Primary), ALAA Mrs P. Hutchinson, Dip Teaching Miss V. O'Loughlin, Dip Ed, BEd (Mus) Mrs J. Scarrott, Dip Teaching (Primary) Dr V. Golding, Doctor of English and German Literature Mrs J.M. Taylor, Dip Teaching (Primary) (Term IV)

Mrs. V. Macvean, Principal's Secretary (Terms I & II) Mrs. D. Doyle, Principal's Secretary (Tergns III & IV) Mrs. W. Tomkins, Secretary to Assistants to the Principal (Terms 1. 11 & Ill) Mrs. F. Tan, Secretary to Assistants to the Principal (Term IV) Mrs H. Ballans Mrs N. Groth Mrs A. Kelly

AUXILIARY STAFF: Mrs N. McDonald, Teachers' Aide Senior School Mrs P. Farrance, Laboratory Assistant Mrs S. Home, Library Assistant Mrs I. Halfacre, Secretary/Teachers' Aide, Junior School HOSPITAL - Sr. F. Caines CATERING OFFICER - Mrs J. Carpenter DOMESTIC CO-ORDINATOR - Mrs E. Johns CANTEEN ASSISTANTS - Mrs M. Collins & Mrs. D. Mathieson

BOARDING HOUSE STAFF: Mrs N. Miller Miss J. Henderson Mrs M. Matthews Mrs B. McGregory

School Captain's Report

Fortunately, both of these major events on the Year 12 calendar are survived and after the gossip of the Mid-Year Dance and the realities of study are over, girls begin to accept their role as leaders of the school, gaining in confidence and acquiring a certain air of maturity. Ultimately they feel at home in the Common Room. Now they are actually Year 12's, experiencing and being viewed in the same light as all the girls who have come before them. An assurance eminates from the Common Room along with the excessive heat and sound. The weeks fly by. The work load increases. The threat of "real" study looms and anxiety creeps into the otherwise jovial atmosphere of the Common Room. The fear of the future, dreams and ideals are expressed with a note of joy, yet an underlying tone of apprehension. The secure haven of Morongo is comfortable and assuring and although they are keen to venture out and experience beyond the confines of school, there is an overwhelming uncertainty and sadness in parting. The changing atmosphere of the Common Room will remain embedded in my memory forever. The girlish apprehension of the initial weeks contrasts with the developing confidence and maturity of the later months. As I leave the Common Room for the last time I take with me my memories, all my feelings of joy from the fun times had with friends, my fears of the uncertain future which is now before me, but also the confidence to cope with and tackle all the challenges that will come my way, long after I have left the security of Morongo. Every girls leaving Morongo, does so, well equipped with many skills, a sense of self worth and her memories of both good and bad times. She also takes with her a part of the school flame, which will burn brightly within her forever. Thank you, Morongo.

-4( School Captain - Peta Trinder

Peta Trinder

Girlish giggles are scattered throughout the warm, stifling air of the Common Room. They are joined by constant chatter of the excitement filled summer holidays and the intense heat of the sun penetrates through the gleaming glass. Sprawled throughout the room, they somehow feel displaced, unsure of their new role as Year 12's and alone because of the absence of any seniors. The radio blares out its colourful tunes and the girls valiantly attempt to adopt the roles of conscientious, hard working and studious Year 12's as seniors of the school. They are now school leaders, but the picture does not seem quite right. They are not ready. The trial period has begun. Prefects bravely attempt to fulfill their duties according to the unwritten rules set by previous years, whilst attempting to juggle the ever increasing hassles of study. The dull grey of autumn sets in and for the girls it seems as though the tasks set before them are impossible to complete and the end of the year a part of the distant future. Furthermore, they do not feel like seniors of the school, but rather year elevens thrust into the positions of Year 12's. The realities of Year 12 become evident however, as the threat of Mid-Year exams loom. In an effort to conceal the anxiety and anticipation of the first real test of their studies, chatter about the fast approaching and notorious Mid-Year Dance fills the Common Room. The heater thrusts out its warmth and there is talk of elaborate ball dresses and interesting details about partners. 6

4( School Vice-Captain - Sophie Plumridge

School Officials 1989

* MORONGO PREFECTS 1989 Standing: Ilsa Kuiper, Georgie Fidge, Sari Sutton, Sarah McCracken, Michelle Dowie, Jane McCormack. Sitting: Pippy Gardner, Sophie Plumridge, Peta Trinder, Caroline Missen, Alina Mitton.

* HOUSE HOUSE CAPTAINS: David - Julia Harris Hearne - Gina Wittingslow McPhee - Julie Rothacker Neilson - Dione Mauric

* HOUSE-HOUSE CAPTAIN'S Gina Whitingslow, Dione :11aurie, Julie Rothacker, Julia Harris.

*BOARDING HOUSE REPORT.

However, the Boarders Dance was one of the highlights of our year in the Boarding House. While Morongo girls danced to music provided by the renowned? Colac Band 'The Cenobytes', a It's often said that, 'you don't really know a person until you rather despondent group of boys tended to sit back and watch, live with them'. This couldn't be more true of a boarding house lacking the enthusiasm we all had. Yet, despite this, The event situation. If there is one thing that I have learnt from my time was certainly memorable. boarding, it would have to be TOLERANCE. You realise that there Thanks must go to Mrs Barnard and all the staff for the effort are many people with different cultures to your own and who which they have put in to organizing activities and ways to make bold their own opinions. which must he accepted. Once these us feel more at home. A special thank you to the four Year 11 barriers are broken, then friends can be made and life can be House-House Captains, Jules, Julie, Dionne and Gina for all the more social & exciting. work you have contributed and the support you have given me and to every boarder for the contribution you have made. Boarders are by nature social creatures, and so it didn't take long for the fifty new and uninitiated boarders to be accepted Finally, I would like to say that the opportunities available to this year. The annual 'Boarders Picnic' to Lorne, was a great suc- boarders need to be fully taken advantage of as boarding is what cess, with only a couple of girls not quite surviving that bus trip you make of it. The experiences and friendships gained from around the 'Great Ocean Road'! This gave girls the opportunity to being part of this elite club will he treasured later in life. Most become better acquainted and to learn some of our bizarre importantly though, always remember that the 'Mighty Boarders' habits. It wasn't long before all these new faces settled into the spirit will continue to thrive only as long as everyone makes the true lifestyle of a boarder, centred around eating, sleeping and effort and wants it to. Caroline Missen socialising with work managing to fit in somewhere between. Weekends have been filled with numerous activities from popcorn and pizza video nights and theatre visits, to many outings particularly the Year 7,8, & 9's, who visited the zoo, markets and have been on shopping expeditions. The 'Picnic at Hanging Rock' was a great success with everyone returning safely (much to the disappointment of some girls who seemed to put quite an effort into trying to disappear.) As usual boarders have been heavily involved in musical, dramatic and sporting activities, showing the rest of the school where the real talent lies. David was a convincing winner in the Boarders Tennis Tournament and Neilson won the House-house baseball, while our true sporting expertise was clearly shown when we beat the 'Daybugs' in the Athletics relay.

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—.4. 1st ROWERS Georgia Radcliffe-Smith, Sarah Lewis, Kate Fewster, Louise Bone, Helen Hedding (cox).

Rowing

Sports Captain — Alzna Mztton

Netball Every Saturday from April to September, twelve Morongo netball teams competed in the Geelong Netball Association Saturday competition against other netball clubs. After a long session in which the 'Mighty Morongo' teams not only looked the part, beautifully decked out in perfect uniform but also acted, or rather played magnificently. All teams deserve congratulating for continually attending practices and games and putting all' their effort and energy into the game. Two teams won their way to the finals, 5th (Light Blue), who were narrowly defeated by Red Jays and 1st (White) who defeated Geelong College 2. Both games were full of suspense and excitement. In the semi-finals four teams were knocked out by only one goal which is rather devastating.

Morongo certainly made themselves known on the Barwon River and in fact other rivers in Victoria and even Western Australia. Not only were the Morongo rowers the most stunning in their new lycra rowing suits but through their success gained recognition for Morongo as being a highly competitive school. Four crews were reunited during the last week of the summer holidays and took part in the Annual Morongo Rowing Camp. The firsts trained throughout summer and their dedication and commitment to rowing was well rewarded as they claimed victory over Melbourne Girls Grammar, Wesley College, and MLC in the women's First Four Final at the annual Head of Schoolgirls' Rowing Regatta held Sunday, 12 March on the Barwon River. Four other Morongo crews participated in the Head of the Schoolgirls Regatta. 2nd IV - Third in Women' Second IV heat, 3rd IV - Third in Women's Third IV heat, 4th IV - Third in Women's Year 10 final, 5th IV - Third in Women's Fourth IV heat. The 1st 2nd, 3rd and 4th crews rowed in regattas at' Ballarat, Melbourne and the new course at Carrum with mixed success. The 1 st's in pursuit of tougher competition, after qualifying to compete in the Australian Rowing Championships, travelled to Wellington Dam in Perth, Western Australia where they rowed their way to the finals, but due to harsh winds, (a cyclone), the course was declared unrowable and races were then cancelled. Summing up this was the most successful year Morongo has had since its early beginnings a few years ago.

FIRST NETBALL TEAM Standing: Louise Bone, Michelle Douglas, Ilsa Kuiper. Sitting: Bronnie Bekker, Melissa Kellet (Vice Captain), Sarah Smith (Captain), Adeline Lim. Absent: Vanessa Ho 10

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Cross Country This year for something different, the cows in the front paddock were avoided. The cross-country was held along the picturesque Barwon River pedestrian track. It was a bit of a shock to find that we had to run approximately 6 kms as opposed to approximately 3 kms we've run in the past but never-the-less we are a tough bunch at Morongo and within a few minutes, the cross-country was over (that is a bit of an exaggeration!) Congratulations to all those who dared to run and to everyone else, you should be ashamed of your wimpish display! Special mention to Mrs McLean who ran the course and to the other staff members who walked. Overall Robb house seemed to have the most stamina as they won, followed by Ardens, Roslyn, Lawson, Venters and Harris. \V°4,441.4,

Individual Achievements: Senior - 1st - Alina Mitton, 2nd Sarah Lewis, 3.r d - Kate Thomas. Junior - Nikola McGrath, 2nd Fleur Yu, 3rd - Prue Waayers.

House Athletics Last event on the sports agenda for this term (3) was the Interhouse athletics, held at Goldsworthy Road Athletics Track, on Wednesday, 20 September, in perfect conditions - SUN for about the first time in three years. The day was most successful especially for Venters who were the overall winners followed by Robb, Roslyn, Harris, Ardens and Lawson. Sarah McCracken not only looked the most gorgeous on the day but also managed to obtain over 17 equal championship. Athletics Champions. - Under 17 Champion - Lou Turner, Runner up - Ilsa Kuiper, Under 16 Champion - Lucy Mayall, Runners-up - Simone Middleton & Vicki Hedley, Under 15 Champions - Sarah Reid & Nikola McGrath, Runner-up - Clare Fallaw, Under 14 Champion - Fleur Yu, Runner-up Kathryn Grundell, Under 13 Champion - Kate Laidlaw, Runner-up - Janine Facer, Under 12 Champion - Tasmin Crocker, Runner-up - Shu-lin Lee.

Swimming

As six loud and enthusiastic Morongo houses filled the Norlane Swimming Centre on Wednesday, 15 February, nervously but capably led by their house captains, there was a sense of excitement, indicating that this year was going to be fast moving and full of surprises. While most people were willing to don the togs and plunge into the depths of the water, frantically kicking and splashing down the length of the pool, in an attempt to claim victory over their opposition, others were not so brave and found relative security in spectating this event - the Inter-House Swimming Competition. Roslyn house, proved to be the fastest swimmers on the day, closely followed by Lawson, Venters, Robb, Harris and Ardens.

Individual Placings: Over 17 Champion - Pauline Tan, Runner-up - Alina Mitton, Under 17 Champion - Katrina Appleton, Runner-up - Sarah Lewis, Under 16 Champion - Natalie Stridjer, Runner-up - Vicki Hedley, Under 15 Champion - Claire Wookey, Runner-up Sheridan Douglas, Under 14 Champion - Kirsty Bolton, Runner-up Nicole Brown, Under 13 Champion - Kirsty Cossar, Runner-up Prue Waayers, Under 12 Champion Jodi Johnstone, Runner-up Noni Korobka.

Back Row: Narelle Morland, Prue Nardorp, Sheridan Douglas, Claire Wookey, Sally Robbins, Suzie Harrison, Melinda Stevenson, Vicky Hedley, Jasmine Skewes, Carly Adler. 3rd Row: Narelle Montgomery, Katrina Brown, Emma Jackman, Kathryn Grundell, Sarah Reid, Kristen Murphy, Natalie Strijder, Rebecca Appleton, Pauline Tan, Sally Ettershank, Nicole Brown. 2nd Row: Jane McCormack, Prue Webers, Kate Appleton (Captain), A lina Mitton, Rowena Lee, Kirsty Bolton, Amy Hewitt, Alison Smeadley. Front: Kristen Blackmore, Naomi Rankin, Jodi Johnston, Trudy Zierk.

SWIMMING TEAM Katrina Appleton captained the swimming squad, who under the guidance and expert coaching of Mr Hutley, trained three mornings a week, at some unearthly hour. The training was however worthwhile as during competition many swimmers beat their personal fastest times. At the &iris' invitation Inter-School swimming held at Geelong Grammar on Wednesday, 15 March, Morongo came second to Geelong Grammar and were victorious over Geelong College, which was fantastic. Results at the GPSVSA Combined Swimming Sports held at Olympic Pool, Melbourne, were not so good, but everyone maintained high spirits and endured the tough Melbourne competition. Morongo came 5th behind PLC, Toorak, MLC and MCEGGS.

Sports Dinner This year for the first time we had a combined Sports Dinner for all participants in sport at Morongo from Years 7 to 12. After discovering that our guest speaker, Mr Gary Honey was ill and unable to attend, Mr Brian Lowden, inventor of the Ozzi Cozzi was invited. Thus making a potentially crushed night most enjoyable as Mr Lowden was interesting, informative and entertaining. Awards were given out to the following:

Baseball: Best and fairest, Junior A - Wendy McCormack, Jun-

FIRST HOCKEY TEAM Georgia Radcliff Smith (Vice Captain), Sarah Smyth, Sarah McCracken, Julia Harris, Fiona Cadd. Sitting: Louise Turner (Captain), Sarah Reid, Cathy Bullen, Sarah Lewis. Absent: Helen Hedding, Rowena Kelynack.

Netball: Juniors - Yellow (12) Best and fairest - Erin Smith, Most

Hockey Four hockey teams trained each week, a junior team and three intermediate and senior combined teams. This year the hockey teams weren't entered into a regular competition, but games were organised against other schools - Geelong College, Geelong Grammar, Assumption College, Westboume Grammar and St. Martins, Ballarat, Teams had lots of wins. Hockey players are looking forward to next year's season where they will be entered into a local competition and be able to measure their progress. The staff must be congratulated for managing to form a full netball team to challenge the students. But because, as preyiously stated, the students being so much better than the staff, the staff had to succumb to yet again another defeat. Mrs Thomas, although illegally playing in her jewels - (non-regulation for netball) and long nails, deserves rewarding for her defence - as brutal as she may have been! On behalf of Miss Carr, I'd like to thank her brother Richard for playing in the staff team at the senior school hockey. Richard not only showed up our slight lack of skill but also enabled the staff to win 6-1!! TABLE TENNIS CHAMPIONSHIPS YEARS 7, 8, 9

Singles Champion - Emma Jackman Runner Up - Bianca Ross

Doubles Champion - Chloe Plumridge & Bianca Ross Runners Up - Lucy Mayall & Caroline Millard

YEARS 10, 11, 12 Singles Champion - Adeline Lim Runner Up - Sarah Lewis

ior B - Kathryn Trazyk, Intermediate A - Sally Robins, Intermediate B - Claire Wookey, Senior A - Sarah McCracken, Senior B - Rachael Wells Tennis" Junior - Sarah Lamb, Intermediate - Jane Cameron, Senior - Sue Minchinton. Hockey: 4ths Best and fairest - Colleen Neal, Most improved Tasmin Crocker, Coaches award - Susan Johnston, 3rds Best and fairest - Narelle Montgomery, Most improved - Andrea Robertson, Coaches award - Kym Braithwaite, 2nds Best and fairest Kate Mercer, Most improved - Fiona Jackman, Coaches award Julie Rothacker, 1 sts Best and fairest - Sarah Reid, Most improved - Julia Harris, Coaches award - Lou Turner.

GREEN JUMPERS - SPORT Year 11 Sarah McCracken Alina Mitton Sarah Smyth

Year 10 Sally Fisher Melissa Kellett Adeline Lim Simone Middleton Louise Turner

improved - Noni Korobka, Light Green (11) Best and fairest Elizabeth Sargeant, Most improved - Prue Waayers, Coaches award - Megan Ford, Navy (10) Best and fairest - Sarah Lamb, Most improved - Emma Burnett, Jade (9) Best and fairest - Wendy McCormack, Most improved - Julie Renton, Coaches award Wendy McCormack. Intermediate - Purple (8) Best and fairest Natasha Heikkila, Most improved - Kate Ross, Green (7) Best and fairest - Georgie Vagg, Most improved - Meredith Funston, Coaches award - Sally Ettei shank, Yellow (6) Best and fairest - Mamie Carroll, Most Improived - Sally Robbins, Light Blue (5) Best and fairest Clare Fallaw, Most improved - Sally Robbins, Coaches award Claire Wookey. Seniors - Red (4) Best and fairest - Rachael Wells, Most improved:Yoshiko Matsumoto, Coaches award - Rachael Wells, Mauve (3) Best and fairest - Kristie Eales, Most improved.Kylie Tenabel, Pink (2) Best and fairest - Michelle Dowie, Most improved - Georgie Fidge, White (1) Best and fairest - Melissa Kellet, Most improved - Ilsa Kuiper, Coaches award - Simone Middleton.

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Tennis The Senior School tennis was a glorious affair in which the students totally annihilated the staff, even though they recruited Mr Stewart! Miss Can definitely has potential for being a Wimbledon player and as for Mrs Forbes she is still consistently accurate yet even she was defeated by the students, proving that the students really do possess far superior sporting skills compared to the staff.

1st BASEBALL Back Row: Alice Eng, Sophie Plumridge, Sarah McCracken, Ilsa Kuiper. Front Row: Elizabeth Addi, Danielle Entwistle, Julia Harris (Captain), Simone Harvey (Vice Captain), Adeline Lim, Michelle Dowie.

AP- -.Baseball I Six Morongo baseball teams demonstrating a high level of skill, brilliant display of sportsmanship and superior teamsmanship, participated in round-robins and social matches throughout the short but successful season. Twenty tennis pairs were formed captained by Sue Minchinton and also enjoyed their competition.

Round Robin Results Senior - Baseball A" - 4th behind Toorak, Geelong College, GCS, "B" - Equal 2nd behind PLC & MGGS ahead of Toorak. Tennis - 4th behind Toorak, PLC, Geelong College & MGGS. Intermediate - Baseball "A" - 4th behind PLC, Toorak & MGGS. "B" - 4th behind PLC, Toorak & Geelong College. Tennis - 3rd behind PLC & Toorak. Junior - Baseball "A" - 5th behind Geelong College, Toorak, MGGS & PLC. "B" - 2nd behind Geelong College. Tennis 5th Behind Toorak, Geelong College, MGGS & PLC. Although the Round Robins in Melbourne require an early morning rise, the fun of the competition and stop-off at McDonalds make them generally enjoyable by all those participating.

