Columba 1986 - 6th Edition by All Saints' College

All Saints College

Calumba

1986

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COLLEGE PRAYER

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Almighty Father, we offer to you the life of this College. Make it like a field which you have blessed, so that all that is good and worthy of praise may grow and flourish here. Guide and direct the Principal and members of the staff in all their activities in the service of those who learn. Help students to use wisely the gifts you have given them, and to remember that to respect and honour you is the beginning of all wisdom. May parents and friends of the College make their contribution by taking up in loving concern the opportunities of service that come to them, and by the quality of life of their homes. Help us all to build a fellowship of people in which love, care and respect prevail, so that together we may grow in knowledge and understanding, and in faith in you. We ask these things in Jesus' Name. Amen .

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NUMBER 6, 1986

Editor: Joelie May

Front Cover Artist: Seonaid Esslemont

Back Cover Artist: Dawnia Chiu

ALL SAINTS' COLLEGE

VISITOR The Most Rev'd. P.F. Carnley, Th.L., B.A., Ph.D. BOARD OF MANAGEMENT

Chairman

Mr T.W. McAuliffe, LL.B. Vice Chairman Dr LM. Gibson, B.Sc.(Hons.), Ph.D., Th.C. Secretary Mr T.R.D. Mason, B.Juris., LL.B. Treasurer Mr D.C. Hagan, F.A.S.A., C.P.A., A.A.I.C.U.M. Assistant Secretary Mrs V.M. Payne, A.LP.S. Principal (ex officio)

Bursar (ex officio)

Members

Mrs B.C. Bee

Mr A.J. Good, B.Com., A.C.A.

Rev'd. R.F. Hanson, Th.Dip., Th.C.

Mr W.D.L. Hawley, B.Com.

Ms M.L. Nadebaum, M.Ed.Admin., B.A., Dip.Ed., M.A.C.E., M.LE.A., M.A.C.E.A.

The Ven. M.J. Pennington, RA., Th.L.

Miss L.D. Watson

PARENTS' AND FRIENDS' SOCIETY

Executive Committee

Patron: The Hon. RJ. MacKinnon, M.L.A.

Vice Patron: Mr J.S. Kenworthy

President: Dr LJ. Fairnie

Vice Presidents: Mrs M.T. Dunnet, Dr W.F. Robinson

Treasurer: Mr G.E. Ellen

Secretary: Mrs H.A. Wright

Asst. Secretary: Mrs E.C. Rowe

Members: Mrs B.C. Bee, Mr F.M. Brand, Mrs K.L. Evans,

Mr W.D. Hawley, Mrs D.G. Palmer, Mr C.W. Robartson, Mrs P.M. Wright

Hon. Auditor: Mr G. Hubbard

F.I.S.P.A.: Mrs c.L. Connors, Mrs A.J. Greville

CHAIRMAN'S FOREWORD

This magazine will give the reader a glimpse of the lives and loves of people who have contributed to the College during 1986. It also records achievements of the staff, students, parents and friends which will bring memories flooding back, particularly to the graduates who should treasure it.

Others will simply enjoy the reports, pictures and articles for their information, fun and humour. For many reasons, I'm sure all readers will find reading the magazine as compelling this year as it has been in the past. Terry McAuliffe Chairman, Board of Management

CONTENTS Board of Management

Chairman's Foreword

Staff

Principal's Annual Report

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1986 Diary

Reports and Student Originals

Sports

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ADMINISTRATIVE STAFF

Bursar

Mr LR. Botterill, A.A.S.A., Dip.Accy.

Accountant

Mr H. Millard, F.C.A.

Principal's Secretary

Mrs V.M. Payne, A.LP.S.