At the Senior School baseball match held during first term, a mixed array of talent was displayed. Mr Hutley and his precise pitching was not a display of natural ability, but rather the result of many hours practice during his spares. Obviously this practice was worthwhile since,with great humiliation the students had to admit defeat 4-3. We are most thankful to Mrs Thompson for her unbiased(?) umpiring.

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1st TENNIS Back Row: Cathy Bullen, Kylie Tennabel, Bronwyn Bekker, Caroline Missen, Amanda Leigh, Georgia Fidge. Front Row: Linda Ecksted, Angela Hetherington, Sue Minchington (Captain), Kirsten Bishop (Vice Captain), Julie Rothaker, Simone Middleton. This year we welcomed two new PE staff - Miss Can, head of Department and Mr Hutley, who have already contributed heaps to sport at Morongo - coaching and selection of teams as well as organisation of social matches for teams. The help and support from Miss Can has made my position really enjoyable, allowing me freedom to relate to the sports people of the school rather than be totally absorbed in the administration. Also the Sports Committee is to be thanked for their support. Mrs WAt has given continual support to Morongo sport both spectating and behind-the-scenes, thank you. Final thanks to the kitchen staff for their often seemingly endless supply of sandwiches for the round-robins and to the grounds staff for maintenance of the fields. In conclusion, I'd like to encourage anyone who is not currently involved in sport to be so next year, as the benefits to be gained are numerous. To everyone who has been involved in sport this year congratulations, for having survived another hectic but enjoyable, rewarding, pleasant etc. etc. etc. year. Ultimately it is the students who are the sport - you've all been great this year!!! Lou... you don't need to be wished good-luck - have fun!!! Happy holidays .and I'll look forWard to seeing you all in the future. Alina

* School Senior Choir Conducted by the Director of Music Mr Kerrin Hancock

Middle-school Choir — conducted by Mr John Harlan.

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* Music Report 1989 * With a clatter of bows and a series of dents in the flooi, the Morongo 'cellists attended a master class with English 'cellist Penelope Lynex. After an introductory concert certain students were selected to play for her, finding her comments both beneficial and thought provoking. Just as thought-provoking, and, it must be confessed, rather tear-jerking, was the singing of several brave senior girls to the accompaniment of sweet strumming at the Anzad Day service, which contributed to the melancholy, memorable feeling of the service. The Morongo Church Service, held at St. David's was once again filled to overflowing, and the senior, middle and junior school choirs lived up to their high reputations. A vocal solo from Rachel Wells and an oboe solo from Uby Woods showed yet again the high individual standards reached at Morongo, as presented against the cohesive background of the choirs. To tempt and delight, one Thursday assembly was given over to a concert, at which the Flute Ensemble and Orchestra performed, playing such old favourites as the Pink Panther, and a selection from Handel's Water Music. Anne Kidman stunned us all with her beautiful performance of the slow movement of the Schumann Piano Concerto, accompanied, naturally by the trusty old school orchestra.

Music Captain - Pippy Gardner

Life at Morongo began as usual, with MUSIC. And with what better way could a year begin than with the shaky, yet proud, strains of "Sint Lucernae Ardentes" that sounded from the hall, accompanied by the usual embarrassed smiles and bewildered fumbles of the uninitiated?

The 4 June. A day no member of the Senior Choir will ever forget - the day of the Faure Requiem. Months of extra rehearsals and preparation went into the performance held at Wesley Church from lectures in breathing right down to the black skirts and white tops which were required. Professional soloists were engaged and the performance enhanced by the Morongo Orchestra and a solo by Anne Kidman. Rapturous acclaim greeted the performance as yet again these talented choristers proved their place as Geelong's foremost school choir. Early in second semester I was invited to the junior school concert, and was thrilled to hear the host of cellists, violinists, pianists, flutists, guitarists, and of course singers that are coming up in the school. It was a lovely concert and I felt very proud to announce some of the items.

Soon these wonderful voices were lining up impatiently outside the Music Room in order to audition for the prestigous Senior Choir and select Madrigal group, which both took on healthy proportions as so much keen talent emerged. The orchestra began to rehearse under the direction of Mrs Galloway, with the addition of woodwind instruments and occasionally brass to our strong string foundation. The Flute group and band were formed, and as well with a couple of weeks the Music Committee had also been selected and began to function, making the job of Music Captain a little less daunting.

The first half of the third term was a mad rush interspersed with moments of complete break-down of senior girls, to get the Music and Drama competitions underway. A precarious balance between schoolwork and rehearsals was almost reached, but abandoned as the big day drew nearer and tension mounted. Robb were victorious in their oh-so-elegant Army caps and tracksuits, closely followed by Harris, Roslyn, Lawson, Venters and Ardens. No-one will ever forget the evil glits in Lawson's eyes as they chanted "gossip" to a guilty audience, and the pale blue damsel in distress was indeed a sight to behold. It was a fantastic day, worth every minute of panic and effort.

Without any warning whatsoever, Easter sprang into our path and with characteristic determination, skill and finesse the Madrigal group performed at the Easter service, stalwart and courageous in the face of stage fright and nerves. Then, with a Victorian swoon, we were left to recover from our first, hugely successful performance, over the holidays.

Meanwhile, up in the music room, our intrepid soloists were performing at pre-dinner drinks for the Foundation Dinners, a practice that prepared us to perform with perfect equilibrium for the Amadeus society, which was, dare I say, a "growing" experience for VCE music A students who were to regard it as a trial run for their exam. Ugghhh.

DRAMA AWARDS Natalie Morrison Gulru Noyan Chloe Plumridge * MUSIC SYMBOLS Elizabeth Adamson Bianca Cranwell Lisa Nicholls Caroline Missen Kate Russell Trudy Zierk Michelle Douglas - re-award Philippa Gardner - re-award Simone Harveuy - re-award Jacqueline Hastings - re-award Natalie Morrison Gulru Noyan - re-award Rachel Wells * GREEN JUMPER (MUSIC) Elizabeth Adamson *

Madrigal Choir The choir and orchestra have begun their respective rehearsals„ after a break during the music competitions, to prepare for speech night. At this point I feel it is appropriate to thank the Director of Music, Mr. Hancock for his expertise and effort. Without him the choirs would surely disintegrate. I would also like to thank Mrs Galloway and the music staff for their patience and support to all of us temperamental musos! Finally, thank you to everyone who has supported music at Morongo this year, particularly in assembly where the school song is positively loud, compared with occasions earlier in the year! My job this year has been made fun and happy by your support. Practise hard!!! Philippa Gardner Music Captain

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* * Drama Report w * On reflection 1989 has been another great year for drama at Morongo. As usual we have been privileged to see some stunning professional performances at school throughout the year. May I pass on a bouquet to our students. Inevitably the artists say, "These girl are in the most responsive and enthusiastic audience we play for." Year 9 girls experienced some excellent theatre during the Adelaide Youth Festival, and during their day-long excursion to the Melbourne Theatre Company, as part of the "Cultural Experience" and senior English staff have often taken students to Melbourne to the theatre to study plays. Our big effort for the year was 3 one act plays from the Noel Cowards series "Tonight at 8.30". At the risk of sounding immodest I believe these three wildly entertaining and amusing pieces were a great credit to all involved. We were lucky indeed to have Ken Hemmens, Jonathon Roland, Shaun Kinna, David Beynan and our own Michael Hutley to tread our boards. Gulru Noyan was sophisticated and so polished, as the social Lady Gilpin, Ann Shoebridge looked and sounded very 1930, Uby Woods was always completely in character, and Jenny Stone must be the prettiest maid in the world. Chloe Plumridge was astonishingly rough and vulgar as Lady Pepper, the vaudeville performer, and she handled that very difficult role with consummate skill, never stepping out of character for a moment.

Lucy Mayall looked elegant and grand and Jasmin Skewes was very convincing in the role of the scatty stage hand (not type casting Jasmin). Natalie Morrison looked and sounded devine and she was very believable and appealing playing opposite the charming Shaun Kinna in that wicked and mad little bedroom farce, "Ways and Means." Narelle Montgomery, Ann Van Leerdam, Carly Adler and Uby Woods worked very well in smaller roles and it was a great team effort. The sets were very effective and where applicable, carefully and beautifully dressed. The support staff of parents, friends, teachers and girls do a wonderful job, and although we all wilt a little after many long weary hours of rehearsals, the pride in the end result is really fantastic. There's no business like show business, and no girls more talented or wonderful to work with than our girls.

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* Debating and Public Speaking This year at Morongo we have seen continued interest in both public speaking and debating. Trial debates were set up to determine teams and it was decided that we would have a Year 10/11 combined team to compete in the Apex competition and a Year 12 team to compete in the Debaters Association of Victoria (DAV) competition. Our Year 12 DAV team, consisting of Kate Thomas, Uby Woods, Sari Sutton and Ailsa McVean had mixed fortune winning two debates, losing two, and forfeiting the fifth due to a Maths A option test. This competition was very exciting, and the girls who participated deserve admiration for their energy and commitment (except when options get in the way!). Thanks must go to Alina Mitton who provided us with some brilliant chairing, even if we know her real participation was due to the regular stop over at McDonalds on the way home. Out Apex team, consisting of Chloe Plumridge, Dannielle Entwistle, Trudi Smart, and Vanessa Keleher, started off this competition with solid wins over Grovedale Technical High School and Newcomb High School. This led to a battle with Geelong College and then a final show down between Morongo and Matthew Flinders for the Hedley trophy. Victory went to Morongo who became district Champions for the first time in this competition. The first zone final brought us face to face with Trinity College, Colac, for an impressive confrontation. After much nail-biting concern, Morongo were declared victorious, leading to an uproarious trip back to Geelong, including a version of the School song that at least two teachers hadn't heard before. This was followed by a celebratory supper at the Pancake Kitchen. The next round was against Daylesford Technical High School. Morongo managed to win this round, and at the time of writing, the team were preparing for the semi-final against Dimboola Morongo managed to win this round. In the Final, Morongo meets Portland High School!

Inter-house debating continued this year, with the standard reaching stimulating heights. The battle was fought out closely and ferociously with Lawson and Venters doing battle in the final. Venters came out on top, but all debaters are to be congratulated on their great effort. Thanks must go to Mrs Morrison for her hard work in organising house debating and ensuring that it got off the ground with the maximum of efficiency. Not only were many of the Morongo girls busy at debating but public speaking also presented some challenges. With a variety of competitions being open to our speakers, Morongo was very well represented. Morongo provided a strong field of competitors in the Rostrum Voice of Youth competition: seniors - Sari Sutton, Chloe Plumridge and Uby Woods, and juniors - Laura Hughes, Naomi Rankin, Georgia Kin-Siem and Leah Sumner. Our next competition was Lions Youth of the Year quest. Sophie Plumridge represented Morongo at the Torquay club and Uby Woods at Hamlyn Heights. Next on our list was the Apex public speaking competition where once again Uby Woods and Laura Hughes represented us. Katrina Appleton, Nicola Ashton, and Marnie Carroll took part in the Plain English Speaking Award. Unfortunately, we were not successful here but the experience gained by the students was very beneficial. In closing this report, I would thank warmly Mrs Deller and Mrs Morrison for their help in organising events, Mrs Watt for her continuing support and the use of the mini buses, the boarding house staff for providing meals (talking is a hungry business). A big thank you should also go to the girls who participated, for, without them, these activities would not take place and Morongo would not be represented so successfully and honourably. Finally we give a thank you to Mr Hanan for his organisation, extensive research, time, effort, and continual support. Uby Woods, Captain of Debating.

Standing: Nicola Ashton, Kate Thomas, Sari Sutton, Trudi Smart, Katrina Appleton. Sitting: Sophie Plumridge, Vanessa Keleher, Uby Woods (Captain), Chloe Plumridge, Ailsa McVean.

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Ardens House Report Take your blocks. Set. Bang! Splash! Such was the energetic start to the first inter-house competition for 1989. Tanned and fresh from the summer holidays, revitalised Ardenites began the year's agenda with the Swimming Sports. Everyone put in a fantastic effort, both the goldfish bobbing up and down in those stunning sunny yellow caps, and the tireless cheer squad yelling heartily to the strains of 'A Little Birdie'. We came 6th, but it was extremely close competition! The sound of sweaty, squeaky sneakers trudging around the oval in 2nd term was, of course, our dedicated Ardens CrossCountry enthusiasts in training. This year, the Cross-Country was more exciting and more eagerly:awaited than ever, being held on a scenic circuit around the Barwon! Although it was slightly longer than last year's route, it was decidedly more enjoyable (of course cross-countries are always enjoyable), and Ardens' eager, fit and flexible jobbers excelled - we gained an overall 2nd place! A special congratulations must go to our younger runners who gained Ardens 1st place in the junior division. Outstanding individual efforts were made by Karen Kirkpatrick (4th), Kathryn Grundell (7th), Sarah Lamb (9th) and Yvette Zeuschner (10th) in the junior section, and Narelle Montgomery (8th) in the senior section.

House sport has been going well this year, with teams showing their unbeatable style in tennis, table tennis, baseball, netball and hockey (the mud was the best part!). Our annual Inter-House Athletics Day was greeted with much appreciated September sunshine, and proved to be an outstanding success, being extremely enjoyable for competitor.s and spectators alike. Our cheerers were especially loud and enthusiastic! We gained a commendable 4th place, and admirable individual results were obtained by Kathryn Grundell (U/14 runner-up) and Yoshiko Matsumoto (17/0 runner-up) - well done!

Ardens House Captain - Sari Sutton

In June, our debaters displayed their oratorical talents in the lunch-time inter-house competitions. The eager volunteers were Jenny, Narelle and Katrina, and Lindy, Rowena and myself. We didn't make it to the finals, but participating was fun, thanks to our avid supporters! Third term opened to the sounds (some of them not so pleasant at first!) of Ardenites exercising their vocal chords and singing and drama practices for the annual Music and Drama Competitions. Our theme this year was 'Summer Holidays', and the day proved to he both exciting and entertaining. We came 6th, but everyone had heaps of fun being involved! Special thanks must go to Susan Robins (our piano player), and Kirsten Bishop (our Arabian conductress), for their tremendous efforts in getting the show on the road. 20

The year has been a busy one, with the ongoing collection of stamps (thanks to Andrea - our persistent counter!), and with the raising of funds for a new house mascot - a replacement for Arnie (who is much-loved but nearing the age of retirement due to obsolescence). Unfortunately, I will not be here to see his successor's initiation to Ardens! At the end of an eventful, enjoyable and thoroughly memorable year, I must say goodbye to a fantastic house which has been such a pleasure to lead. Special thanks to the Yr 12s, the House Committee and the house staff for their support and encouragement throughout the year, and best of luck to Julie for next year! Ardens - you are a great house with tremendous enthusiasm - you always try your hardest and keep smiling through both success and defeat! You have made my final year so much more rewarding. 'Seek Wisdom', and use it to keep up that great house spirit! Sari Sutton

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The entire house did extremely well keeping to the theme of Voyaging, even though they were led by a conductor who showed her limited knowledge of the craft and looked more as if she was cleaning windows than conducting! Second placing was a fantastic effort and it was made possible due to the hard work: everybody contributed particularly Peta, Libby, Natalie and Shereen. Due to Athletic trials and Music practices only a few Senior Sport games of Hockey and Netball were played. On one occasion our Hockey players battled with the very deep mud and their House Captain who was playing for the opposite team to be victorious against a small Robb team. Our Netballers, once again had little success, however, they tried extremely hard to learn the rules of the game! Athletics was a time for our individual Champions to show their superior skill. Shu-lin Lee (under 12 runner-up), Clare Fallow (under -15 runner-up), Sarah Reid (under 15 champion) and Bronnie Bekker (17/Over champion) must all be congratulated. As too should our Intermediate stars, who won our first trophy for the year, well done guys!! Stamps have been brought constantly during the year. Before I close I'd like to thank all the House and PE staff for all their support and help. Thank you to members of the House Committee. To Natalie, Captain for 1990, I wish the very best of luck. You'll do a great job.

Harris House Captain - Jane McCormack

1989 started with a bang, the Swimming Sports!!! We had been back only a couple of days when entry forms were being handed out. With a little, maybe a lot of persuasion nearly everyone tried out for an event. The big day was Wednesday, 15 February when the Harris Dolphins showed everyone the great enthusiasm we. are known for. Unfortunately our swimming was not quite as successful as our cheering which was capably led by our our year elevens. In the very close competition we finished fifth overall. However, if points were given for cheering we would have won. Congratulations to Noni Korobka our Junior Champ, who was the under 12 runner-up champion. Our Seniors then took to the Tennis courts and Baseball fields in senior sport on Wednesday mornings. We finished with mixed success and were placed sixth, overall. In second term, we saw our Juniors also playing Tennis and Baseball and their results were much better than the very enthusiastic, yet sometimes lacking in talent and skill, Seniors. The Juniors came fifth overall. Our debaters did extremely well this year, coming third. Thanks and congratulations to our six debaters on their great effort. Third term was a very busy term. Ahead of us were Music Competitions. Due to the enthusiasm and hard work of the entire house, we managed our best result for the year, second, behind the very impressive Robb Army. 22

I've had a fantastic year; Harris is a tremendous House. Don't lose your enthusiasm. Be as kind and supportive to Natalie as you have been to me and best of luck for next year and future years. Lots of love, Jane P.S. To all the people I haven't mentioned please accept my thanks for your support and to all those who have been subject to my screeching, my apologies!

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Lawson House Report Well my dreaded first task as House Captain was to organise where we were to hold our 1988 annual House picnic. We eventually decided that we would go to the Barwon Heads Golf Course and play golf and tennis. However it was just my luck, that on the day of the House picnic, God had decided that yes, the plants all needed a water. Unfortunately it was too wet to go so we stayed at school with Venters and spent the day eating, talking and playing games with them. Lawson showed that their muscles were stronger as they beat Venters in many of the tug-ofwar events we had.

* Lawson House Captain - Georgie Fidge 1989 began with a splash, not a bang, as all the tanned Lawsonites returned to school in fine form for the Inter House Swimming Sports. The salt water over summer had done wonders for Lawson as the girls swam swiftly through the water to overall come a very close second. Lawson's cheers echoed the pool arena, while Annabel and Jasmin's enthusiasm became contageous amongst all the girls. There were some fantastic individual performances by Pauline Yan (0/17 champion), Natalie Strijder (U/16 champion) and Prue Waayers (U/13 runner-up). All I can say about the swimming, Lawson, is that it was a fantastic effort and I can't wait to see you with 1st place in 1990!

Second term was fairly quiet, with junior sport being played every Wednesday. All girls in both junior and senior sport throughout the year continued to try which consequently amounted to some fine results for Lawson. The debating too was held in Term two, with Lawson starring. We won all our rounds, which gave us a position in the final. Thanks to our finalist team, Ailsa McVean, Patricia Laird and Ann Shoebridge, who although unable to beat Venters, did extremely well to make the final. Just before we all toddled off to our well deserved break, the fun-filled, energetic cross-country was held. This year we ran around the track down by the Barwon River. It was by far more scenic than at school and besides, we didn't break our ankles, because we weren't running in the turned up paddocks. While the majority of us plodded on with stitches aching in our sides, there were some fantastic individual efforts - these girls have stamina! - Georgia Radcliff-Smith with 4th place in the seniors and Prue Waayers with 3rd place in the juniors. Well done to all Lawson girls who ran. Although we didn't win, our 4th place overall was a great effort. By the time the holidays arrived people were so sore from the cross-country that they didn't toddle home but limped with pained expressions.