Secretarial Staff

Mrs J.F. Lindberg

Mrs G. L. Stone

Mrs M.A. van Aalen

Bursar's Secretary

Mrs J.E. O'Grady

Computer Operator

Mrs M.P. Broadbent

Reprographics

Mr S.P. Prescott

Services Officer

Mr R.A. Ellis

Leading Hand Groundsman

Mr D.B. Joy

Grounds Staff

Mr 0.0. Kendrick

Mr A.J. McCarthy

EDITORIAL

This year has seen the school expand with the extension of the Primary Department to Year 5. The involvement of students in activities and responsibilities previously taken on by staff has also grown - the Executive Committee of the Student Council has been given disciplinary powers, and undertaken duty; nearly 200 students helped at the College Fete; and the whole school supported the College swimming and athletics teams. The role of Staff Adviser to Student Council sub-committees has been reduced to advisory only, with students planning and running events such as the Fun Run, and free dress day. The House plays were directed and acted solely by students. "Trial by Jury", in June, was participated in by many Year 11 and 12 students. This was a sad time for the school, because Mr Bednallleft soon after. His farewell dinner was one of the highlights of my year, as it was for all those Year 12 students who attended it.

The reports in this publication only touch on the pursuits within the College this year. Many students are involved in at least one club or society during school on Tuesday or Thursday. These groups range from a Peace Workshop, to a Fete Assistance Group, a Russian lesson, and a dance group. Many of these groups displayed their talents at the Open Day or the Fete, indicating the level of student participation in College activities. It is hoped that in future years, more students will be involved in the publication of Columba; in reporting, photographic, editorial and proofÂ reading capacities. Thanks go to Craig Palmer, who did much of the work editing Columba this year; Mr Milne, for his assistance throughout the year; and Sarah Geary and Michael Usher, next year's Chairpersons of Publications, and editors of Columba. Joelie May

1986

ACADEMIC STAFF

Principal

Dr N.E. Speed, T.C., Dip.P.E., B.Ed., Dip.Ed.Admin., M.Ed., Ph.D., F.A.C.E., F.LE.A.

Chaplain

The Rev'd D.T. Griffiths, Dip.Th. Assistant Principal: Curriculum

Mrs M.A. Knox, M.Sc. Assistant Principal: Administration

Mr C.H. Griffiths, B.App.Sc., Dip.Math., T.H.C., M.A.C.E., G.A.LP.

Heads of Departments

Mr B.G. Groves, T.H.e., B.App.Sc. (Maths)

Mrs L.M. Kirke, B.Sc., Dip.Ed., A.Mus.A., Grad.Dip.Sc.Ed.

Mr K.F. Maughan, T.H.C., B.A., Dip.Ed.

Mr T. Ringer, D.Phys.Ed., Dip.Ed.

Mr M.J. Stapleton, B.Com., Dip.Ed.

Mrs J.E. Williams, RA., Dip.Ed.

Fun Time

Mrs K.G. Askins, Dip.T., B.Ed.; Mr S.F. Balding, Dip.T., B.Ed., T.H.C., C. of M.E.

Mr W.R. Bradshaw, T.H.e., B.Sc.; Mr J.R. Cahill, RSc., G.A.LP.

Mrs L.C. Cannings, B.Ed., Grad.Dip.Spec.Ed., Dip.T.; Mr F.K. Chan, B.Sc., Dip.Ed.

Miss G.K. Cleghorn, Dip.T., REd.; Dr J.F. Durey, B.A., M.A., Ph.D.

Mr R.M. Glasheen, Cert. of P.A., B.A., B.Ed., M.C.E.S.

Mr RT. Hanson, T.e., B.A.; Miss M.B. Healy, RA., Dip.Ed.

Mr J.A. Kural, B.Ed., A.T.C.L.; Mr D.S. Lievense, B.Sc., Dip.Ed.

Mr J.H. Lickfold, B.P.Ed., Dip.Ed.; Mrs J.K. Luha, B.A., Grad.Cert.Ed., Grad.Dip.Curr. & Ed.Tech.

Mrs. L.A. Maio, B.A., Grad.Dip.Ed.; Mrs S. Parker, C.E., Dip.T., C&G(Dress), REd., M.H.E.A.A.

Mrs J.M. Pendlebury, Dip.T.; Mr P.R. Phillips, RSc., Dip.Ed.; Mrs J.B. Prescott, T.C., Dip.T., REd.

Mr K.N. Pitman, Dip.T.; Mr A.N. Radich, B.A., Dip.T.; Mr G.T. Schirinzi, Dip.T.

Mr D.G. Taylor, B.A., REd.; Mrs R.P. Tyrrell, RA., H.Dip.Ed.; Mrs V.J. Yurisich, Dip.T.

Part Time

Mrs M.P. Bradshaw, T.e.; Mr A. Brindley, T.e.; Mrs D.A. Coombs, B.Sc., Dip.Ed.

Mrs S.L. Grant, RA. Dip.Ed.; Mrs A.J. Greville, Ass.Nutr., Dip.Diet., Grad.Dip.Ed.

Mr V.W. Heinrichs, T.e.; Mrs R.M. Marcos, B.A.

Mrs P.F. Maughan, T.e.; Rev. N. Milne, M.A., RD., Dip.Ed., M.LE.A.; Mr e.R. Parker,

Mrs M.N. Prosser, Assoc. in Art Teaching, T.e., B.Ed.

Dr P.G. Simpson, M.Sc., Ph. D.; Mr D.M. Southwell, REd., Dip.T., A.Mus.A., A.Cert.C.M.

Mrs R.D. van Dongen, B.Sc., Dip.Ed.

Laboratory Assistants

Mrs B.J. Brajcich, CerLLab.Prac.(Biol.); Mrs P.E. Snowden Assistant Librarian

Mrs J.A. Riley, B.A., Grad.Dip.Lib.Stud., A.L.A.A. Library Aides

Mrs M.E. Beechen; Mrs D. Lebbon Visiting Tutors

Miss G.D. Anderson, B.Mus.(Cello); Mr J.T. Bonini, B.Ed.(Classical Guitar)

Mrs P.A. Broadbent, RA., Dip.Ed., Dip.Dram.Art., L.S.D.A., L.T.C.L.(Speech and Drama)

Mr LR. Palmer (Brass - Trumpet, Trombone); Mrs G. Ritchie, A.T.C.L., Dip.T.e.(Speech and Drama)

Miss J. Robertson, B.A.(Hons.) (Flute)

Mr B. van der Meulen (Clarinet, Saxophone, Oboe); Mr D.J. Yeh (Violin)

ACADEMIC STAFF - 1986

STUDENT COUNCIL EXECUTIVE -

1986

THE PRINCIPAL'S ANNUAL REPORT

We have been privileged to witness, during the first six years, the emergence of an independent school which enjoys an enviable reputation for its pursuit of excellence and for the establishment of a caring environment in which students are encouraged to attain their potential. We have also been privileged to be active participants in the development of an educational environment which encourages parent, staff and student participation, with the result that both commitment and morale are atÂˇ high level. As we enter the second stage of development it would be a mistake for us to be too complacent about our past achievements, as good as they may be, for, as we were reminded by the Chairman of the Board of Management in a recent newsletter, it is important to keep in mind the basic aims of the College and to evaluate constantly the degree to which we are effective in achieving them. This implies a need to examine each of these aims in detail; to identify the strategies employed to achieve them; to measure as objectively as possible the extent to which we are achieving them; to deliberately modify the strategies employed in order to increase our effectiveness, and to even modify the original aims if we believe them to be no longer relevant. For example, one of the basic aims of the College is to inculcate a Christian ethos in all the students, as well as the parents and staff. It is my belief that we are not achieving this aim as effectively as many of us would wish and it is for this reason that we are seeking to develop a programme of Christian Education which will encourage us all to care for each other; to reject antisocial behaviour, vandalism and petty thieving; and to make a personal commitment to live a Christian life. It is also my belief that these comments are just as applicable to the adults as they are to the younger members of the College community. Achievements: It is gratifying to report that the first graduands from All Saints' College did particularly well in the 1985 T .A.E. Approximately 85% of the graduating class were offered place in Tertiary Institutions, and the remaining 15070 have either undertaken Technical level studies or gained employment. These excellent results have set a high standard, but I am confident they will be matched by the current Year 12 group of students who, in the main, have had a very positive approach to their studies. The College is also privileged to have a large number of students who have achieved outstanding success in a variety of spheres,