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Well, third term was a wowzer of a term with both the Inter House Music Competitions and Inter House Athletics. It was a busy term where everyone was involved. In proving how exceptionally good Morongo girls were at rumours, Lawson took on the theme of "Gossip" for the Music Comps. Our "Heard it through the grapevine", I thought,was fabulous especially with Bianca Cranwell starring on the saxophone. Thank you Caroline for your conducting ability. Uby for your musical talent (without you we would have been lost), Diana who played the piano so well and George, "The Big Rad" (courtesy of Sarah Dean), for directing the drama. Our fourth place was great, everyone worked so hard I just hope you all enjoyed yourselves like I did. With the Aths, Lawson didn't quite star like we did in the swimming, but Tasmin Crocker did particularly well in winning U/12 champion. Nevertheless Lawson's spirit and enthusiasm Was still high even though we came last. It must have been my beautiful, green platform shoes that distracted you all! We may not have won the Aths but I am sure we won on the cheering, once again with Annabel leading us with her very loud screeching voice. We all loved her arm actions as well!

Throughout the year, stamps were brought along to each House Assembly. -Those who forgot gave the house much pleasure in watching them imitate flies dying. Results from the stamps have not yet been finalised, but I am certain Lawson will do very well, especially as Jodie-Ann Arklay brought heaps (too many to count!) Thanks must go to Simone Simpson, Amanda Leigh and Sue Minchinton who organised and counted the stamps throughout the year. Well I must say that I have had a great year and heaps of fun in leading Lawson this year. I must just thank all the year 12's for their continual support, Mrs Trigg and the other house staff. Best of luck to Leah next year and of course to the best house, Lawson. Just always try your best and most of all have fun and enjoy yourselves, and keep that fantastic Lawson spirit going! Georgie Fidge * * 25

Robb House Report When I began my role as Robb House Captain, I was under the impression that Robb was the greatest house in the school. While running the risk of sounding a little bit conceited, I must say, again my disturbingly perceptive skills were, as per usual, right on target. Robb is indeed the greatest house in the history of Morongo. This instinctive reaction has been proven, without doubt, over the course of twelve inspiring months, and I will now present the evidence to support this statement.

Then came the beginning of the year 1989, and with it came the swimming competitions. All Robbites put in all their effort in and out of the pool, and towards th end of the day we were coming second, ready to take first position in a matter of a few races. Then something dawned on me. My sixth-sense-like perception told me that wewould be so successful in inter-house events to come, that to win this competition too, would be unfair to the other houses. So we discretely dropped back to fourth place and allowed the other houses to take the glory of first, second and third placings. Sc

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It all began way back in 1988, when I was confronted with my first task as a House Captain, the House Picnic. It was all going very well, buses at the ready, Kentucky Fried Chicken on everyone's minds (and in the back of Mrs Gardner's car), and everyone ready for a day full of fun and exciting activities. When suddenly a dark cloud appeared on the horizon, bringing sense of foreboding which was echoed in the hearts of every other house but Robb. Rain could not dampen our spirits! So while every other house was on the verge of tears and their captains on the verge of nervous break-downs, Robb was having a wonderful time playing with an Earthball, a giant parachute, watching videos, eating Kentucky Fried Chicken and genearlly having a very enjoyable day. Right girls?

Many weeks went by until the last week of second term, when we all ventured down to the Barwon River for a pleasant job, which was wimpishly described by the other houses as a hellish exercise. Our supreme fitness and endurance shone through, as we whipped the opposition. It was easy to tell the girls in Robb, for they were the ones running with their knees up high, with grins on their faces, and singing 'Sint Lucemae Ardentes' like angels to keep themselves company way out in the lead. While at the back slogged the others, perspiration dripping from their faces, tripping over every second step, and wheezing for breath. Needless to say, Robb won.

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Third term was yet another good one for Robb. First of all came the Music Competition, and here is perhaps the greatest proof of Robb being the best house. Although we have only one member in the Senior Choir in the entire house, everyone rose to the occasion and performed with moving artistry in Drama, Small Group and Big Group, bringing many people in the audience close to tears, and elevating the school to majestic heights for twenty heaven-inspired minutes, on the theme "The Army". Once again, Robb proved to be the best, taking first place. Many thanks to Pippy Gardner for our success.

The Athletics Competition took place at the end of third term, and we all watched on as Robbites were only seen by a streak of purple blazing past on the track, a purple person which turned to a speck way up in the stratosphere in highjump, and a purple catapult hurling objects out of the sports arena. But, once again, we wisely decided to give another house the pleasure of coming first, as we gracefully accepted second place.

;33 So, there is the evidence to prove that Robb is the greatest house. It is in my opinion that this group of girls can pull together and perform exceptionally, no matter what is asked of them. Well done to all Robbites on your fantastic, and unfailing efforts throughout the year. You are the greatest house ever. Right girls! Good luck for the future to all Robbites! Sarah McCracken

Roslyn House Report Roslyn is Hot to GO, H.O.T.T.O.G.O. Ah-ooh hot to go, Ah-ooh hot to go. In magnificent style. Roslyn swept into the first term of 1989 Many of our first house meetings consisted of Roslynites showing their unco-ordination when attempting to clap to the new war cry. However once we mastered the beat, the swimming pool was at our mercy. Roslyn was hot to go. Our speed in the water proved too much for the other houses and we continued the four year tradition of victory. Congratulations to Katrina Appleton, Sheridan Douglas and Kirsty Bolton who received individual championships or runners-up in their age groups.

Roslyn House Captain — Michelle Dowie

The weekly house sports soon commenced, involving table tennis, tennis, baseball, then hockey and netball. Due to our very small numbers of Roslynites, some weeks were pushed to filling the teams. But week after week we played in style (apart from the occasional sprained ankle and bleeding knee) and we gained a creditable second place over all. Then in mid winter we shed our skins and braved the six kilometer cross country course around the Barwon River. Unfortunately Robb ran us off our feet, but we all managed to finish the gruelling marathon in one piece, coming third overall. In previous years, all we had to do was basically run around the school's paddocks, but this year it was very difficult. For the days afterwards I felt like a cripple. The cross country is one thing I will definitely not miss next year!

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Now came the time that demanded the house to work together, and produce a thirty minute production. We decided on the theme "Detectives and Crime," for the music competitions. The most dreaded and resented lunch time practices began and we were up to our necks in scripts, finding plays, songs and poems about vague, air-headed detectives. Thank goodness we have talented musicians in our house for I didn't have a clue. With Gulru in charge, my job was easy. (I sat back and listened to the most interesting - well amusing voices of the large group). Michelle Douglas accompanied with the saxophone, Cathy Bullen on the drums, and Alice Eng on the piano. The song "Help" by the Beetles proved to be most enjoyable (or so Melanie Quick and Louise Bone thought on the day). Apart from a few unavoidable mishaps, with the tape recorder, our production proved very professional and congratulations Roslyn to a well earned third place.

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Then it was back on to the track for the Athletic competitions. Apart from a few minor disasters a few days before, the day was very successful. We managed equal first in the junior section, and second in the senior section, with a phenomenal third overall. Congratulations to those girls who received individual championships, and to those who put in so much effort. The stamp competition proved a never ending bore, however it did provide amusement in some of our meetings. Unfortunately, as much as Cathy Bullen enjoyed dancing with Mr Lyne, we didn't manage to raise quite enough stamps to be victorious. Keep up the collecting and devious punishments. I wish all the best to Katrina Appleton and Roslyn for next year. Katrina, keep all of the Roslynites practising their clapping or they may lose their co-ordination. Thank you to all of the year 11 and 12's and house staff for your continual support. Look after Ralph and the ostriches and keep up the great house spirit. Roslyn - Fantastic House of '89. Michelle Dowie.

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At home in my neat, clean (most of the time) room, I have a Venters box. It is a huge wooden trunk full of the great navy memorabilia of the past twenty-two years of Venters. On Grand Final night, my parents and I discovered on our return that our home had been broken into. Rushing desperately about the house to endeavour to find exactly what was stolen, I found the Venters box upturned and emptied of its contents. Luckily only my school bag had been stolen, to carry away the loot and no Venters memories were severly damage (neither was the golden Athletics Cup which we had won). When I was packing all the papers, photos, books, streamers and dressses away, I wondered what the thieves must have thought of this magnificent team. After all 1989 had proven to be an extremely successful year.

Our first clash or splash was in the Norlane Pool. Just to fool the other houses this year, we broke our traditional last place and came third following the hard swimming, diving and plenty of cheering. Some outstanding individuals were Claire Wookey (u/ 15 champ) and Vicki Hedley (runner-up u/16 champ). Debating also proved to be victorious for Venters. With the powerful speeches of Vanessa, Chloe and Caroline, Venters toppled Lawson in the debating final to become outright winners. The dreaded cross country arose all too quickly for some Venterites, as we huffed and puffed around the track near the Barwon River. However, the Junior section was brilliantly won by Nikola McGrath and in 6th place came Kate Laidlaw. Our first senoirs to cross the finishing line were Danni Entwistle (9) and Michelle Barrett (12). 30

The Venters theme for the Music and Drama Competitions this year was "Happiness". The melodic voices of all girls could be heard singing "What a Wonderful World" and a boppy "Joy to the World" all through the beginning of third term. Our production was well received by the audience who especially enjoyed the floral sight of Blossom (Nicole Brown) in our play. Overall, we came a creditable fifth. Special thanks must go to Kate for her help with all aspects of the competition and to Jayne, Vikki and Fiona who all sang so loudly, although it wasn't always necessarily in tune. Stamps, stamps, and more stamps. After many internal stamp competitions between the Venters girls, threats and bribes our collection grew. Thanks must go to all the counters, Menique (who unfortunately left) and Dycinta who organised the stamps and helped us out so well. Again this year Steph Field brought weekly her 50 or more stamps and Mrs. Metcalf,who fortunately has ties to the Shire Council Offices, must be congratulated for their continuous support. ._

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To end third term on a high, we won the Athletics held at Goldsworthy Rd. Field with superb style. It must have been my continual pleas to run around the block every night after school with the dog. Our Champions were Lou Turner (U/17), Ilsa Kuiper (runner-up), Nikola McGrath (U/15) and Kate Laidlaw (U/13). , CONGRATULATIONS must go to everyone who ran, threw. jumped and cheered so hard to achieve such a fabulous result. Finally special thanks must be forwarded to the staff and fellow year 12's whom without 1 couldn't have survived. To the whole of Venters house - Keep up the fabulous enthusiasm and good luck for 1990. Best of luck to Dannie. (Next years NciVI, Captain!). YAH VENTERS! Ilsa Kuiper

Year 9 Cultural Experience 1989 was the first year of the Cultural Experience. The idea behind it was to give year 9's an opportunity to expand their horizons and to provide them with a variety of new, different experiences, that otherwise would not have been encountered. Each girl was to keep a journal containing reports of activities, and samples of her work. Each term was given a theme - 1. History, 2. Fine Arts, 3. Government, 4. Performing Arts. Excursions were planned around these themes, and our teachers tried to give their subjects a leaning toward the themes also. Two major excursions - to Adelaide in 2nd term, and Canberra in Term 3 - were highlights of the year. Each lasted 5 days full of activities. The Adelaide visit coincided with the bi-annual Youth Festival held there, providing many sources for our enjoyment. Examples of some excursions we had over the year: - Gold of the Pharoahs Exhibition at the Museum, - The Great Australian Art Exhibition, - The Shrine of Remembrance, - The Victorian College of the Arts - open day, - Sovereign Hill, - The Wool Museum here in Geelong, and - A visit to Tay Creggan, the year 9 campus for Strathcona. We would like to thank Mrs. Gardner and Mrs. McLean, our year level co-ordinators, for organizing, helping, listening, and coping with us. Without you, and the rest of the Morongo Staff, 50 year 9 girls would have missed a wonderful experience. We wish future year 9's well, and they can rest assured that if they have half the time we did, they will be some of the happiest, most culturally enriched girls ever. /.0.0ofixe0w,

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TOURNAMENT OF MINDS On Sunday 4th June, three teams from Morongo went to Monash University in Melbourne to compete in the yearly event of the Tournament of Minds. Each team was given a long term problem to solve over a period of six weeks. On the day, we were also given a spontaneous problem which consisted of thinking of as many ways as possible to use a plastic spoke. The two Junior teams were made up of girls from Years 5 and 6. When the results were announced we were so pleased to hear that one Morongo team had been placed second in their section. All teams thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Thank you to Mrs Lea-Wood and all parents who gave of their time to help us. Kelly O'Neill Chloe Alsop Year 6

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On Tuesday the 27th of February, Years 2 and 3 went to the Marine Science Centre. When we arrived, Tim showed us some sharks' teeth. They were very sharp. Then Tim tricked us into calling a crab seaweed. He brought out a rock, and he said for us to come closer, then the rock which was a sea squirt, squirted us with water. We ate some seaweed, it had a nothingness taste. Tim said that seaweed was used in icecream, toothpaste and baked cakes. Next we went to the centre and when we arrived there, we had a feel of all the things in the touch tank. We had to lift a whale's spine, it was very heavy. We had a lovely day at the Marine Science Centre in Queenscliff. Bronwen Evans Year 3

When he woke up he noticed that someone had moved him. Then he saw it was his friend Tichy, the baby Brontosaurus. "I will show you where your mother and father axe, " said Tichy. They both started walking off into the wild, but where Tichy had last seen Steven's mother and father there was no sign of them. There was a herd of Ankylosauruses. They must have been in the wrong place. But Tichy was sure he saw them there. They went to look in other places for them. Soon they came to the two big Stuthionimuses. They started chasing them. Mrs. Rex came running in and saw Steven. "Where were you?" she said. Then she said to Tichy to run along. Sarah Metcalf Year 3

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PEACE I. PEACE 2. QUIT WAR 3. WAR IS DISGRACEFUL 4. LET WAR END PLEASE 5. WAR IS VERY, VERY BAD 6. STOP WAR FOR THE WHOLE WORLD 7. WAR IS SILLY BECAUSE IT COMMITS DEATH 8. IF I COULD STOP THE WAR I WOULD 9. WAR KILLS PEOPLE AND MAKES THEM DIE IN PAIN 10. PEOPLE SHOULD FIGHT FOR PEACE, DON'T FIGHT OVER THE WORLD. Katie Bird Year 4 War is sad Guns are bad Everyone knows that guns explode

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JUST ONE FAVOUR Dear God, Many people around the world have asked for an earthly sure, Computers, skateboards, money and bikes, Everyone thinks they're pretty nice, but it has cost us all a very big price.

People are killed Hurt very bad So I think war is very, very sad. Claire Halfacre Year 5

At the moment we have a great big challenge, To plant more seeds and use less trees, Our ozone layer is fading away, We're trying to protect it, can we find a way

I look out a window, what do I see? I see a dove staring at me. He gives a whistle, he gives a coo, He flutters his wings so gracefully. The dove is a delightful bird The dove represents the symbol of peace. Andrea Harrison Year 4

We're asking for a heavenly treasure, to be released in some good measure This thing we're asking for is PEACE, Because we've realised, we've caused a lot of pressure.

Year 5 Peace Tree We've taken a big risk with our lives, Now we're trying to set things right. just imagine how it would be, To be able to set foot outside and to feel free. No hatred in the air, but people who care, No flowers blooming, And clear streams flowing, Peace and happiness. Thankyou God. Amen. Beverely Woon and Katherine Napier Year 5

LOVE Love is splendour it's never ending and there is plenty to go around, Love is beauty and love is a child lying in your arms, Love is tender, affectionate and kind, and it is love just to hold someone closely to your heart, Love is never going to fade away, and if you use it wisely it will come in handy one day, Love is marriage, friendship too, and if you love me I will love you. Penelope Bate Year 6

PEACE Peace is love and understanding, Peace is the meaning of you and me. Peace is the presence of partnership and the absence of war, Peace is when we can understand others and cooperate with them. Fiona Leen and Emily Simms Year 5 S Om*.

BIITTERFLIES colourful. hright flying. floating. fluttering caterpillars spinning their cocoon gliding. glittering. gleaming cream, crimson insect Amv Sanders year 6 4I

MY GRANDPA The person I know with a handicap is my grandpa. He has an artificial leg as he had his leg amputated just below his knee two years ago. Grandpa had to learn to walk again, drive a car but now he doesn't even use a stick to walk with. If I had this handicap I would feel sad and left out as I wouldn't be able to run, skip, jump as I do now. The hardest thing for me to cope with would be, not being able to do all the things I do now, without thinking about. Natalie Grace year 4

HAUNTED HOUSE PIANO Piano, Big, Brown, Slippery, fingering, legato, peaceful, proud, loud, soft piano. Kristy Brown Year 5

SAILBOATS Sailboats graceful, colourful floating, moving, gently floating along the water yacht. Megan Trim Ruth Langford Year 4

LONELINESS

Joey switched off his light and rolled under his bed covers. He heard all the bedroom doors close. The house settled down to sleep. Suddenly his scalp prickled as he heard a scratching noise in his bedroom. He quickly switched on his light again. Then he sighed with relief as he saw it was only Tiger, his kitten, scraping on the door. He climbed out of bed, opened the door, walked into the hallway and took Tiger outside. Then he froze, because he had seen a ghost. Suddenly he turned around because someone had put their hands on his shoulders. It was a man. The man said, "you are coming with me." He dragged Joey to a black van, shoved him inside and drove off with him. Soon they arrived at a huge house. The van stopped and the man hopped out. He pulled Joey out of the van and pushed him towards the front door. He opened the door and threw him inside. joey wondered whether he was dreaming or not, so he shook his head and rubbed his eyes but he wasn't dreaming. The man dragged him along a hallway and shoved him into a room.

Loneliness is sitting in a dark room and feeling neglected Loneliness is feeling friendless and without having a chum at recess Suddenly Joey woke up in his own room. Had he dreamt it all, Loneliness is feeling alone or not? and desolate Ruth Langford Year 4 Loneliness is knowing that nobody cares and no one does Loneliness is eating alone Once upon a time there was a little girl called Andy. When it and no one to laugh when food dribbles down you chin was nightime, her mother read her a story before she went to bed. Loneliness is purely not having a friend. Meanwhile the window opened. She wondered who could have Rebecca Maddern Year 6 opened it. She had a peek and she looked left and right. Then she saw a ghost!