including: Debating, Science and Mathematics competitions, Swimming, Athletics, Rugby, Squash, Netball etc., the details of which are documented elsewhere in the Columba, and it is therefore unnecessary for me to enunciate them here. The important point about these achievements is that they are indicative of the willingness of staff and students to participate fully and to aspire to high standards of performance. Curriculum: Lower secondary students begin their studies at the Year 8 level by taking a common course conducted in heterogeneous groups. This provides them with a background of experience which enables them to make appropriate choices from a group of over twenty options in Years 9 and 10. It also provides the staff with an opportunity to evaluate each student's needs, abilities and interests, thus enabling them to form relatively homogeneous groups. At the Upper Secondary level students are free to choose from approximately forty Tertiary Entrance Score and Non Tertiary Entrance Score subjects in order to select a course which will satisfy the requirements for entry into a particular tertiary level course or vocation. Counselling is provided by subject teachers, Form Teachers and Year Heads, as well as by the Assistant Principal (Curriculum) and the Career Counsellor. This extensive counselling procedure has resulted in very few students wishing to change subjects between Years 11 and 12. Throughout the year, students in all Years participated in a number of significant external as well as internal events, including: the Westpac Mathematics Competition; the Science Talent Quest; the University of N.S.W.'s Science Search; the Year 12 Art Exhibition; Language Awareness Day; W.A. Week; the Young Writer's Award, the Dante Alighieri and Alliance Francaise examinations, and, of course, a most successful Open Day. The level of student involvement was indicative of a high level of enthusiasm and this inevitably led to some very notable successes. Communication with students and their parents is an important facet of any school's operation and it is one which this College takes very seriously. It is for this reason that a lot of thought has been given to the development of an efficient and effective computer reporting system and I am pleased with the progress that has occurred in this regard. However. further refinements will occur in association with the

development of an electronic recording system in 1987.

The good relationship between the school and the local Anglican parish is to continue with the commitment of the Bull Creek congregation to conduct its worship and teaching activities in the College with the expectation of building a Worship Centre for our shared use within the near future. Student Council: The Student Council, under the able leadership of Bruce Lee, the College Captain, has had a very positive influence upon the conduct of student affairs. The Executive Committee members have also done an outstanding job and have been instrumental in providing excellent leadership for each of the five sub-committees of the Council. It would be remiss of me however if I did not also acknowledge the leadership provided by each of the Staff Advisers to these sub-committees and to thank them for their sensitivity to the need "to advise" rather than "to direct". I am sure that the students involved are appreciative of their involvement. The Executive Committee of the Student Council for 1987 will consist of Craig Palmer (College Captain), John Redman, Stephen Westle, Stephanie Schmidt, Michael Usher, John Manus, Rolf Vickers, Alistair Monson and Sarah Geary. I am sure that these students will justify their election to the Executive and I wish them well for 1987. Staff: The staff of the College will be joined in 1987 by Mr Alan Black (Mathematics), Mrs Beth J ones (Accounting), Mrs Vicki Shepherdson (Art/Craft), Mr Camp bell Parker (Industrial Arts) and Mrs Mary Rohl (Support Teacher). The appointments to the positions of Bursar and Guidance and Counselling Officer have yet to be finalised. A number of the current staff are leaving the College at the end of the year in order to take up other appointments and I wish them well in their new situations. I also offer my sincere appreciation of their efforts during the time that they have been associated with All Saints'. In particular I pay tribute to Mr Ian Botterill, the Foundation Bursar of the College, who after six years of dedicated service has found it necessary to resign due to ill health. Enrolment: The enrolment at the College in 1987 will remain at approximately 700 students in Year 5 to 12. This stabilisation of our enrolment is welcome in that it will permit us to concentrate upon a refinement programme rather than coping with a large and more diverse group of students. The inclusion of Years 5 and 6 in 1986 has been most welcome and all of us have appreciated