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The ghost looked at Andy and smiled. After they had a talk, the ghost disappeared. She couldn't believe it! Andy's mother could hear a little sound coming from the bedroom. Wendy Li Year I

SUNBEAMS Every Thursday night I go to Sunbeams. I have got my second class badge, my homemaker badge, my first aid badge, my swimmer's badge and my athletics badge. At Sunbeams we play games and work towards badges. The uniform is a grey dress with a cap and a sash. There are twenty.four badges you can get. The first two badges we have to do is the Homemaker and Thrift badge. The leader's names are Sunlea, Mrs. Mawson, Mrs. Henderson and Aylea. I like Sunbeams because it is a lot of fun and I have made some nice friends. Miranda Henderson Year 3 42

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I am lost in the bush all by myself. Trapped like a prisoner in a cell. Nowhere to go but bushland, no where to turn! Trees surrounding me, ferns encompassing me. Animals crawling and flying in and out of the bushes and burrows. I'm scared and need help. I'm getting very cold and very hungry. My friends are a long way off and I start to shiver. There is a rumble in the clouds and all of a sudden the sky lights up. Down comes the rain and hail! I race for shelter, but alas it's too late! The shelter is closed by the snow and I can feel my legs being covered by snow as I slowly fall to the ground. My body is going numb and then I black out!!! Natasha Lin iros year 6

I'm a scrap in the butcher shop. They rolled me up as a sausage. They put me on a tray where people could stare at me! One day a girl came into the shop and bought me. She took me home to her place and put me on the barbeque with some other sausages. I'm getting boiled. I'm burnt. Oh no! I'm getting turned over. Oh my face is on the hot side. I can't say very much. Ow, ow, ow, eee. Thank goodness. Oh no I'm getting wrapped around in bread. I hate it, I hate it, I HATE IT! Everything is going wrong. What are they doing to me? Oh no! Someone's teeth are getting close. I've been bitten. That's the end of me Alison Evans Year 2

FIRE, FIRE! FROGS Green slimy frogs, Green slimy frogs, In the bath tub In the sink Green slimy FROGS. Amy Walker Year 2

Fire! Fire! Burning bright. Keep me warm on this cold frosty night. Glowing embers, red-hot coals, Knotted log, full of ash holes. Crackling, flaring, scorching fire, When I put on paper, you jump up highe Soon you will burn down low, your white ash will be like snow, But at the moment you're orange-red, Oh fire, I feel light in the head. Look, there's a little blue flame! He's playing with orange! He's playing a game! He's jumping around like a Mexican bean, Wanting to be sure he's seen. I'm very tired, time for sleep. In my heart, fire, you live down deep. Julie Carlile year 6

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THIS WORLD? The world is disintegrating before our very eyes, Slowly but surely the earth is dying, The rainforests are falling twenty football fields a minute Killing the air we breathe. Plastic bags lie strewn all over the country side Choking the animals that are killed by curiosity. Poisonous fumes are sprayed in the air Seemingly harmless, but are they? Filling our lungs with with infected air and making the ozone layer like a patchwork quilt. When we paddle in the ocean, or swim in the sea, the pollution is our enemy and is destroying all the fish floating along the river like leaves in the wind. The ice in the poles is slowly melting and the ocean is slowly rising, forcing the people who live near the beach to leave, If we don't stop, it might be too late, What are we doing to this world? Anna King Year 6

ELISABETH Elisabeth kind, naughty sharing, quiet, playful fun, to play with nice. Lisa Kerr Caroline Huddle-Lamb Year 4

AUSTRALIA Australia beautiful, sunburnt loving, caring, friendly nice place to live Country Bridgette Kelly, Andrea Harrison Year 4

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• * KANGAROO ISLAND Chapter One . The Ferry Kangaroo Island is on the other side of Cape Jervis. I stayed at the Pennyshaw Caravan Park. I saw penguins at the beach, in holes and hiding in rocks. There were heaps of rocks. Chapter Two . Emu Bay

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It was a long way to Emu Bay. We took dad's boat with us but the men didn't take us out because they were going diving. We had lunch at Emu Bay. We went back to the caravan park before the men got back. Then when the men did get back we cooked the fish that they caught. Georgina, Rani and I played with Brendon and Wayne. Brendon and Wayne were three men. We were good friends. Chapter Three . Seal Bay It was a long, long journey to Seal Bay and one of the baby seals came right up to me. I ran to dad straight away. The seal said, "Ororor". Then all of us went to look and see the whale bones on the other side of the beach. We couldn't get to the other side of the beach because it was blocked off. There were some more seals.

In this book it says that there's a strange creature that lives up in Mars. It has four eyes and two earrings, four legs and green and black hands as well as one nose. It always comes down from Mars to eat people and it dresses up as a lady and walks down the street. Sometimes it climbs up a tree and when someone is going for a walk it will jump down on them. All of a sudden the door opened and the space creature with four eyes and two earrings, all green Sophie Klopper Year 1 and black, appeared. GULP!

Chapter 2 . Back _at the Caravan Park When we got back to the caravan park we had to take the tent down that my family was sleeping in because we were leaving soon. Jessica Parsons Year 2

* * KANGAROOS I like kangaroos because they are my favourite animals. They can jump high with their feet and also I like their colours. I like brown kangaroos the best The little baby joey is good. He stays in his mother's pouch. I really like the soft brown fur. I also like wombats and koalas. Rani Murphy Year 2

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Fire is emotional Burning embers of fiery flames Fire is full of fear and terror It is a massive panic Burning houses one by one Fire, a blazing bonfire It's like a toadstool feeding on nature And all my belongings Fire will never by forgotten Freya Fidge Year 6

MR. DOLPHIN* Mr. Dolphin is always jumping, rolling, eating, chasing, helping, saving, sleeping and eating fish all day long. fighting sharks, helping people, showing off, getting attention, getting hurt caught in nets. Dead. Dead. Dead. Victoria Bennett Year 3 * * 44

Children laughing Others shouting Mothers talking Miming, music, morse coding Understanding News reporting Imagination Children writing Acting Television informing Interesting stories Others boring Noises! Michelle Winckle Year 5

* ONLY THREE SENSES I wonder what I look like, Am I pretty, ugly or small, Am I big, fat or skinny, Short, wide or tall? I wonder how a bird sounds, I wonder if dogs bark, Is it loud, soft or noisy, Does it sound like a lark? I wonder how I speak, Am I weak, loud or soft? Do I sing like a bird, A soprano or what? My life is all but good, Three senses that is all, One sense is tasting food, The others smell and touch. I am glad that I can taste, The coolness of soft drink, The cool, cool water, From the rain or sink. With my nose I smell things, Like food, flowers or rain, While senses that I've lost, So much I have to gain. Alexandra Galaska year 5

MR. MOLE* * Mr. Mole was digging a hole at the bottom of the ground for himself and someone else. He liked walking and talking, he liked to sing one of his favourite songs that was "I'm a walking talking miracle". Kate Nelson Year 3

CAT OF THE MONTH My family's pet is called Jassie. She is a really great cat. Jassie is a domestic cat. I'll tell you why I think Jassie should be 'Pet of the Month'. She has dark marmalade fur with white under her tummy, on her face and paws. One time Jassie was in a funny mood and when she is in a funny mood she is very playful. Daddy waved his five dollar note when he was on one side of the door and jassie on the other. Jassie stuck her paw through the crack under the door and ripped Dad's five dollar note. Another time Mum waved her feather duster at Jassie and jassie chased it with her paw. It was funny to watch. When she hops on my bed sometimes I stick my foot under her body and when I bring it out again Jassie bites my toes. Sometimes Kate and I wave a bootlace at Jassie and she catches it with her paws and puts it in her mouth. She is a lovely cat.

CAPTAIN TOWN Once upon a ship wreck, like everybody says. There was an old pilot, called Captain Biezz. He sailed from one side to get back to land. He loves being pilot, but his shoes get filled with sand. He hates all the fish, but they're really not bad. He made up a word, it's funny, it's 'chad'. It means when all the pilots come back to their ships, they eat up their dinner, they eat fish and chips. When the tide comes up and the sun goes down, that is the Captain Town. Carolyn Michalak Year 2

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Possums black, brown cute, cuddly, smart jumping tree to tree marsupial

MR. OWL Soaring through the sky, Going very high, Looking like a spy, In the dark blue sky.

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Landing in a tree, Staring at me, How your eyes glow, They really do show.

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If I had to be an animal I'd like to be a galah, because they have pink, white and brown feathers. I like them because they are found in Queensland and Darwin. I like how they go on your shoulders, nibble your ears and kiss you on the mouth. Natasha Solczaniuk year 2

A DOVE What a graceful bird is the dove, Such a soft harmless bird, It flies in and out of the trees like a tiny breeze, It sways from side to side like a feather falling down, What a graceful bird is the dove. Zoe Asher Year 4

KITTEN Kitten fluffy, cute pouncing, chasing, meowing intelligent, white, gorgeous kittens cats Kate Michalak Karen Jackson Year 4

GREY Grey is the colour of a cloud in a storm It's soft but sometimes brittle It's one shade back from black It's a pencil. Grey comes in all shades And is the colour of hair when old and matured Grey is the colour of knowledge and wisdom Grey is the colour of dust. Grey is dull, eerie and misty It's the colour of smoke before fading into white Grey is a colour not dark or light. Hope Madden Year 6

FIRESTORM Frightful flames, burning aglow, Insane people watching their things being destroyed, Red hot balls of fire flying through the air, Everlasting flames, killing everything, Sweet flowers in the paddocks, being threatened by fire, Trees are black, no leaves or colour, Over with, but still smouldering, Rebuilding houses, no-one knows of the cause, Memories remaining and will forever. Kate Walker Year 6 45

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China Tour - January 1989 We received a rather rude shock upon our arrival in Beijing airport at 2.00 a.m. when greeted by temperatures in the proximity of -50°F! Our tour group of 27, including parents, families, members of staff, friends and students, past and present, had to adjust quickly to the icy climate, having just departed our sunny Australian summer. We quickly discovered that thick, woolly hats, scarves and thermal underwear were essential components of our outfits if we were to combat the cold. Our first tastes of authentic Chinese food were greeted with mixed reactions - foreign-looking green slices of egg and steamed seaweed are not particularly tempting while one is still recovering from jet lag! Although grey and bleak, we found Beijin to be a fascinating city, with bicycles, bicycles and more bicycles! We visited the Forbidden City Tian An Men Square, and climbed The Great Wall - a truly breathtaking experience. At Xian, we experienced the first snow fall of our visit to China, and visited the World-famous Qin Mausoleum of Terracotta Warriors. Our three day 'cruise' on the Yangtze River proved to be perhaps the most infamously memorable of our experiences in China! Conditions were poor, and the food was, to put it nicely, rather unpalatable - most of us survived on rations of Cadburys'. In the biting cold, the oldies miserably huddled together, wrapped in blankets, and played cards. At Wuhan, we visited a univeristy, where we met with friendly Chinese students eager to practise their English on us; our next stop was fascinating, Westernised Shanghai. The eagerly-awaited finale to our tour was the four day stopover in Hong Kong, where the avid shoppers amongst us had an absolute ball (and returned home with considerably emptier pockets!) Overall, we enjoyed our tour immensely. China being so culturally different to Australia, provided us with wonderful learning opportunities. Special thanks must go to Mrs Trigg, our brave, tireless tour leader, for her friendly assistance and successful organisation of an extremely memorable trip. Sari Sutton

Young Achievement Australia Eleven Year 11 's have been involved in a Young Achievement organization - Mono Y.A. Each Thursday afternoon we have travelled to the Shell Refinery which is where we operate the company. The Young Achievers are Fiona Chivell, Dione Mauric, Cathy Bennett, Kristie Eales, Fiona Wilson, Sally Bate, Patricia Laird, Vanessa Ho, Simone Middleton, Vicky McCarthy and Melanie Veal. Young Achievement Organizations aim to give students in Year 11 the opportunity to experience the problems and joys of running a small business. Shell Refining Australia was our sponsor. Shell provided us with Advisors to assist the Directors and the company as a whole, and also a place to manufacture our product. We began in March. The first things we had to do were choose a name for the company, decide upon a product and elect Directors. The name Mono Y.A. was chosen because Morongo and Norlane High students were involved in the project. Our product was chosen by an elimination process. We brainstormed different possible products then dismissed the ones that were too easy to manufacture, too difficult, too cheap to sell and too expensive to produce. Finally we arrived at noticeboards that were whiteboard and 3i cork. We also chose plaques as cashflow products. Then six Directors had to be elected: During the year we have attended several functions. A skills seminar at The University of Melbourne which was extremely useful, not only for running our company, but for when we enter the workforce and even for school organization. We have had Trade Fairs at Flinders Street Station and Corio Village. These Trade Fairs involve many different companies who get together to sell their various products. Judges give points to each venture for product quality, attendance, presentation and sales. The points go toward the Budget Venture of the Year Award, for the best company. Speakers have attended some of our meetings to talk about sales techniques, problem solving and setting goals. This I found very useful for everyday, not just for the venture. All the Young Achievers have the opportunity to enter the Young Achiever of the Year Award. For this they must have a good sales record, write an essay and sit an examination on business skills. Vicky has entered this and she is one of eighteen in Victoria. Two are chosen from Victoria and they go to Canberra for the National Competition. The winner of the Australian title receives an all expenses paid trip to America to represent Australia at the annual conference of the Young Achievers, and of course tour America while they are there. They also receive $5,000 from Young Achievement Australia. To be a part of a successful company it takes a lot of organization, discipline, effort and worry, but I think it has ben worth every minute (especially with a profit margin like ours). The share holders received approximately $1.50 for every share they invested. I would like to encourage anyone who is willing to work and attend every session to become involved with a Young Achievement project in the future.

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Tournament of Minds

The Peer Support Programme is where five or six Year 7 girls meet with two Year 11 girls once a week to become involved in activities and discussion. This interaction offers the younger girls a group of peers who will provide friendship and support, and the older girls an invaluable experience in leadership and caring.

On Sunday, 4 June, at around 7.30 a.m., a group of eager Morongo girls set forth for Monash Univeristy. The seven girls had been busy for weeks, meeting twice a week early in the morning as well as at weekends. Megan Ford (Year 7), Nerissa Kemp (Year 7), Noni Korobka (Year 7), Kathryn Traczyk (Year 8), Janine Facer (Year 8), Tanya Hall (Year 9) and Emma Jackman (Year 9), as well as the emergency, Anne Kidman (Year 8), were the Morongo team entering in the Tournament of Minds under the guidance of Mrs Lea-Wood, who encouraged us all and kept our enthusiasm high.

As part of our individual support programme, nine Year 11 girls visit the Junior School once a week during lesson time to work with individual girls in levels ranging from Kindergarten to Grade 4. For the senior girls this is part of their Year 11 English course, but given time,we hope these relationships will develop new understandings and friendships.

Science Talent Search ******** Morongo girls were very successful in the Science Talent Search conducted by the Geelong branch of the Victorian Science Teachers Association. Our girls entered in a number of sections and the following girls were awarded bursaries: Year 2: Year 3: Year 4:

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The Tournament of Minds is a time-consuming tournament which consists of a long-term problem and a short-term problem. In our case, the short-term problem was in the form of a plastic object which looked like a fishing reel with different shapes around the rim and with which we had to use our imagination to state different things it could be used for. The tournament directors gave us a choice for our long-term problem. We chose to rewrite "The Play" by C.J. Dennis in the slang of Melbourne today. Once that was rewritten, we were required to act 'The Play' while the ghost of C.J. Dennis looked on. Six weeks was all that was allowed for the long-term problem, and many weekends were spent painting backdrops and properties and organising costumes as well as memorize 'The Play'. It was well worth it though, as the team worked together and gained sixth place out of the fifty teams entered. Thanks must go to Mrs. Lea-Wood and the parents for their support and the time they spent to enable us to achieve what we did. Thanks also to Mrs. Deller for her help with acting and improving 'The Play'. Emma Jackman (Captain) Year 9

Kate Spuring, Alison Evans, Erin Lyne, Amy Repp. Bronwen Evans Clare Matson, Zoe Asher, Elizabeth Viggers, Jaclyn Woolnough, Katie Bird, Simone Mitchell, Ruth Langford, Kate Armstrong, Megan Trim, Lisa Kerr. Fiona Nelson, Jan Halfacre, Natasha Lindros, Chloe Alsop, Janet Metcalf, Kelly O'Neill, Kim Oataway, Hope Madden, Melanie McRae, Catherine Lucas. Noni Korobka, Karen Zeegers, Amy Leen, Nicole Meadows, Jodi Johnstone, Katrina Mayall, Prue Waayers, Sarah Lamb, Janelle Eastwood, Claire Fowler, Jennifer Opie, Nerissa Kamp, Rachel Johnston, Danielle Christou, Claire Towart, Megan Ford.

LIST OF SCIENCE BURSARY WINNERS BY SCHOOL 3 PR $10 Evans B. Colour investigation 2 PR $20 Evans A. Looking at spider webs 2 PE $20 Low G. Emily and Squeak 4 PM $20 Michell S. The projector 6 PE $10 Nelson F. Cats starring magpie the cat 6 PR $20 O'Neill K. Flight

TOURNAMENT OF MINDS TEAM Standing: Katheryn Traczyk, Tanya Hall, Janine Facer. Sitting: Megan Ford, Noni Korohka. Nerissa Kamp, Emma Jackman

2 PG $10 Repp A. Take an Aussie walkabout

SOCIALS

Year 10 School with the Airforce!

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*Come With Me To.... A handful of forgotten treasure spills down from the top of the cupboard, mixed with the alluring dust that always accompanies such finds, musty, and tainted with memories. I clamber down from the ill-treated chair recruited for my escapade and kneel on the carpet, lingering dust alighting on my hair, in my nose. Long forgotten relatives meet my inquisitive fingers, and my eyes gaze wistfully at the fashions and manners of the past era. A smile plays with my lips as I read a faded, intricate inscription, "Ascot 1928". My mind wanders drearily... Elegant ebony binoculars are held before perfect, sculptured faces as a race is called. Women, draped on admiring arms, are seemingly oblivious of their men, instead flaunting and parading their beauty, a glass of effervescent champagne the finishing touch between their fingers. Severe dark bobs framing pale, painted features they eye one another, wary behind their porcelain masks, careful to maintain their poise. Men place bets and talk seriously, knowledgeably. In groups they leisurely smoke and surreptitiously check that wives, girlfriends, mistresses are still on the fine intangible lead they allow them. Comfortable in refined, quality suits they lord the stadium, unacknowledged masters of the turf. They have wealth and influence. Drifting fascinated past a window, I catch sight of myself, reflected in the sunstruck glass. Not only am I present physically, I have changed. Tall, reed-slim, dressed in soft, white chiffon, a white, bell-shaped hat covers my hair. Only a brief glimpse of white, powdered face and scarlet, bow lips is allowed before I am jostled, an ivory cigarette holder slipping from my slender fingers. Glancing down I find white-stockinged legs and classic, Louis-heeled shoes. Perfection. Suddenly I am visible and noticed. Women turn, eyes narrowing, cat-like, leaning protectively towards their men, gathering' up their tethers. Conversations faded to nothing, men look around with envy for my escort. Caught up in the silent furore. I act instinctively, allowing a distant smile to toy with my lips, not too friendly. There is a rush for my cigarette holder, a glass of champagne is pressed into my hand. I revel in the attention and stifle an inward giggle. But now I begin to exaggerate, the dream loses its shape and blurs at the edges. My eyes closed I clutch desperately at the elusive world as it merges into reality. Yet a pleasant residue is left and I open my eyes with a feeling verging on triumph. Dusty, creased photographs stare blankly up at me, a disordered collage on the floor. I hug my legs and rest my chin on my knees, the absurd image returning momentarily, then vanishing completely. I grin. Philippa Gardner

*Night Watch The smooth, gentle rocking of the ship lulled me into a subdued quiet. The silence of the deck was a relief after the noise of the cabins below. I looked out at the starkness of the night. The stars looked down on me, pitying my innocence and, my limited knowledge of the universe. The moon's light drifted lazily in wafting beams down into the ocean where it lay, glistening. I felt the chill of the late night sea breeze in my face, blowing my hair and pulling at my clothes. I turned my attention to the ship. Its majestic form floated evenly on the lapping ocean, and the light from the top of the crow's nest sent a sprinkle of brilliance down over the deck. If we had been closer to the shore, the ship would have seemed ghostly to the onlookers, moving, slowly, continuously onwards. We had been sailing for many months now and we were beginning to think of home, a warm bed, a family, but to this ship the sea was her home, her life. She came alive on these waters, sailing grandly from one port to the next, delivering her cargo of wheat and grains. This was her life and it had become mine too. A cold spray of water awakened me from my thoughts. My watch read 12:05 and I stood up thinking only of the two remaining hours of night watch. It was a lonely job, just me, alone in the night. I couldn't feel the mateship of my companions up here, all I felt were the stars, their glaring eyes focused on me, and the ocean, gurgling in subdued laughter at my presence. I walked towards the rail and grasped the old, worn wood in my hands. I wondered how the many other night watchmen had felt, standing there and looking out. Could they feel this presence, this feeling of being watched? I did not know. All I knew was the ocean, swirling in slow whirling pools in the night, and the stars, their superior stares and swarming masses. I felt alone and afraid but I was comforted by the knowing light of the moon. Marnie Carroll Yr 9Z

* Couch Potatoes Couch potatoes, otherwise known as square eyes, box heads or television addicts, are noted for their open-minded interest in television programmes. They will spend an entire day with their eyes 'glued' to the screen, only venturing from their chair during commercials and news breaks to feed and go to the bathroom. While watching, the couch potatoes are in a state of subconsciousness, they are so involved in the programmes that they do not see or hear anything else. Couch potatoes are relatively passive creatures, but if their vision to the screen is blocked or electrical appliances interfere with transmission they become very aggressive. Occasionally, a slight murmur will be heard from them if something extraordinary occurs on the set, but usually they are silent creatures. The expression on their face portrays their lack of emotion. The physical features of a couch potato are the open mouth, due to a loose bottom jaw, glassy eyes and, if they are sporty couch potatoes, bags beneath the eyes due to endless nights of tennis, cricket and golf. The brain of a couch potato is remarkable. Couch potatoes are unable to remember simple chores, like putting out the garbage, no matter how often they are reminded, yet many of them can recite entire movie scripts word for word. They also have the ability to piece together the disjoined sequences from any american 'soapie' and comprehend what has happened. They are extremely organized individuals. They stick to a set routine which is based on the television guide. Daylight savings has no effect on their behavioural cycle. Housework, which is minimal because they don't have time to create messy floors or dirty dishes, is completed during commercials. Couch potatoes feed on simple meals which are easily prepared. Some favourites are Baked Beans, sandwiches, jaffles, pizzas and noodles. They are also notorious for snacking. These snacks consist of chips, biscuits, hot beverages, chocolate and other lollies.Couch potatoes stay in shape by hurriedly completing tasks during the five minute commercial breaks and by participating in the aerobics that they view each morning. Without these couch potatoes, our community would be disadvantaged. They ensure that electricity workers, studio workers, television crews, door-to-door salespeople and food companies are kept in business. They also add to a better environment because they rarely venture from their homes so they don't use public transport or any other motor vehicle. Melanie Veal Year 1 1 *

*Autumn Poem The leaves crackle while being trodden on. Russet, orange, brown, and yellow leaves scattered like chicken feed. The wind is cold, icy and freezing. The sky is heavy, dull and changeable and dusky Over everyone like a huge dome. The roses are dying, the petals falling. Camellias are growing, looking like the only ones to survive.

* A Delusion Of Freedom The creak of the old wooden front door announced the entrance of Astrid to the very suburban street. Dressed in overalls and a withered straw hat, she made her way to the long, green, snake-like hose. She picked up the limp piece of rubber, slowly turned on the tap and then with full consciousness let it go. Watching it dance with an abstract lunacy, splurting its water in a frenzied lifelike madness. Astrid stood entranced, oblivious to its wetness, she watched and felt the freedom of the scene. The build up was forgotten for this aggressive orgasm overpowered any thoughts of the past. Now it was Astrid's time to be a part of it. Transforming was easy and soon she was part of this desired insanity. Dancing, screaming, the feeling was now an obsession. Astrid following the hose's movement, managing to soak her clothes with its wetness. She had forgotten every worry and all her tension had vanished, she was now herself. Then the rain from the hose stopped and the life was killed from the green rubber. Astrid slowly looked up at the hand stopping her freedom. Mrs. Lewis from next door had turned off the tap and looked at Astrid in anger for disruptng her confined, yet naturally unnatural life. Astrid was back in the suburban street. She fell to the wet grass beneath her and sobbed violently. By Gina Wittingslow *

* Anzacs I was forced out! Out to the no man's land. Good choice of name, No man should have to die in this way! Helpless! Bleeding to death! I died on those bloody fields! All in the name of bravery. What good is it to be brave When you're dead? Why die for your country When we lost the battle anyway? I suppose I was lucky Some lost legs. Some lost sight. But nobody escapes The painful memories. Memories of comrades dying, in pools of cooling blood. The feeling of helplessness. We couldn't save them. We were the lucky ones! We "escaped" this senseless blood bath.

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* Our Child? She was ours or So we thought. Love, care and tenderness Was all we gave. She was part of us We felt complete. Until That dreaded moment, When they took her away. All we felt was emptiness Never again would we see her smile The joy she had brought us was our lives Our great love for her she would never know We would never see her grow up. Emptiness was all we felt. A grazed knee would be bathed by someone else. Katrina Appleton Yr 11P

* Year 8 Camp - Grampians We were finally ready for take-off! Our Year 8 camp for 1989 was about to begin. However we were all quite apprehensive to step onto the minibus that would take us to live in the wildnerness for five whole days, but considering the icy weather "on top of the hill" we all agreed it couldn't be any worse. From the 17 to 21 April, we would be away from books, teachers and school, and that certainly lifted our spirits considerably. When we arrived at Zumsteins, a camping ground in the Grampians, we met up with the others that had come up on the earlier bus. Half of the first bus were already packed for the adventure of the camp; an over-night sleep-out in a cave. We were split into three groups and each group was assigned a leader. With the four teachers who came with us from school and the five helpers from the Outdoor Activity Group, we felt prepared for anything - well almost anything. The tents we were to live in went up without much trouble. The main threat was the kangaroos getting into our tents and raiding them. The activities that had been planned were approached with plenty of enthusiasm. These included absailing, rock climbing, canoeing, hiking, walking plus others. Carrying out these activities provided each group with some humorous results. The overnight sleep-out was fun, the only hitch was the walk there. On the way home, we were all pretty tired and crashed around the minibus in order to find a place to lie our heads. When we arrived back at school, we were tired and gladly dropped into our parents arms, our cars or our beloved beds in the boarding house. I bet most of us were waiting patiently for someone to ask "How was camp?" We would answer, "It was ??" Jodie Eales Year 8

* Eternity When I was young I ate soil Or so I'm told Grubbing in the garden amongst the hydrangeas Away from mother's diligent eyes. Brown globules, snails, petals - what did it matter? Self-service in an emporium of edibles. Later, a murky trail around carpet, chair legs, And the cat's tail... Now soil eats me Or so it seems Etching inside the cracks and wrinkles Sinking into a viscidity of fading vitality. I lie prostrate. Helpless. Bones to dust. Dirt to children's mouths...

* Departed I remember the pain, the heat and the rain down on Gallipoli's shores The bullets, the blood, the trenches in flood all down on Gallipoli's shores The cannon, the blasts, the memories that last from down on Gallipoli's shores Farewell to the bombs, the Turks and the Poms Farewell to Gallipoli's shores Kathryn Grundell Yr 9

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* Look up There! *

"Dad help me, please!" exclaimed Michael His dad replied, "Sorry son I can't do anything. Your mother's got the whip."

"Look over there, there's a cow," cried out Michael. "Mother, no... NO!!" "Oh Michael, do stop imagining that the clouds form things, " exclaimed his mother. "But it's so much fun. There are many things up there that the clouds form," he replied.

Gosh! I've been asleep for an hour, what a dream! I'm so glad mum doesn't whip me. I'd better do my English homework now, thought Michael to himself, so he went downstairs to where he had left his homework before, and sat down to do it.

"Go! Do your homework right now, instead," said his mother who was getting very annoyed.

"Michael you're doing your homework!" exclaimed his mother.

Michael took one more glance at his cow and walked over to the table and sat down. He looked at this homework. Maths again! Why does Miss Walters always give us work? It's just not fair!

"Yes, I've learnt my lesson," he replied

Michael finished his maths and decided to do his English homework after dinner. Then he went to help his mother set the table. While he did this he watched his little sister, Lucy play fondly with her brown teddy bear called Ernie. After a while mother told Lucy to wash her hands because dinner was going to be served soon.

"Oh, nothing," he answered.

Since it was still very light outside Michael went to the window after dinner to try to find something in the sky and he found one.

"You've what?" she asked.

Then he looks out of the window and thought to himself. I'll never day dream again. Suddenly he sees a rabbit in the sky. Look, a rabbit, he says to himself. Well, maybe I won't give it up just do all my homework first! Shu-Lin Lee Yr 7 * *

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"Look up there, it's a flying swan," yelled Michael.

who had come home before dinner and was now watching the news on the television. "No, dad but I'll do it later," replied Michael. "My boy if you have work to do, go and do it instead of day dreaming all day long," said his father.

There was a chook called Anna, Who swallowed a very large spanner, It got caught in her throat, Which caused her to bloat, That poor old chook called Anna. Julia Baker Yr.7S * * , •

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* The Three Wishes * Once upon a time there lived a middle aged, childless couple who fought over little things every so often. Over the years, their relationship deteriorated slightly, and Marilla always seemed to be nagging Fred. Marina was a strong, determined woman, while Fred was meek and always needed to rely on Marilla for a little push in life.

"It's alrigh Marilla. Those wishes didn't bring us our joy - we're better off without them," Fred replied as he dropped his spoon.

Now one day, Marilla got up and went into the kitchen of their small house to make breakfast. As she put the toast on the griller, she noticed that the few dollars in the money jar used strictly for Fred's lunch, was gone. "Fred!" Manilla screeched up the stairs. "You've spent all the money in our jar! Go to work and earn some more or you'll go hungry for the rest of the week."

Janet Lonsdale Year 8H

By and by, she packed an apple and a slice of cheese in Fred's lunch box and sent him off to Fords. It wasn't until mid-morning, when Fred was stripping down an old V8 engine, that he noticed a thin, golden french fry sitting in his tool kit. Impatiently he picked up the chip and was just about to throw it into the garbage compactor when he heard a tiny voice. "Help! Please don't chew me up - I'll give you three wishes if you put be down. Gently!" Fred couldn't believe that he heard this. He was the only person in the factory - everyone one else was at morning tea. He looked down at the soft yellow chip, which had now sprouted two legs. Fred's eyes popped out of his head, but, as a little boy he had heard the story of the three wishes over and over again, so he knew at to do. He said "French Fry, are you for real? Do you promise to give me three wishes?"

So that was the end of the story of the three wishes, and Marilla and Fred never fought again. The chip was never seen again, and the couple lived happily ever after.

* Tiger A tiger lies in the midst of the cage, His gold. and black stripes glazing in the morning sun Dteaming of a Jungle rage, Of years gone by when he was free. His eyes turn and glare through the bars, He sees two cubs, Innocently playing in the uncaged world. Then he stands with his head held high, He sees a large bird fly. Freedom, freedom, freedom, Goes through his mind, I'd swear I saw a tear in his eye. Kathryn Tryczyk, Yr 8C

"Anything at all," replied the chip, which had now whipped a pair of black sunglasses out of nowhere. Immediately Fred set down the fry, ran out of the factory and hopped into his dark blue Ford GL. When he got home, he told Marina his strange tale. Disbelievingly, she said "OK wiseguy, I wish I had a tub of margarine so I could make a - " suddenly she stopped and stared. There on the kitchen counter was a 500 gram container of Meadow Lea. "FRED!" Marilla screamed. "We're rich!" Fred replied rather shakily, "Marina, I think we should use this wisely. We should buy oh, I don't know, What do you think?" "Fred, I wish you weren't so darned indecisive! Why can't you make up your own mind for once?" Suddenly Fred turned a peculiar green colour and ordered Marilla to shut up, put on a coat and hop into the car. Marilla was very surprised - in all her 20 years of being married to Fred, she had never experienced this sort of behaviour from him. But she secretly smiled to herself and did as she was told. Two hours later, after a vigorous game of tennis (Fred's favourite sport), they were sitting in an expensive club restaurant. Marilla was starting to get agitated, partly because she hadn't had her say for quite a while, partly because she hated tennis, and partly because Fred had ordered her dinner without consulting her first. But it was Fred telling her she was a lousy cook that finally was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Fred, now you are being too bossy! I liked you better before, I wish you back to normal!" 56

* Smile Each time you smile You will find it's true, Somewhere, somebody will smile back at you. And nothing on earth could be more worthwhile that the loving and warmth of a beautiful smile! Olivia Millman, Yr 8M

* Cruel to be Kind The crisis that we are now faced with comes as a result of years and years of a so-called "baby boom". Although there are exceptions, on average, most human beings have at least five human lives to their credit. This has had a devastating effect on the world's population. Over the years these five human lives have produced more lives, these lives have produced more and so the chain continues. The over population of the earth is a problem that affects everyone and everything. Something needs to be done about it before it's too late. There have been many attempts to slow the growth of the human race, but unfortunately they have, to date, been unsuccessful. The first show of concern was back in the 1980's. Only one country took action and limited one child per two adults. This was marginally effective. Not everyone obeyed this law and enforcement was virtually impossible. Around the same time many of the then called "Third World" countries began increasing their populations at alarming rates. Families of nine and ten children were not uncommon. This trend has continued and as a result our current situation is dire. Today the earth cannot take any more abuse. The enormous amount of people trying to live is having horrific effects. Despite the fact that there is not enough food or water to go around, there are also no materials for clothing or housing. There is not sufficient health care or sanitation and in most areas the situation is deteriorating. The earth has been stripped of all its natural resources. In many countries the over population is so bad that people must sit in one place, unable to move, do anything, or go anywhere. There is simply not enough room. Once a week planes fly over these groups dropping grain to feed them and spraying water for them to drink and cleanse their skins. Nothing more can be done. The countries that provide these services have problems of their own to worry about. However, there may be hope for the future. The people living in the worst conditions will surely die soon. Until then, they are not producing any more children so the population is not increasing. Once all these people have died their bodies will eventually decompose and produce amazingly fertile soil. In years to come these soils will be the birth place of prolific vegetation. The earth may at last be regerminated and able to start a new life. This may sound slightly macabre, but that's humanity for you. You have to be cruel to be kind.

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* Men in War They move in lines to fight the foe, In the slush, the mud, no fear they show. It's for their country they're told to fight And uphold their spirit with all their might. The trenches are filled with almost hell, The stench, the rats, the bodies as well. But men must walk over this great mess, They cannot flinch. This is their test. And what if a comrade falls to doom? They cannot stop or stay in gloom. Fight on they must. Kill they're told, Always go on, be brave and bold. But these brave men weep deep within, To them they feel no one will win. They think of loved ones left behind, And wonder whether they'll see their kind. Suzanne Morrison Yr 9

Autumn * Kirsten Bishop Yr 1 1

The early morning mist envelopes the entire land, The gentle wind is whispering secrets to the trees. Lush greeness takes over the pale autumn flowers, Mudlarks happily twitter in the high, old trees. Suddenly the breeze rises and then falls sending the tanned leaves drifting to the ground. The soft scent of wilting flowers floats in the air And as I walk down the path, the constant chirp of a cricket sends a buzz through me. This is how I remember Autumn! Narelle Morland Yr 9Y

4 A Winter Beach Up, towards the grey sky flew the red-winged bird, climbing higher and higher. It struggles against the bitter wind. A voice cries, "Pull to the left!" The red-winged bird lunges with flapping wings which are barely audibl due to the sea. The bird flies high from side to side, looping circles, swooping over the excited children below. Screaming in laughter, they run for cover as the bird swoops, but too low. Into a billion damp sand particles, it smashes. "Watch out, here it comes again!" The children hit the gritty sand. The wind blown sturdy grass sways back and forth. It whispers only to ears which listen carefully. Its moist smooth stems thrust out of the sand where their roots lie deep. The tidal debris is caught between their rustic shoots, by the mild storm last night. Like mattered, wild hair, bits of driftwood, straws, feathers, shells and dry black coarse seaweed are entwined. They are unable to move amid the knotted confusion. Half abittle, with worn edges, lies within the jungle of grass. It is a reminder of man unable to escape the fate of nature, although weakening.

* Autumn at Morongo Autumn is a time when all Morongo Girls despair, For all on the Hill is cold, chilly and bare. Walking to their bus, is always a sad trail, Half bent with heavy bag is not their usual style. Their long and silky hair is blown into a mess, Chilly wind parts their kilts, something they detest. They arrive in their classrooms, freezing and so cold, They beg for heaters, and are told they're being bold. With faces blue and hands so numb, When asked to write an essay, their teachers think they are dumb, And so I come to Morongo's plea, For warmth they will bend down upon their knees. Diana Taylor Yr 9 * * * *

A brief spot of sun explodes onto the red-winged bird. It circles five times. "Fantastic! Do it again!" A dog watches the bird, eagerly awaiting its downfall. The grey puffy clouds again form over the bluish, grey-green sea. The sea, although always green, is so different when wearing its summer colours of turquoise and aqua. The wind strengthens and its bitter chill flows through the waving grass. A tingling shudder hits the children as they realise how crisp it is. They play - regardless. Across the ocean green is its edge, the horizon. It is distorted because of the dark clouds and pouring rain. Shadowing the sea, it moves slowly to the land. Threatening and powerful, it engulfs the unprotected land. However, following silently, a bright rainbow of coloured light beams, streaks across the sky. The pot of gold is hidden beneath the waves. The dog barks. The red-winged bird swoops and the rain begins to fall.

* The Wind The wind is like a silent heart, beating through the air. Making a pathway of a shadowy life, but not of great despair Although the wind can carry much anger, then suddenly scream out its rage. The wind can be placid, serene and tranquil, to leave a cool breeze to end the stage. Elisha McCallum Year 8 * * *

"Quickly! Everyone to the tree." Like a flock of sheep, they head for shelter. The once peaceful sea swirls and grows. It crashes down in anger as its white paws grasp for first place in an unwinable race. Over rocks, the foamy water smashes. The rocks erode gradually, but still unnoticeable to the eye. The fury of th sea is expressed in no words, but one is still able to hear its anger. Smashing against the salty rocks, the sea breaks into a thousand shattered white marbled glass pieces, upwards, into the air. The white rippled pulses across the sea, rock up and down to the beach where they swerve and swell towards dry land. As soon as it begins to stop raining the rough, choppy sea ceases. "The red-winged bird again took flight, high in the air. "Wow, look at it go!" a child screamed. There it hovered in the winter sky, over the unpredictable sea. * * * * Ilsa Kuiper 58

Year 12

Lucernian Prize Winners Year 7 and 8 Olivia Millman Lucernian Prize Winner Shu-Lin Lee Lucernian Prize Winner Year 9 Narelle Morland Lucernian Prize Winner Sally Spiteri Lucernian Prize Winner Year 10 Sandra Petty Lucernian Prize Winner Bianca Cranwell Lucernian Prize Winner Year 1 I and 12 Philippa Gardner Lucernian Prize Winner Gina Whittingslow Lucernian Prize Winner Birget Waschka Lucernian Prize Winner

* The Disabled have a lot to give I sit in a room; a solitary tear lolls in the corner of my eye. Pulled across my mind is a thick, black, heavy curtain - I will myself not to think, not to remember. I stare at the floor -that cold, grey, uninviting lino - from now on it is my life. All my life stands for, and means to me is there for anyone to trample on. I am experiencing living death - my body is dead but my mind is still alive. Two weeks ago I was a normal teenager! I lived in a normal house with normal parents - living a normal life. Now I am a disabled freak in a wheelchair. And I can't handle it. They think I'm psycho - no one's said anything but 1 can tell. I can tell by the way they act, the way they speak to me -as if I'm mentally retarded as well. My thoughts, feelings and emotions are different to the ones I used to have. I heard Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" on the radio yesterday and I didn't cry once. That's how impassive I've become.

I read again what I wrote on that Tuesday ever-so-long-ago. It feels like an eternity has passed since then. I am still in the hospital but I'm happy. I've made friends with people that I would never have dreamed about meeting before my accident. People with disabilities, deformities - things I was once blind to, until my eyes were rudely jerked open one day last summer. All the people here have something in common - they have a will to live that is so strong it is indestructible, and they all have something to give. My friends have taught me about love -not the superficial love I was used to - no, that beautiful, powerful, spiritual love that knows no limits, has no exceptions. And they taught me to accept life for what it is - take one day at a time. But most importantly they taught me to accept myself -because me, the real me is encased in this body. They gave me love and support and guidance. I realise now that it doesn't matter what is on the outside whether a person is in a wheelchair or is deformed - the important part is who they are on the inside.