Extra Curricular, Interhouse and Interschool Activities: A varied extra-curricular programme featuring sporting, musical, cultural and aesthetic activities has been possible again this year through the whole-hearted involvement of staff and students, and 1 wish to thank both groups for their participation in this aspect of College life. All Saint's is a member of the Associated Catholic Colleges for purposes of interschool competition, so Year 11 and 12 students competed weekly in many sports. Interschool competitions in Swimming, Cross Country and Athletics gave our sportspersons many opportunities to demonstrate their skills and the spectators a change to offer support. Other Interschool competitions, organised independently of the A.C.C. competition, were also organised in events such as Squash and Debating. A wide variety of Interhouse competitions, including a Drama Festival, were conducted during the year and these were well supported by the students. In relation to these I am pleased to announce that Forrest House has been awarded the P & F Society Interhouse Shield for 1986. Community based activities are also important to us and many of our students participated as members of College teams in Basketball, Netball, Tennis and Rowing. Religious Education: During 1986 the new Chaplain, the Rev'd Dean Griffiths, has settled into the College and I am grateful to him for the positive contributions he has made to our pastoral care programme. I am also grateful to the Rev'd Nicol Milne who has written the Human Relations Programmes for Years 8 to 10. This has been an enormous achievement considering the fact that he has been part-time and has his own teaching load as well as his parish commitments to contend with. There is a need to evaluate what we are doing in our Human Relations programme by examining the fundamental question as to whether it is morally and ethically defensible to teach Christianity in the compulsory classroom environment. It is certainly true that the compulsory situation is not always appropriate and it is with this in mind that the Chaplain has begun to set up a number of voluntary activities, such as I.S.C.F. and the Chaplain's Breakfast Club, in order to encourage students to share and express their Christian faith. Further opportuni ties will be provided in 1987 with the provision of a number of camps and retreats. 9

their exuberant participation in a variety of College based acitivites. Parents' and Friends': The P & F Society has once again made significant contributions during 1986 and it has been most supportive of the entire College programme. In particular I would like to acknowledge the work done by the members of the Ladies Forum, the Uniform Store and the many voluntary helpers who have assisted in the Canteen, Library, Grounds and Office. The work of Mrs Monika Dunnet and the members of the Fete Committee resulted in an outstandingly successful College Fete, the proceeds of which will enable the College to build Stage I of the Sports and Recreation Centre. It is with sadness that I farewell Mrs Alison Hagan who will retire from her position as Canteen Manageress at the end of the year. Mrs Hagan has been a tireless worker and her efforts during the past six years have been most appreciated. Former Students Association: Miss Lisa Watson (Year 12, 1985) one of our Foundation Students, was elected by the former students as the Foundation Chairperson of the Association. I congratulate Lisa upon her appointment and

thank her and the FSA Executive Committee for their active support of a number of College functions during 1986. Board of Management: The Board of Management has been particularly active during 1986 and are currently involved in a number of significant developments, not the least of which is a review of the fundamental aims of the College. This review has been stimulated by the presence of six new members: Miss Margaret Nadebaum (Board appointee) Miss Lisa Watson (Former Students Association appointee) Mr Denis Hagan (Treasurer: Anglican Schools' Commission Inc appointee) Mrs Beverley Bee (P & F Society appointee) Mr William Hawley (P & F Society appointee) Archdeacon Michael Pennington (Archbishop's appointee) all of whom are very welcome additions to the Board. Once again, it is my pleasure to thank the Board members, on behalf of the students, staff and parents for their dedication and hard work. Dr N. Eric Speed, Principal

PARENTS AND FRIENDS SOCIETY REPORT

Once again I am proud to present a report on the activities of the P & F Society for permanent record in COLUMBA. It is a pleasure to introduce the reports of the various sub-committees which follow, and to thank those members of the Executive who lead the groups. I would also like to record the appreciation of the Society for the work of ViceÂ Patron John Kenworthy, Vice-Presidents Monika Dunnet and Wayne Robinson, Secretary Helen Wright, her assistant Liz Rowe, and newly elected Board Representatives Bev Bee and Bill Hawley. Our thanks go out especially to those parents who have supported our College through the P & F during the year, at general meetings, social functions, Ladies' Forum meetings, site development working bees, and parent education sessions; those who have given a record amount to the Building Fund appeal in a very difficult year for many of our parents; those who support the P & F business activities in the Uniform Store and Canteen; and the many people who supported the Fete, in preparing goods beforehand, and also on stalls during the day.