There was a deep hum of power, a shuddering vibration and the cliff-face behind them began to divide itself. A long, horizontal line appeared, widened into a gap, widened still more until it was a door. Beyond the door a brightly lit tunnel sloped downwards. Robots came out of the tunnel. There were dozens of them, massive black figures moving on a hovercraft base. They looked like giant metal chessmen. The sculpted metal heads were a brutal version of the human face. and articulated metal arms held a variety of energy weapons. They glided into a semicircle, surrounding the three spacemen. "Soldier robots?" whispered Kyron. "I thought they were forbidden?" Markos was surprised but not alarmed. Robots weren't dangerous. They couldn't be. One simple directive was built into every robot brain. No robot must ever harm a human being. Markos spread his tentacles in the universal galactic sign for peace and spoke to the nearest robot "Why has my ship been forced down?" The robot made no reply. "Probably not speech programmed," said Harrak. He went up to the robot and thumped it on the chest with his huge gauntleted hand. "Listen to me, we want to see your ruler." A voice said quietly, "I rule here". Another robot appeared from the tunnel. It was very different from the others, tall and completely humanoid in shape, its smooth gleaming body made of burnished golden metal. The metal face was human too, with the stylised beauty of an ancient statue. The golden robot seemed to resemble a human masked in gold. The huge eyes were crystals of glowing red. The soldier robots drew back respectfully as the golden figure walked towards the three spacemen. Harrak wasn't impressed. "Listen, you're just in charge of this work team. We want to talk to someone human". The golden robot's voice was deep and mellow. "I rule here,- it repeated. "I am Mask marauder".

My life may never be as "normal" as it once was but I Have a Dream. A dream to enlighten others about us 'the Disabled' and to free us from prejudice. We have a lot to give if only given the chance. Vanessa Keleher Yr 1 IC

* The Mask Three figures in silvery plasti-armour moved cautiously down the ship's ramp. The freighter had landed close up against a cliffface, in a rockey valley fringed by low, jagged mountains. The air was thin and chilly, and a distant wind moaned eerily. Banks of thick white mist swirled and drifted across the barren landscape, sometimes clearing, sometimes closing in again. Markos looked at Kryon, who was carrying a portable energydetector. "Anything?" "The energy source is directly below us, sir, somewhere in the centre of the a stroid. I still say it could be a magnetic core."

Harrak was outraged. He was one of those humanoids who tended to look down on robots, seeing them as necessary evils. What's more, Harrak liked a robot to look like a robot. This golden figure with its uncannily human appearance filled him with hatred and fear. "Get out of my way", he growled, and thrust his way past the tall robot, heading for the tunnel entrance. The nearest solider robot swung around covering him with its weapon. Markos shouted. "Harrak, no!" He sprung forward in a spiderlike leap, meaning to pull his engineer back. But the movement took him directly into the path of the robot's gun. A savage energy-blast smashed through his armour and slammed him to the ground. Kyron and Harrak stcod very still. "His death was unnecessary", said Mask marauder in that same calm voice. "But your own folly was the cause. Obey, and you will be given the opportunity to live and serve The Mask." Bianca Cra LAW C 11 Year 10 59

* My Perfect World 'Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, touch the ground, Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear turn around, Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear say your prayers, Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear climb the stairs Voices rang out faster, faster, faster as feet thudded the pavement. Three children, one without sight, whirled amidst flying hair and skirts as the rope whipped around their ankles. Panting in delight their young calls could be heard along Jamieson Street, intermittently broken by screeching cars or calling mothers. The rope twisted on and on through the day entangling sweet memories in the minds of its users. A round dish of light spread over her brow, spattered with flecks of blood that the surgeon's gloved hands had spread. Her eyes, white spheres, were probed by delicate instruments. The sight of this child was being searched for. Black lenses craning over her, magnified the pools of colour that had never beheld the wonders of the world. The sun, trees, stars... Feet tangled the rope and a minor squabble broke out as to who had 'tripped up first!' Their raised voices were mirrored by furrowed brows as heated, childish anger swept through the game. The child without sight voiced her opinions strongly. She sidled up to an older girl who stood with arms crossed, exhibiting the power of infinite knowledge at eleven yars of age. Tinkling music from the next street quickly settled the tiff as the street deserted and mother's purses were gleaned for coins. Cool, sweet icecream beckoned the hoardes of children. Three to four across, they rounded the corner, straining to reach the van's painted sides. Then it was very quiet, as cones were devoured and angers soothed. Thick bandages pressed tightly on her skull as beneath, her eyes roamed. Stitched with black thread, the lids fluttered painfully, while her mind broadened, trying to imagine all that she had never seen.... trying to anticipate all that is for the seeing. An end to one existence and the beginning of another. The rope swept mud and leaves and blossoms as it wound on and on. Friends were made and lost in weekly succession and quarrels were begun and finished. Now she sat on the front steps of her house and gazed longingly at the children in front of her. Her eyes searched their faces for recognition, acceptance, friendship. Quick to forget, old playmates had left and strangers taken their place. Two years was too long to remember the girl who had once cried, fought and loved with them all. She had 'gone away for a long time...' they said, an eternity in child terms. Going into the house she returned with a bundle in her arms. The children's voices ran out along the street as they played together.... and still the rope twisted on and on. She reached the gate of her house and stepped out onto the pavement. With bandaged eyes she struggled to find what she thought she had found her perfect world. Kristie Eales Year 11C

* Thoughts of Silence Luminous colours flash before my eyes. I am able to see the lush greeness of the leaves on the willows in summer, but I am unable to hear the kookaburra's laughter. Whenever the world is too loud for me, I listen to my thoughts in silence. As I sit on the riverbank, contemplating my life, I am able to take in the crisp eucalyptus smell of the leaves from the gum trees, and see the harsh dryness of the branches as they fall to the ground, yet I am unable to hear the crackling they make on their journey to death. The river before me flows with serenity, being disturbed only by the occasional jumping fish, or twig that has been carelessly tossed in. The murky brown colour of the water somehow manages to look cool and refreshing compared with the muggy heat that has surrounded by thought patterns. The reeds that line the banks with colours of yellow and pale green are a stark contrast against the depths of the unknown. The swishing noise of the water flowing through the reeds is too loud for me as I sit and think, so I switch off the world around me, and listen to my thoughts in silence. The hum of the speedboat approaching along the winding river is not enough to distract my thoughts. It is as though even this man-made noise has succumbed to my overbearing thoughts. As the boat reaches me, I am able to comprehend the sound of the waterskies slapping against the glassy, undisturbed waterway, but I am unable to actually hear it. The laughter of the children playing in the shallows nearby, and the criews of pain as one is caught on a dangling fishing line, are able to be comprehended only because of the vivid detail of the facial expression. The look of fear and anguish is easily recognized. As I sit on the river bank, I can see all of this, but hear nothing as I listen to my thoughts in silence. What are my thoughts? I think of nothing but a world of silence and peace. I think of what the world would be like if everyone could sit on a riverbank and think of silence. The world would be a place free of nuclear war, and the children would be able to frolic and giggle in the shallows for ever and ever. Cathy Robinson Year 12

* The Final Race "All crews, are you ready? - row!" We sat at the start watching the crews race down the river. The referee called the next race to the line. Nervously we waited at the start as we were the final race - the First Fours Final. The banks of the river were full of supporters waiting in anticipation for their own crews to row down in front of them. As soon as a boat came into sight, the cheering would start with people yelling and screaming to urge on their crews. It had been a strenuous day and now we had made it to the final. Earlier in the morning we had rowed two other races and we were all starting to feel the effects. Blisters had appeared on the top of our already calloused palms. Our legs had begun to ache and we were all feeling physically as well as mentally drained. I turned around to look at Sarah; the beads of sweat hung across her forehead and her nose was sunburnt. George started to get aggravated. I could feel the boat jerk as she slid her seat up and down the slide. She started dragging her oar onto the water making pools on the mirror-like surface. She was beginning to get bored. She was ready to race and we all felt the same - we wished that the race would begin. Louise sat in front of me, her head resting on her knees. I noticed the tightly braced muscles across her shoulders and the way her calves had developed. She did not move, but sat with her hands clasped around her legs staring across the river. She was tense and nervous - this was our last race and we had to win. I thought about this race and what it meant to us. We had already beaten eight crews to get into the final. All we had to do now was to beat another two crews, and then we would be able to claim the title of the best schoolgirls crew in Victoria. I remembered all of the training nights on this same stretch of the river and the preparation we had done during the summer vacation. We had devoted our life to rowing and concentrated totally on being the best. The time had finally arrived for us to prove ouselves. The starter called us to the line. "Coxswains, my start will be All crews, are you ready? - If there is no response from the coxswain by raising her hand I shall say - Row!" The crews settled quickly in their correct lanes, everyone sensing the importance of this race. The starter raised his hand, "All crews are you ready? - Row!" Instantly Louise set the rhythm and we all fell into our set pattern. Together we pushed our legs down and the boat slid swifty through the water. For a brief moment I looked out of the boat to see where we were in relation to the other crews. Second! We were second. We had to be first! Louise started to pick up the rating - we had to pass the leading crew. Gradually, stroke by stroke, we caught up to them. We rowed along side the crew for a few hundred metres and then started to pull away from them. We were leading!

Now all we had to do was stay in front. We reached the bridge and knew that we had five hundred metres to go. This was the toughest part of the race. Our legs were aching and our breathing was irregular. We could hear people cheering and as we got closer to the finish line, the shouting became clearer. They were barracking for us! Instantly the pain disappeared and we pushed our legs down harder, determined to win and be the best crew in Victoria. The bell rang - the race was over, and we were the champions! But what would we do now? Kate Fewster Year 12

*The Endless Battle Dim, dark, dank, decrepit - my surroundings precisely. I live in a matchbox. I lead a life of monotony, bound by intangible ropes, and unseen by any outsiders. I am without care, neglected shamefully by those who are meant to be my parents. Parents is what they were; for a few years they loved me, but I became a problem, an unrequired burden, so they locked me up - they didn't throw away the key. They kept it and looked in on me occasionally. Mine is a battle to survive; a battle to keep from being bitter: one almost impossible. I seem to dwell on an edge - teetering - waiting for something to spill over the edge, as running water cascades over a cliff-face. But I cannot imagine that this spill will be beautiful. I try to shut out thoughts of anything bad that may happen and concentrate on all the good aspects of my world. I find myself slipping into a world of make believe as there is only minimal good in my life. I dream of being loved, of someone really caring for me. I know what it is like to be loved, as I was before I was thrown away like a doll someone has grown out of. And I think that is worse - to know what might have been; to know what other children have. I have tried several times to escape, but always a keeper has been waiting for me; watching. I've discovered that it is easier to be given a bowl of porridge every day for staying than a thrashing and no food. So I sit and imagine. I build my castles in the sky: my fantasies. My life is insecure. I know that. Lying curled up in a corner, shivering with fear is not secure. All I can do is remember security; recall the days when my mother was available to lean on. I try to think of myself with children, but everything is a blur. I'm beginning to feel that maybe children are just toys. Maybe all parents discard children as a dirty cloth. But then I remember the good times and try so desperately to work it all out. I can't So I sit here, puzzled. A war is raging inside me. Is love only temporary? Everytime I feel that I've nearly solved this baffling mystery, something new appears on the surface and I'm thrown back into bewilderment. I'm sure life wasn't meant to be as difficult as this. I'm sure that the God my mother used to talk about didn't mean me to not have the privilege of a shower. I'm sure He knew something of love. I just wish someone would help me. I wish someone could end my battle. Chloe Plumridge Yr 10B 61

* The Day Before Yesterday Yesterday began in much the same way as today. The sun rose slowly in the eastern sky, the darkness of midnight began to fade, nature and traffic alike came alive and sunlight filtered warmly through closed blinds. My alarm went off, blasting the stillness of my room and jolting my body into consciousness. I stiffened, relaxed, then groaned. Another day, another morning, too soon. With my eyes still closed, I crawled out of bed and hit the cold floor boards. Thus began the morning ritual of having a shower, waking up, getting dressed, having breakfast. Half dressed, I ran around the house yelling "Socks, socks, anyone seen some clean socks." Shouts of "Mum, did you buy any Weaties?" "Honey, is my blue shirt ironed?" "Tea will be late tonight everyone, I'm paying back my flexitime," filled the house with its pre work/school frenzy. I sat down at the kitchen bench and began to shovel in my cereal. Dad spread out his newspaper beside me and we munched in harmony. "You in the office all day Dad?" I asked. "Yes, could even be home early, would you like me to pick you up?"

* What A Life! The dark sidestreet was empty, except for' a starving human shivering from the unwanted gust of wind. His old, wrinkled face was pale, obviously malnourished and his scraggly, brown hair housed thousands of tiny, unwanted bugs. He provided a home for many others, yet he didn't have a home for himself: Every day he would walk the streets until about six o'clock when the sun would go down, then he returned to the ugly sidestreet in King's Cross. The only clothes covering the tall, but limp body, were a pair of scraggly faded jeans and a filthy green tee shirt. The only item of clothing to remind himself of his "teen" years, was a dilapidated overcoat, which he placed on the ground to make a soft surface for him to sit on. In his left hand he held a brown paper bag which surrounded a half-full bottle of wine, which he drank to give him the only sense of happiness. On his feet he wore a pair of moccasins, with holes where his toes would feel the cold. Wherever he walked, they made abrasions on his feet, because of their worn soles. An old, grey woollen blanket kept him warm at night, when there were strong winds and on rainy nights it helped to protect him from the rain. Nobody ever walked in the old street, nor did anybody ever say hello to him during the day. Yet, he suited the surroundings and the surroundings suited him. He lived every day as it came, but one day, soon, he would die. He knew it would happen. In one way he would be sad to end his life, but in another he would be happy that his suffering and loneliness would end. Yr 10B Natalie Strijder

"'S okay Dad, I'm going shopping tonight, I have to find a dress for graduation." I couldn't help but smile and Dad just laughed, he understood. "Don't worry about the price honey, your Mum and I will work something out, just find something you love. You'll look beautiful in anything anyway, - you'll knock Dean dead," he added slyly. I grinned. "I think you're a little biased but I'm glad somebody thinks so." I was happy and he knew it "Even if they're nearly fifty and your father." We both laughed then and Dad kissed me and left. "Happy hunting," he yelled through the door. It was morning that began like any other and continued like any other. Frenzy and companionship in the morning, hard slog during the day. It began like any other but ended in a way I will remember all of my life. When I got home that night my father was dead. He had a heart attack on the living room floor at approximately five o'clock. Last night was a nightmare, the beginning of something I can't fully understand yet. One thing is clear though, for me, there was no day before yesterday - it was another world.

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* Victorian Tea Party The young lady sat, delicately poised on a velvet chair. She reached politely to take a piece of Victorian bun from the fine china plate. She daintily sipped her lemon tea, and spoke quietly to her friend who was sitting beside her. They were both wellspoken and educated young ladies, dressed superbly for the occasion in long, flowing, satin gowns and finely crocheted lace gloves. They seemed to greatly enjoy each other's company and they looked happily and inquisitively at all the other ladies in their pale, delicately coloured gowns.

Alisa McVean Yr 12. * S. Spiteri Yr 9 * 62

I Could Never Go Back There

* Snails Snails slither and slip around, And leave a big white trail, They have their own private house, Upon their slimy back. Snails are slow and boring, They take a long time, To get here and there, But they look so cosy and happy. Cassie Stephens Yr 8M

* Nature's Way The old man gazed into the night, To the lone survivor upon the hill, Round the tree gleamed pale moonlight, Forming an outline dark could not fill. The wind caressed its outstretched hands. Gently whispered in a waiting ear, Speaking of spirits and faraway lands, Murmuring softly the time was near. And the age old limbs raised up to the sky, Gnarled and bent, yet still proud and strong, Just sagged a little and breathed a sigh, Under the weight they had borne so long. The old man thought of his youthful days, When birds in the sapling nested, It provided shade from the sun's harsh rays, And under strong boughs sheep rested. Leaving the dwarf of mere man to shame, Defiant and strong 'gainst the winter bleak, Little knowing that time can maim, That age will render all things weak.

Every Friday was market day in the centre of Sao Paulo. Mum and I would buy our groceries there, because it was cheap and the quality was far better than in the supermarket. The Rua Paulista would be blocked off to all traffic, and stands of fruit, vegetables, toiletTies and even garments appeared. Fruiterers and other stand owners would attempt to sell their produces noisily. I enjoyed watching people bargain using loud voices and making agitated gestures. After a volatile discussion over the price of a watermelon, the customer usually walked away with the better deal. On our way, we would see the sums on our left and right. At first they horrified me, with their dirty children playing in the streets and their poverty stricken huts of metalsheet and cardboard. But, after driving past them nearly every day, they just made me sad. I knew that even in ten years' time nothing would have changed. One day, however, I noticed a little boy, no older than seven or eight, steal a packet of felt-tipped pens. He probably needed them for school, but perhaps his parents were unable to afford them. He was spotted by the stand's owner, who immediately yelled for help. The child tried desperately to escape but his way was blocked by five grown men. These wasted no time in punching into him with all their strength. A woman standing next to me cried out aloud, but her cries were no match for the child's agonized screams. They stunned all the people in the market square, who stood in silence merely watching. No one moved to help him. They kept punching and kicking hm and I can still recall the sounds which filled my dreams for several nights thereafter. When he finally hung limp and worn out in the mens' hands, they dumped his lifeless body on the filthy ground and backed away, laughing. In a matter of seconds they had disgracefully murdered that black little boy with the big, black, frightened eyes. And still no one dared to move, each one of us absorbing the terrible scene which had just been enacted before us. Mum started to sob violently, but I was in shock and felt faintness and nausea welling up in me. When we left it was forever, never to return.

Present returned with a mighty blast, Tears in torrents fell from high, Blinding light on earth was cast, Then darkness blended land with sky.

I am now certain that those men were never prosecuted and that not many tears were shed for that child. In the political and social disorder of Brazil crimes like these occur quite frequently. They are very much hidden from the tourists' eyes, who only see the beauty of the country, because that is what they want to see.

Next morn sun rose above house and hill, Nature welcomed the new born day, Yet the old man on his bed rested still, And the tree in the green grass lay.

I had lived in Sao Paulo for five years and had seen and heard of disgusting and criminal incidences, far worse than the one mentioned above.

* Julie Lightfoot

* B. Waschka Year 12 63

* The Devil in Me The intricate lace tablecloth lay on the table. The sterling silver cutlery beamed with life. The crystal wine glasses caught the burning candle light, forming a spectrum of colour, while the arrangement of roses stood ready. In the kitchen the succulent aroma of roast pork was filtering through the oven door as the freshly prepared crayfish patiently waited to be served. The door bell had buzzed and the guests were arriving. As a six year old I was to be in bed within a hour. It was then that my devilish instincts took over. "Hello sweetheart, goodness me! You never stop growing!' These were long lost friends of my mother who greeted me with a chocolate frog and mum with a whole box of peppermint creams. "Why do I only get a frog when mum gets a box of chocolates?" I asked myself in protest. Busily I collected bunches of flowers and bottle of champagne as other guest arrived. I then obligingly passed around the pre-dinner nibbles, and I was told to say goodnight. Before long I was safely tucked up in bed (or at least that's what they thought!) and slowly I was dreaming off to sleep. My mind was now busy at work. I was trying to figure out just how I could sample the food in the kitchen, particularly the crayfish. After all, I had been fed canned spaghetti on toast two hours ago, and I was hungry. I decided I would plan to creep into the kitchen and I would eat one crayfish leg. This was wonderful in theory, but putting it into practice was a different matter. It was now time to put my plan into action. I slowly moved out into the kitchen. As I stood on the cold kitchen tiled floor, I continued on with my plan. I snapped one crayfish leg open, and I sucked the juicy meat from within the shell. One leg didn't seem enough, so I ate another, and another and another. Without realising it I had demolished a whole plate of crayfish legs. Quite contented, I headed back to bed. On my return, the consequences of my deed suddenly dawned upon me. I had eaten every single crayfish leg! I put my brain into first gear, and I darted out to the kitchen. I Came to the conclusion that no one would notice if I could somehow stick the legs back together. After careful consideration, I found the cellotape and I methodically reassembled the legs. Innocently I escaped the scene, and I could now have a sound night's sleep. I was in bed looking at the ceiling listening to the chatter of guests as the clunking of chairs indicated the commencement of dinner. Peace reigned for sometime, until I decided my life was no longer worth living. After peals of laughter from the dining room, a very firm spoken and furious mother marched into my room, and what followed I'd rather forget! At the conclusion of dinner the once organised kitchen was confused, with a mound of dishes and a plate of fully-assembled meatless crayfish legs! The day after was a day when I became very unpopular, but the days that followed were to be full of laughter and hysteria as the story of "Natalie and the crayfish legs" echoed around our family. To this very day we will still have a laugh about it, while I wonder whether I still have that same devil in me! Natalie Morrison Yr I I C * *

* In Retrospect The shadows lengthened and the air became cool. Another day was ending. The thought slowly entered my mind that I should leave: afterall they were probably looking for me. I dragged my eyes away from the roaring ocean in front of me and studied my watch, holding it towards the few rays of sun on the horizon. Not yet, I convinced myself. I mean, it's not that late. If they want me they can come and get me. It's so peaceful. I couldn't go back there now. I could feel their mock sympathetic looks bearing down on me. No thanks, they can keep their fake friendliness for the minister on Sundays. They'll want explanations. They'll sit me down in the kitchen and 'talk' with me, or as it usually turns out, at me. My mind was racing away. I clenched my fists in anger as I thought about it. 'It' being my situation. I had come home from school, dumped my bag in the hallway spilling books, paper and pencils everywhere. I entered the kitchen expecting the usual sight, cats and mess. Instead, the kitchen was immaculate, my parents sat around the table sipping tea nervously as the cats cried at the door. I stopped, obviously there was something wrong. Dad had never been home this early before and the last time the kitchen was this tidy were the weeks I had off school with the measles. "Good day at school dear?" asked Mum. "Sure," I knew I sounded nervous as I reached inside the fridge for a bottle of Coke. "I've made you some tea, Diane." That was the last straw. The last time they let me drink tea was a New Year's Eve when they were so drunk they didn't even remember their own names. "OK, what's going on?" I demanded. They started to explain. Staring and stopping. I sat there like a block of marble. Their words drifted over me. My mouth gaped open and I could feel the colour draining from my face. Stunned, I looked at both of them staring into the brown liquid in their tea cups. I leaped from my chair, sending it flying and flung my cup at the wall and watched the contents staining the rose-printed wall paper. I ran screaming into my bedroom, where I threw my china, books, clothes, radio, everything that wasn't nailed down, around the room. I wasn't crying, just furious. "I won't go," I screamed until I could scream no more. I wouldn't go to boarding school. They were going to live in England and leave me in an institution. They didn't care. I fled the house. By now I was choking back the tears. I won't let them hear me crying. They just want to hurt me. They called my name as I ran. I looked back at them standing at the door. Mum was crying. * Caroline Millard, 10M

* The Mask The sun was rising over a dull, green sea, its warming rays barely penetrating the thick grey clouds. From the dunes where I stood, I looked along the damp shoreline. A lone figure sat on the beach, scanning the horizon, listening to the pounding waves and the sad cries of the gulls. Oceana Amery often sat on the beach by herself. She had beautiful eyes that were bluer and deeper than the deepest sea, and her hair was long, flowing and sunbleached. She also had a twin brother, Nich, who had disappeared on a clear summers day about a year ago. Oceana was the last person to see him, swimming near the beach. She had believed ever since that he would return, long after all her friends gave up hope and advised her to let go, Nich wouldn't come back now. Oceana isolated herself from her friends and returned to the beach each day, gazing at the waves as they broke, expecting to see Nich by the sea wall with his surfboard.

Like the sun rising over a brilliant blue sea, on a new and perfect day, a warm smile slowly crept over Oce's face. "Race you over the dunes," she challenged, her character was coming back. Oce's mask had finally lifted. Sandra Petty Yr 10G * * *

Oceana seldom spoke, and would often walk off alone for hours, sometimes days, yet nobody would question her. Her face showed no particular expression - it was like a painting - hauntingly beautiful, not dull, but no longer laughing or happy, her expression always the same. Oceana and Nich had been close, without her brother, Oce4na seemed lost and lonely. As I walked along the beach, a cold breeze ruffled my hair, and the salty air stung my face. I sat down next to Oceana; she didn't move. "Hey Oce". I said, notifying her of my presence, not expecting a reply. Her eyes shifted to me for a second, then fixed back on the horizon. Oce looked cold. Judging from the state of her hair, she'd been out all night. I put my jacket around her shoulders. She nodded appreciately. After a while, I began to feel the cold, so I started getting up to leave. "Please don't go," Oce pleaded softly. This was the first time she'd spoken to me for almost a year, so I agreed to stay. "You been here all night?" I asked. Oce nodded slowly. For the first time, I noticed she'd been crying. "Nich's not coming back," whispered Oce in a husky voice. "I guess I've known that for ages." I sat with Oce for another hour, hugging my knees, lost for words and freezing cold. Oce picked up a beautiful shell and rolled it around in her palms. It was unusual, and had been Nich's favourite, I'd seen it at their house many times before. Oce stood up, and threw it as far as she could. I watched as it hit the water and floated briefly, then it was gone, washed under by a wave.

The stillness of the atmosphere on a cold and wintry night, lay my cute chubby baby dear sleeping in its blankets tight. As the child lay motionless in the safety of its cot. Outside, a cry of the cat echoed from the darkness, the infant stirred but not a lot. The brushing of the leaves on the window, and the creaking of our shattering roof. I can't stand the thought of being a widow, I love her so much I'll give her proof. I'll climb all mountains, just for her I'll give her my precious remains, and that's the love of her mother. x, Berilyn Bernicke Yr 8H * * -5

JEAN SUTHERLAND I have come to share with you some of the memories of the one we mourn today, one who has been my friend for more than 50 years. Jean Sutherland was a Master of Science with 1st. class honours at Melbourne. That speaks for itself. She was a demonstrator at her university for some years but she decided to share her knowledge with others, so I was pleased to welcome her to Adelaide P.L.C. now Seymour College, as Science Mistress. She had a great affection for those Adelaide girls and had been able to keep in touch with many through the Melbourne branch of that College. One of those girls is here today both as a friend and as a representative of the Melbourne Branch. When war ended Miss Sutherland returned to her home state and I was happy to welcome her to Morongo. Very soon she became head of staff. Her long association with Morongo -33 years- was interrupted when she took a year's leave to teach and gain further experience in a Welsh Boarding School, situated in England. Over the years I have appointed many members of Staff, but none more able than Jean Sutherland. In spite of her ability she was rather diffident, even humble, though I do not believe that this was always recognised. Morongo owes a great deal of gratitude to her. The successes of her pupils testify to the sound training at her hands. The immediate response of one of her girls, on hearing of her death, would, I am sure, be echoed by many others,"If it were not for Miss Sutherland I would certainly not have the position I now hold!" Jean Sutherland possessed an inquiring mind. She had a keen sense of humour and a ready wit. I must confess that this caused many to be afraid of her until they came to know her better, and realist how human she was. She never stopped leaming,taking up the Italian language and continuing after her retirement. She had a wide knowledge, amazing us with the extent of this. The computer is so much a part of our world today that she felt she must find out all about it , so she was planning to take a course to explore its mysteries..the enquiring mind at work ! She read widely, she loved the theatre, particularly the ballet and she rarely missed a performance. She broadened her mind with travel, visiting England several times as well as other unusual places.

And so life flowed along smoothly.I am sure she looked back on her years spent with her two close friends Phyllis Evans and Edith Leigh as the happiest time in her life. The three lived tranquilly at No 10 Buckland Avenue enjoying the company of many friends who called on them. Jean's particular responsibility in the household was the garden, which gave her great joy though maybe some stiff muscles. She certainly was NOT domesticated. This side was left to much more capable hands, but when much later she was thrown on her own resources, she rose to the occasion very quickly. I well remember her simple pride and amusement, for she could laugh at herself, when she produced her first cake - a banana cake. I can imagine the scientific precision she brought to its preparation. The three friends took full part in the life of the community. Members of the Commonwealth Society and the Victoria League with us today certainly appreciated their great interest. And then came sadness. The tranquility of their lives was shattered, first by the illness of Edith Leigh and later by the illness and death of Phyllis Evans. Jean had a strange attitude to illness especially of her own, dismissing it lightly even impatiently, but she revealed deep compassion for the suffering of her two friends. And so over the past few years she devoted her life to caring for them both. The death of Phyllis Evans was a great grief to her, but she refused to be overwhelmed by this loss, disciplining herself to think rather of the happy years they had spent together. Jean carried on her self sacrificing work for Edith Leigh, visiting her three or four times each week, giving her encouragement and practical help. This was not easy, not being a driver, she had to rely on public transport to reach the Newcomb Nursing Home, though good friends with cars frequently came to the rescue. And so she spent the afternoon of her last day on earth with Edith and next day she quietly slipped away. A shock ! Yes, a VERY GREAT shock to those she leaves behind, but how merciful for her! Those who knew her well realize that she would never have grown reconciled to the life of an invalid. She will be sadly missed. What will be our memories of her ? Will they be of her special gifts, of her very successful career, or her brilliant mind? My belief is that she will be remembered rather by her humanity, her self sacrificing devotion and loyalty to those she loved. Extract from Eulogy given by Miss Lucy Shaw.

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1989

MORONGO OLD COLLEGIANS' ASSOCIATION Office Bearers 1989 President - Joy Rau (Strong) Vice President - Shirley Gordon (Piper) Junior Vice President - Ann Waayers (Jarman) Honorary Secretary - Jeanette Bell (Shrimpton) Assistant Secretary - Vanessa McCracken (Nelson) Assistant Treasurer - Di Butler (Deans) Address Recorder - Jenny Battye (Miles) Publicity Officer - Vanessa McCracken (Nelson)

Melbourne President - Nola Mason (Miller) Secretary/Treasurer - Sandra Oriander (Stevens)

Wimmera President - Claire McKenry (Potter) Secretary/Treasurer - Ida Bourke (Brewster)

Western District President - Pene McLeod (Brien) Secretary/Treasurer - Jeanette Brennan (McGregor)

Goulbourn Valley President - Eleanor Gibb Vice President - Leigh Grant (Hamilton) Vice President - Geraldine Gill (Vincent) Secretary - Jeanette Newson (Thom) Treasurer - Gwen Jenson (Bradshaw)

South Australia President - Sonya Stewart (Cameron) Secretary - Glenda Dandy (Spalding) Treasurer - Jeanette Drake (Walker)

* MARRIAGES (1981) Fiona Ramsay to Andrew Phillips (1979) Sonja Worland to Cameron Henderson (1975) Tina Cooke to Greg Evans (1974) Kerry Rau to Robert Farrell (1955) Margaret Ilett-Anderson to Ronald McConachy (1978) Dianne Bell to Nigel O'Shea (1977) Melinda Bell to Andrew Kininmonth (1982) Megan Shrimpton to Stephen Hart (1982) Michelle Spargo to Raymond Scott (1984) Nola Bufton to Simon Severn

* BIRTHS (68) Mr & Mrs P. Byrnes (Christine Oughtred) - a daughter (68) Mr & Mrs D. LeCerf (Suzanne Cooke) - a daughter (71) Mr & Mrs G Lemmens (Gail Pavia) - a son (64) Mr & Mrs J. Schofield (Jan Hosford) - a son (75) Mr & Mrs C. Bray (Rachel Deller) - a son (72) Mr & Mrs R. Booley (Libby Scott) - a son (74) Mr & Mrs D. Perkins (Jenny Hallowes) - a son (82) Mr & Mrs E. Gardner (Kim Preston) - a daughter (70) Mr & Mrs P. Dickens (Gwyn Apted) - a son (74) Mr & Mrs P. Heath (Sue Mander) - a son (74) Mr & Mrs J. Robertson (Julaine Jackson) - a son (68) Mr & Mrs J. Middleton (Judith Clutterbuck) - a son (76) Mr & Mrs G. MacRae (Dianne Soloman) - a son (75) Mr & Mrs G. Evans (Tina Cooke) - a son (77) Mr & Mrs P. Murray (Fiona MacVean) - a son (69) Mr & Mrs S. Kelly (Sue Stewart) - a son

Canberra President - Camille Chmiel (Tyrer) Secretary/Treasurer - Annabel Weidemann (Russell)

* NEWS OF OLD COLLEGIANS Kathy Egan (1979) Law Institute organised Law Week in Melbourne.

Angela Russell (1984) manufacturing computer software in Melbourne.

Lou Aitken (1983) completed course with Australian Wool Corporation, trainee buyer at David Jones. Louise Salter (1983) produced a play for Front Line Productions, going over to London soon. Glenda Parks (1983) Secretary to an architect, going overseas in July. Shauna McAllister (1983) in 3rd year primary teaching at Wagga. Andrea Bates (1983) Flagstaff College completing beauty therapy course. Jacqueline Carr (Bucknall) (1976) breeding ostriches for leather at Maryborough.

* OBITUARY Miss Jean Sutherland - respected teacher and Vice Principal for many years.

Miss Mavis Pettitt - Roslyn girl and Morongo Dux and Head Prefect 1924 with a keen interest in the Old Collegians. Lady Helen Dunlop (Ferguson) - past Prefect and Sports Captain in 1931. Mrs Mary Griffiths (Weddell) - whose family has had a long association with the school for generations.

* PRESIDENT'S REPORT The Old Collegians' year began with the Annual Meeting held in the Music Room in the Founder's Dining Hall on 26 November 1988, followed by the reunion luncheon in the Dining Hall. Our guests at the luncheon were Mrs Watt and the officials elect for 1989, also representatives from sister Old Collegians' Associations. The toast to the school was proposed by Nora SutoriusValk who was on one of her visits to Australia from Holland. Mrs Watt responded on behalf of the school and the School Captain, Virginia Millard reported on the school activities. At the conclusion. of the luncheon, we all gathered for the opening of the restored Rose Garden. The new roses were just starting to bloom showing us what we can expect from the garden that had been designed by Lorrie Lawrence (Lorraine Wood). Thank you Lorrie for generously giving your professional advice. The project became much larger than was anticipated. There was a lot of hard work to be done removing the old hedge and numerous truck loads of loam were needed to make the area suitable for replanting. We wish to thank the school for the assistance. Old Collegians' donations to the rose garden purchased all the roses, lavender and Pittosporum needed and a new garden seat was in place on opening day. It was with pleasure we were able to ask Lorrie to cut the ribbon at the entrance. On Friday night, 25 November, the 1965-70 year reunion was held at Berkeley Lodge. Approximately two hundred old girls attended along with an excellent representation of staff. Thank you Lyn Collins (Crellin) and Helen Hill (Darby) for organising such a successful reunion. 67

We have held our usual sporting social days. The tennis day held at the school on 6 March was enjoyed by all who participated. Thank you Anne Waayers (Jarman) for organising this day. The combined Old Girls' Golf Day and luncheon was held on 29 May at the Geelong Golf Club. This day was arranged by Marjory Carroll (Field) with assistance from representatives from other Associations. I thank Sally and Kathy Egan, Tracy Hargreaves and Lyn Collins (Crellin) for representing us in the Sun Tennis Cup. Thank you Lyn for arranging the team. Our representatives at the Sun Golf Cup were Pam Amezdroz (Umhauer), Jessie Beckman (McCallum), Prue Cooke (McEwan), Margaret Lamb (Keddie), Joy Hocking (Baker), and Marjorie Poulston (Barnes). A sincere thanks to all.

As many of you are aware, Morongo has formed the Morongo Foundation to enable further development of the school. The Foundation is made up of two funds, the Education Fund and the Building Fund. The Old Collegians has made a contribution to the Education Fund which grants up membership to the Foundation. I would like to thank Mrs Watt and all committee members for their support during the year, especially my Secretary, Jeanette Bell and Treasurer, Jeanette Middleton. Joy Rau President Morongo Old Collegian's Association

For many years Marjory Carroll (Field) has been one representative at the Sun Golf Cup meetings held in Melbourne and has been an organiser of the Geelong Golf Day over the years. Marjory feels it is time for someone else to take her place, at the Golf Day. I was able to make a small presentation to her in recognition of her work. Joy Hocking is taking over Marjory's job. As in other years we assisted at the Fair. Committee girls who were not involved on other stalls made litres of fruit salad from fruit donated by students. We also made a small contribution to Open Day by opening the Archives room and showing visitors some items from the past. Again we have been guests at functions held by Old Collegians' of other schools, PLC, MLC and MCEGGS Melbourne and PLC, MLC, Geelong branches, Hermitage and Sacred Heart. I received a very warm welcome from June McColl (Orchard) and Dorothy Ruxton (Brown) at the President's Day meeting in March of the National Council of Women, thank you both for keeping us informed about the Council. For many years, Edith Leigh and Jean Rentoul have been the Trustees of the MOCA. They have relinquished this important responsibility this year. Bev Egan (Bell), Jeanette Bell (Shrimpton) and I visited them both to thank them for their dedication over the years. Our new trustees are Judy Bent (Wallis), Anne Howarth (Lindsay) plus the current treasurer. We have held two other functions this year, a film night in June and a morning coffee morning in the Archives room at Morongo in August. We were entertained by four music students during the morning. Thank you to Mr Hancock, Director of Music for arranging the programme. Prior to the School Church Service at St. David's, I was invited to afternoon tea at Mrs Watt's home to meet Sir Edward Dunlop who was to give the address at the service. Sir Edward Dunlop's late wife, Helen Ferguson, was an Old Collegian, a past Prefect and Sports Captain in 1931. Many Old Collegians attended Founders' Day Morning Assembly this year to hear Miss Shaw reminisence over the years she first taught at Morongo and of her time as Head Mistress. For Old Collegians present listening to Miss Shaw brought back memories of our school days. Committee girls are gradually arranging items in the Archives room, we now have more uniforms on display. Looking after the archives is still very much a learning process for those involved. Thank you to all who have contributed to our displays. 68

* SOME RECOLLECTIONS OF THE PAST 18 YEARS In August 1971, Miss Leigh the then Bursar of Morongo, rang to see whether I would be interested in coming to the school to work in a part-time capacity in administration for 1 month. My month came to an end. however my association did not end there. I was appointed as secretary to Miss Brookshaw who also commenced in 1971 and as there had not previously been a secretary to the Principal I considered it an honour to accept the challenge. During my 18 years here many changes have taken place, not only in the extension of buildings i.e. Jean Sutherland Laboratory. Neilson Library, McCann Sports Centre, Pettitt Music Centres, Laird Centre, Dulcie Brookshaw Senior Centre but many changes to the boarding house. Cubicles became individual study rooms providing much more comfort in a home away from home situation for the girls. My early years saw the abolition of tunics followed by hats and gloves, changes in sports tunic and blazers. Not only has Morongo been a very special part of my life for the past 18 years in my capacity as secretary to Miss Brookshaw and Mrs Watt, 2 of only 4 Principals of the school, but it has held a special place in the lives of my two daughters, Suzanne and Fiona who attended during my time here. My best wishes to the school for the future.