All Saints' is a special school because of the way so many parents commit themselves to its development. Thank you for your help in 1986. fan Fairnie, President TREASURER'S REPORT The Fete Committee's splendid efforts will hopefully soon result in the building of the first stage of the Sports and Recreation Centre. The Uniform Store continues to prosper though not as profitably as in 1985 due to increased labour costs and discounting in an effort to dispose of obsolete stock. One disappointing aspect of fund raising has been the contributions to the Building fund. While parents' contributions were adequate to service the existing loan, they do not offer much hope for the commencement of the much need second stage of the Performing Arts Centre. Despite this we are now in a strong financial position and hopefully we can soon make some substantial contribution to the financial needs of the college. Geoff Ellen 10

EDUCATION AND LIBRARY REPORT There have been ten parent education evenings for both primary and secondary levels during 1986 covering many varied subjects Â Literacy and Numeracy at Primary Level, Mathematics for Year 8 level, controversial issues in the classroom, homework and study skills at A.S.C. Woman & The Priesthood to name a few. Parent/ Teacher interviews for Primary Department were held in Semester 1. Parent/Teacher evenings for Years 9, 10 and 11 were successful in place of individual interviews of previous years. This year has seen the successful implementation of our library computer system with two terminals available to students and staff for outline access to computer catalogue; along with facilities for print out of subject bibliographies. Currently there is preparation for automatic borrowing system for 1987, using a combination of bar code reader and bar code in books. All students have received instruction in the use of these systems. The library staff gratefully thank all volunteer helpers for their assistance during 1986. Bev Bee

Further working bees were held to extend paving of the car parking adjacent to TI and to improve the Bush Court with weeding and planting of shrubs. Special thanks to the ground staff and Bursar for their assistance to the work of the Site Development sub-committee. Clive Robartson LADIES FORUM REPORT Ladies Forum have been busy this year with the preparation for the Fete along with the opening of the Primary Department, the Music Recital, Luncheons, sewing for the Chaplain and woodwork department, not forgetting Christmas cakes and puddings. I would like to take the opportunity to thank the mothers, students and staff for their support to me during the year, making my position as Chairperson very enjoyable. It was much appreciated. Pat Wright BUILDING FUND REPORT The principal of the loan was reduced by another $15,000 this year: the amount outstanding on the original loan of $300,000 is now $255,000. High interest rates still continue to be a burden, even though the balance of the loan reduces each year. 1986 was a mixed year for the Building Fund Appeal. While more money was donated (nearly $40,(00), it came from a smaller percentage of families. the PA Centre Stage I continues to be an invaluable asset in The College educational and social life; hopefully the next stage should be possible in the near future. Bill Hawley

SOCIAL REPORT Due to the many activities organised by the Fete Committee during 1986, the social programme was scaled down to only two functions. During February, the traditional sundowner was held. Unfortunately, the weather during the late afternoon and evening was not conducive to a large attendance. In May, a dinner dance was held at The Booragoon Hotel with an attendance of some eighty parents, friends and teachers. The first function for 1987 is a Sundowner to be held on Friday, 13 February at 6 pm at the college. Further information will be circulated at a later date. We look forward to the participation of all parents in at least one of the functions in 1987. Maurice Brand

CANTEEN REPORT The sub-committee with representation from the Student Council, staff and parents, has met once each term with Mrs A. Hagan, the Canteen Manageress, to discuss canteen operations and any necessary changes to the menu, so that students can be given a choice of nutritional and satisfying food. This year an air-conditioner has been installed in the canteen. Our grateful thanks go to those mothers who have assisted once again throughout the whole year enabling the canteen to operate successfully. It is with regret that we farewell Alison Hagan from her position as Canteen Manageress. Diana Pa/mer