Mrs Val Macvean *

VALETE YEAR 12 1989 * ELISABETH ADAMSON 1985-1989: Harris House and Music Committees. Senior Choir. Orchestra. Green Jumper (Music). Music and Academic Symbols. House Colours 1989. School Scholarship Holder. Merit Certificates. Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1987, 1988. Year 11 Dux.

JULIE GIANNIOS 1989: Venters House Committee.

ELIZABETH ADDI 1985-1989: Ardens House Committee. Baseball, Cricket, Hockey, Volleyball Teams. Cloth Badge 1987.

JANET GRAY 1989: Roslyn House

BRONWEN BEKKER 1984-1989: Harris and Senior Centre Committees. Year 9 Choir. Athletics, Netball, Swimming, Tennis Teams. Cloth Badge. House Colours 1989. Over 17 Athletic Champion 1989. LOUISE BONE 1984-1989: Roslyn House and Students Representative Committees. Junior Choir. Netball, Rowing and Tennis Teams. Rowing Symbols 1989. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988. KAREN BOWLING 1985-1989: Senior Centre Committee. Drama Productions. Hockey team. KYM BRAITHWAITE 1988-1989: Roslyn House, Library and Social Service Committees. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Drama Productions. Baseball and Hockey teams. Hockey Captain (Thirds) 1989. Coach's Award Hockey 1989. DYCINTA BURNS 1988-1989: Venters House Committee. Hockey and Tennis Teams. House Colours 1989. FIONA CADD 1989: Baseball and Hockey Teams.

FELICITY GRAHAM 1988-1989: Ardens House Committee. Hockey, Swimming Teams, House Colours 1989. Bronze Duke of Edinburgh Award.

VIKKI HARDMAN 1987-1989: Venters House Committee. Baseball, Basketball. Cricket. Netball Teams. Cloth Badge 1987. House Colours 1989. SIMONE HARVEY 1984-1989: Music Committee. Students Council 1989. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics. Baseball. Basketball, Hockey, Netball, Swimming, Tennis Teams. Baseball Symbols 1989. House Colours 1988. Runner Up Under 13 Swimming Champion 1984. Runner-Up Under 14 Swimming Champion 1985. Green Jumper (Music) 1988. Music Symbols 1988. Reaward 1989. JACQUELINE HASTINGS 1984-1989: Music Committee. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Drama Productions. Green Jumper (Music) 1988. Music Symbols 1988. Reaward 1989. Consistent Effort 1987. JENNIFER HEARN 1988-1989: Roslyn House JACQUELINE HEDLEY 1981-1989: Venters House Committee. Junior Choir. Netball, Tennis Teams. ANGELAJACKSON 1984-1989: Photography Club.

ANNA CARROLL 1989: Baseball team.

SALLY-ANN KAISER 1976-1989: Junior Choir. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988.

JANE CARROLL 1984-1989: Lucernian and End of Year Committees. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Drama Productions. Netball Team.

MARGARET KENT 1986-1989: Self Defence Certificate.

CATHERINE CRAMERI 1984-1989: Library Committee. SARAH DEAN 1987-1989: Lawson House and End of Year Committees. Baseball, Netball, Rowing, Tennis Teams. KASSANDRA DERIX 1988-1989: Ardens House and Boarding House Committees. Netball and Rowing Teams. House Colours 1989. MICHELLE DOUGLAS 1984-1989: Roslyn House, Library and Senior Centre Committees. Senior Choir. Orchestra. Drama Productions. Baseball, Fencing, Netball, Tennis Teams. Fencing Captain 1987. House Colours 1987. Reaward 1989. Green Jumper (Music) 1988. Music Symbols 1988, 1989. Merit Certificates Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988. Academic Symbols 1989. MICHELLE DOWIE 1986-4989: School Prefect. Roslyn House Captain. Roslyn House Committee. Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Netball Teams. Cloth Badge 1986. Half Colours 1986. House Colours 1987. Reaward 1988, 1989. Green Jumper (Sports) 1989. JAYNE DRIVER 1985-1989: Venters House. Senior Centre and End of Year Committees. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Drama Productions. Netball, Rowing, Tennis Teams. Half Colours 1987. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Drama Award 1989. Rowing Award 1987. ALICE CHEW WEE ENG 1989: Senior Choir. Orchestra. Baseball Team. Overseas student from Malaysia. KATE FEWSTER 1984-1989: Venters House Committee. Year 9 Choir. Baseball, Netball, Rowing, Table-Tennis, Tennis Teams. Deputy Boat Captain. Vice Captain (Seconds) Netball. Runner-Up Junior Doubles Tennis Championship 1985. Rowing Symbols 1989. Half Colours 1987. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1986, 1987. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988. GEORGINA FIDGE 1982-1989: School Prefect. Lawson House. Mid Year and End of Year Committees. Student Council 1988. Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Cricket, Netball, Tennis Teams. Runner Up Senior Doubles Championship 1988. Cloth Badge 1985. Half Colours 1986. House Colours 1987. Reaward 1988. 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1983. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1984, 1987. PHILIPPA GARDNER 1985-1989: School Prefect. Robb House and Music Committees. Music Captain. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Orchestra. House Colours 1989. Green Jumper (Music) 1988. Music Symbols 1988. Reaward 1989. School Scholarship Holder. Merit Certificates Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1986, 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988.

ILSA KUIPER 1984-1989: School Prefect. Venters House Captain. Venters House and Lucernian Committees. Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics. Baseball. Basketball, Netball, Tennis Teams. Netball Captain 1988. Netball Award 1988. Cloth Badge 1985. Under 12 Athletic Champion 1984. Under 14 Athletics Champion 1986. Under 15 Athletic Champion 1987. Under 17 Runner Up Athletics Champion 1989. House Colours 1987. Reaward 1988. Re-reaward 1989. Green Jumper (Sport) 1987. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988. MAY FERN LAI 1989: Senior Choir. Roslyn House. Overseas student from Malaysia. SEE MEI LEE 1989: Robb House. Overseas student from Singapore. AMANDA LEIGH 1984-1989: Lawson House Committee. Swimming. Tennis Teams. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. SARAH LEWIS 1981-1989: Robb House and Sports Committees. Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics, Hockey. Netball. Rowing. Swimming. Tennis Teams. Boat Captain 1989. Cloth Badge 1984. Rowing Symbols 1989. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Green Jumper (Sport) 1989. Runner-Up Athletics Champion 1985. Runner-Up Tennis Doubles 1984. Runner-Up Swimming Champion 1987. 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1982. 1983 1984. JULIE LIGHTFOOT 1988-1989: Robb House and Lucemian Committees. Netball. Tennis Teams. Vice Captain Netball 4 Team 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988. . DAISY PUI-YIN LUI 1989: Robb House. Overseas student from Hong Kong. LISA McCANN 1976-1989: House Colours 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987. 1988. JANE McCORMACK 1977-1989: School Prefect. Harris House Captain. Harris House and Sports Committees. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics, Baseball, Netball, Swimming, Tennis Teams. Baseball Symbols 1989. Most Improved Team 4 Netball 1988. Half Colours 1986. House Colours 1987. Reaward 1988. 1989. Drama Award 1987. Reaward 1988. SARAH MCCRACKEN 1984-1989: School Prefect. Robb House Captain. Robb House, Sports and Last Day Committees. Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Fencing, Hockey Teams. Over 17 Athletic Champion 1989. Cloth Badge 1984. Hockey Symbols 1988. Reaward 1989. Baseball Symbols 1988. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Green Jumper (Sport) 1988. Drama Symbols 1988. MEGAN MACKINNON 1979-1989: Baseball. Cricket, Volleyball teams. School Spelling Champion Year 9 1986.

AILSA McVEAN 1986-1989: Lawson House Committee. Student Council 1989. Drama Productions. House Debating. House Colours 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988.

MELISSA SUMNER 1984-1989: Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Public

CATHERINE MERCER 1987-1989: Ardens House and Boarding House Commit-

SARI SUTTON 19844989: School Prefect. Ardens House Captain. Ardens House

tees. Athletics, Hockey and Rowing Teams. Best and Fairest Second XI Hockey 1989.

Committee. Drama Productions. Swimming Team. School Debating Team 1989. Public Speaking Rostrum 1988. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Drama Symbols 1988. Academic Symbols 1988. Dux Year 10 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988. Merit Certificate Debating 1989.

CAROLINE MISSEN 1988-1989: School Prefect. Boarding House Captain. Lawson House and Boarding House Committees. Senior Choir. Orchestra. Flute Ensemble. Netball. Tennis Teams. Tennis Symbols 1988. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Music Symbols 1989. School Scholarship Holder.

Speaking.

FIONA LUI TM 1989: Senior Choir. Robb House. Overseas student from Hong Kong.

AIJNA MITTON 1994-1989: Sports Captain. Robb House, Sports and Last Day Committees. Athletics, Hockey, Netball, Rowing, Swimming Teams. Cross Country Winner 1986, 1989. Runner-Up Cross Country 1988. Best and Fairest - Geelong Netball Association 1987. Runner-Up Over 17 Swimming 1989. Cloth Badge 1987. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Green Jumper (Sport) 1988.

AILSA MORTON 1988-1989: Netball, Swimming, Tennis Teams. SIMONE MURRAY 1984-1989: Robb House and Lucernian Committee. Drama Productions. Netball Team.

PRUDENCE NADORP 1975-1989: Robb House. Mid Year and End of Year Committees. Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics, Netball, Swimming Teams. House Colours 1987. Reaward 1988, 1989.

SRIVALLI NANDLTRI 1988-1989: Ardens House Committee. SZE LIN NG 1989: Ardens House. Overseas student from Malaysia. GULRU NOYAN 1984-1989: Roslyn House and Social Service Committees. Social Service Committee Chairperson 1988, 1989. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Orchestra. Ensemble. Drama Productions. Volleyball Team. House Colours 1989. Green Jumper (Music) 1988. Music Symbols 1988. Reaward 1989. Drama Symbols 1989.

CAROLYN O'BRIEN 1986-1989: Library and End of Year Committees. Hockey

NAOMI TAYLOR 1989: Photography Committee. KYIJE TENABEL 19874989: Robb House and Senior Centre Committees. Netball, Swimming, Tennis, Volleyball Teams. Most Improved Netball (Mauve) 1989. House House Colours 1989. MELINDA THOM 1987-1989: Lawson House Committee. KATHERINE THOMAS 19844989: Roslyn House and Sports Committee. Morongo Student Council Representative. Junior Choir, Senior Choir, Madrigal Choir. Orchestra. Drama Productions. Athletics, Baseball, Swimming, Tennis, Volleyball Teams. Under 15 Athletics Runner Up 1987. Junior Tennis Doubles Champion 1984. Athletics Vice Captain 1988. Cloth Badge 1984. Half Colours 1987. House Colours 1988. Green Jumper (Music) 1988). Academic Symbols 1988. Certificate of Merit for Debating, Merit Certificate for Academic Achievement 1984, 1985, 1986, 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987.

PETA TRINDER 1987-1989: School Captain. Mid Year and End of Year Committees. Student Council 1988, 1989. Drama Productions. Baseball, Cricket, Hockey, Rowing Teams. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989.

KIRSTEN VAN CLEEF 19864989: Library Committee. Baseball Team. KITTA VIRTAVUO 1989: Lawson House. Exchange student from Finland.

Team. House Colours 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988.

TRINA WATKIN 1986-1989: Robb House and Computer Committees. Baseball,

SUSAN PETTY 1981-1989: Social Service Committee Chairperson 1989.

Cricket, Netball, Rowing, Volleyball Teams. Cloth Badge. Half Colours 1986. House Colours 1989.

SOPHIE PLUMRIDGE 1983-1989: School Vice Captain. Bicentenary, Mid Year

ERICA WEBBER 1985-1989: Lawson House Committee. Senior Choir. House

and End of Year Committees. Student Council Deputy Chairperson 1988, 1989. Social Service Representative 1988. Junior Choir. Middle School Choir. Drama Productions. Baseball, Hockey, Netball, Rowing Teams. Baseball Captain 1987. President's Award for Rowing 1987 (Most Potential). Cloth Badge 1985. Half Colours 1986. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Green Jumper (Sport) 1987. Debating 1988. Public Speaking 1989 (Lions Club Youth of the Year). Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1984, 1985, 1986, 1988.

Colours 1989.

UBY WOODS 1977-1986. 1989: Lawson House and Music Committees. Debating Captain. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Orchestra. Drama Productions. Athletics, Hockey Teams. House Colours 1989. Arts Award 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986. Merit Certificate Debating 1989.

MELANIE QUICK 1983-1989: Roslyn House Committee. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Athletics, Baseball, Swimming Teams. Cloth Badge 1984. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988. GEORGIA RADCLEFFE-SMITH 1984-1989: Lawson House and Lucemian Committees. Junior Choir, Baseball, Basketball, Hockey, Rowing Teams. Vice Captain Hockey Team. Cloth Badge 1986. Rowing Symbols 1989. Best & Fairest Hockey Seconds 1988. House Colours 1988. Reaward 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement and Consistent Effort 1988.

COMPLETED COURSES FROM 1983 YEAR GROUP

ANDREA ROBERTSON 1984-1989: Ardens House Committee. Year 9 Choir.

Georgina Mitton, finished her Diploma of Early Childhood

Baseball, Hockey Teams. Most Improved Hockey Thirds 1989. House Colours 1988.

Development and is working as Kindergarten Directress in Foster.

Reaward 1989.

Melissa Laidlaw and Alison Shimmins have completed

CATHERINE ROBINSON 1987-1989: Ardens House, Lucernian and Senior Cen-

Nursing training at the Alfred Hospital.

tre Committees. Hockey, Swimming Teams.

Jenny McKie, B. Biol. Sciences, Latrobe, now working for Dept.

ALEXANDRA SCHERER 1988-1989: Venters House Committee. Oversas Am-

of Community Health. Katrina Bent, Child Care Diploma, working at Fitzroy Community Centre. Wendy Venters, Opera singing at College of the Arts. Judith Waugh, graduated B.A. (Humanities) Latrobe. Heather Gibson, B.Sc., Monash Margaret Lawson, Dip. App. Sci. (Nursing). Phillip Inst. now at Heidelberg Repatriation Hospital. Jenny Dodds, has graduated with Diploma of Recreational Leadership at Footscray. Emma Gill, is nursing at St. Vincent's Hospital.

erican student from Indonesia.

SIMONE SIMPSON 1980-1989: Lawson House Committee. Junior Choir. Baseball, Hockey Teams. House Colours 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1987.

SARAH SMITH 1988-1989: Ardens House and Sports Committee. Basketball, Netball. Rowing Teams. Netball Captain 1989, Cloth Badge 1988. Netball Symbols 1988. Reaward 1989.

SARAH SMYTH 1984-1989: Boarding House and Photography Committee. Chairperson Photography Committee 1989. Middle School Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics, Basketball, Cricket, Gymnasium, Hockey, Rowing. Swimming, Tennis Teams. Cloth Badge 1984. Green Jumper (Sport) 1988. House Colours 1989.

* * Social Service Report In the past, social service at Morongo has played a relatively minor role in comparison to other school activities. However, this year, with the establishment of a student social service committee, this effort has taken on a new, more co-ordinated and significant function. The main purpose of the committee is to instil in each school member (staff and students) a sincere sense of charity. With this in mind, a new system has been introduced whereby each homegroup is allocated one week to promote and operate individual social service efforts within the school. To provide added incentive, prizes will be awarded for the most successful and original fund raising techniques. This has also proved to be quite a test of students' entrepreneurial skills. Fund raising tactics employed have included selling hair combs, trees, various food stalls and competitions such as school tie tying. In addition, the school has successfully participated in its usual social service events. The following indicates approximate amounts raised, how they were raised, and to which organizations funds will be donated. Homegroup - Term 2 - $277 to Ronald MacDonald House Homegroup - Term 3 - $840 to Salvation Army & Geelong Hospital Casual Day - $136 to Ronald MacDonald House Church Service - $775 to Royal Childrens Hospital - Leukemia research Door-Knocking - $230 to Red Shield Appeal Anzac Tokens - $48 to Geelong RSL Legacy Badges - $40 to Legacy Red Nose Day - $214 to Cot Death Research 40-hour Famine - $1200 to World Vision. A total of $3760 In term 4, all funds raised from homegroups and a casual day will be donated to United Way. Many thanks must go to all members of the Social Service Committee, and a particular mention to Susan Petty (who acted as chairperson, term 2). The support and active interest continually offered from Mrs Watt in the social service area is also greatly appreciated. Gulru Noyan Chairperson Morongo Social Service Committee

* ALLIANCE FRANCAISE COMPETITION RESULTS VERY HIGHLY COMMENDED Poetry Bridget Akers Danielle Christou Tanya Hall Kate Laidlaw Sarah Lamb Samantha Michalak Clare Oataway Prue Schofield Alison Smedley Karen Zeegers

HIGHLY COMMENDED Poetry Simone Grace Jodi Johnstone Melissa Le Breton Shu-Lin Lee Claire Towart Diana Taylor

Poetry, Reading and Conversation Michelle Douglas Patricia Laird Julie Lightfoot Ailsa McVean Sari Sutton

Written Grammar Test Elisabeth Adamson Michelle Douglas Ailsa McVean Sari Sutton

Listening Comprehension Test Michelle Douglas

*HOUSE COLOURS - END OF YEAR 1988 ARDENS Year 11

HARRIS Year 11

Andrew Roberton Sari Sutton

Jane McCormack - re-award Peta Trinder

Year 10

Kirsten Bishop - full Linda Ekstedt - 1/2 colours Rowena Kelynack - 1/2 colours Simone Middleton - 1/2 colours Ingrid Player - full

Catherine Bennett - 1/2 colours Joanne Black - 1/2 colours Melissa Kellett - full Natalie Morrison - full

IAWSON Year 11 Georgina Fidge - re-award Georgia Radcliffe-Smith Amanda Leigh Caroline Missen

Year 10 Sally Fisher

Year 9 Natalie Strijder - 1/2 colours Bianca Ross - 1/2 colours

Year 9 Linda Evans - 1/2 colours Sarah Reid - 1/2 colours

ROBB Year 11 Sarah Lewis Lisa McCann Sarah McCracken Emma Matlock - re-re-award Alina Mitton Prue Nadorp - re-award

Year 10 ROSLYN Year 11 Louise Bone - full Michelle Dowie - re-award Kate Thomas - full Birgit Waschka - full

Kristen Blackmore - full Kristie Eales - full Tara Hoad - full

Year 9 Carly Adler - 1/2 colours

Year 10 • Katrina Appleton - 1/2 colours Fiona Jackman - 1/2 colours Rachel Wells - 1/2 colours

Year 9

* SPECIAL AWARDS 1988 D.F. Neilson Prefect's Prize: Susan Freeman, Fiona Salmon Bartlett Citizenship Prize: Marina Paleologos McCann Citizenship Prize: Kerry-Ann Cook Pettitt Citizenship Prize: Jacinta Payne Dux of Year 11: Elisabeth Adamson Dux of Year 10: Kirsten Bishop Dux of Year 9: Sandra Petty Dux of Year 8: Sally Spiteri Dux of Year 7: Jodie Eales Dux of the School: Li-Lin Lim, Juliana Lee.

VENTERS Year 11 Amanda Campbell Jayne Driver Kate Fewster Simone Harvey Ilsa Kuiper (re-award) Sophie Plumridge

Year 10 Carolyn Saleh - 1/2 colours Louise Rimer - 1/2 colours

Year 9 Chloe Plumridge - 1/2 colours Vicki Hedley - 1/2 colours

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