SITE DEVELOPMENT This year's work on site development has been concentrated in the area surrounding the Primary Department. Strong parent support early in the year enabled us to establish the playground area in time for the Official Opening on 4 May 1986. The play area was cleared, planted with instant lawn, retaining walls built and play equipment to the value of $2,000 erected with very pleasing results. 11

The culmination of a year's hard work by a lot of parents, proved to be a very profitable and joyous day. The Fete committee raised $79,000.00 gross and cleared just over $50,000. This should see the beginning of Stage 1 of the Sport and Recreation Centre in early 1987. My sincere thanks to all for a terrific effort.

UNIFORM STORE REPORT 1986 Mrs McCracken has settled into the Uniform Store, and our thanks must go to her for the marvellous job she is doing. The P & F purchased a computer for use in the Uniform Store, and this makes our stock control much easier. From next year, we will have a stable student-intake each year, and this will help to simplify our purchasing. Mrs McCracker and I would like to thank everybody who helped over the busy holiday period, and throughout the year, we'll look forward to your continued support in the coming year. J udy Male and Dianne Passmore continue to handle the second hand clothing as a service to the parents, and we are grateful for their assistance.

Monika Dunnet

FEDERAnON OF INDEPENDENT SCHOOLS PARENTS ASSOCIATION OFW.A.1986REPORT F.I.S.P .. A. is an organisation of Parents' Associations of non-Catholic independent schools. The aim of the Association is to promote and facilitate the common interest, welfare, education and advancement of participating schools. Member schools include Christ Church, St Mary's, Perth College, Guildford Grammar, Wesley, Penrhos, All Saints', Bunbury Cathedral Grammar, P.L.C. and St Stephen.

Kaye Evans

THE FETE October 25 - Fete Day turned out to be a glorious day. The weather was kind to us and the people kept coming all day. They bought all we had to offer and in some cases wanted more.

Lynne Connod & Anne Greville

STUDENT COUNCIL REPORT This year the responsibility for Year socials has been removed from the Student Council and in turn has been placed in the hands of Year Heads. The Council has however, been able to continue its support for charities through fund raising activities. The Teacher Auction Day, Forty-Hour Famine, Fun Run and Free Access Day have all been successful activities organised in order to help charitable organisations. Two mime artists came in Term II and provided us with a glimpse of an often unpublicised entertainment. Their skills proved popular during one lunchtime. The Student Council also showed support for the Perfect Strangers Concert which was organised to raise money for the P&F Fete. The Council helped to supply students to run stalls on the day of the Fete and was instrumental in organising War Cries for the Interschool swimming carnival. The Student Council has had representation on the Uniform Committee, the Canteen Committee, the Colours Committee, the Library Reform Committee and the Interhouse Activities Committee at all of which student input was gladly accepted and appreciated. The Student Council Ball this year held at the Cottesloe Civic Centre was a great chance for

The aim of the Student Council may be summarised as "a representative body elected by the students to listen to complaints or opinions of the students on different matters within the College. These complaints may then be addressed to the Principal so that action may be taken". Criticism is often tabled at the Student Council for not always achieving any visible success and indeed in my first three years on the Council I found myself fairly disillusioned as to whether the Council served any legitimate purpose. This year however has restored my faith in the worth of the Student Council's existence in this College. If the All Saints' College Student Council serves no other aim at all, it does allow the students a forum through which it can legitimately express opinions to the administra tion of the college and as such I believe it warrants the support of all students and staff in its many activities in the years to come. On talking with a number of other Prefects from other independent schools, I have been impressed to find this College has one of the most purposeful Student Councils, with the students receiving a greater amount of repre sentation than occurs in many other colleges. 12

activities were also partly funded by the Student Council. This year the nine elected members from Year 12 on the Executive Committee had much more responsibility placed on them than previous committees had endured. They now do grounds duty and are largely responsible for student behaviour in certain areas of the College. With this added responsibility has come disciplinary powers in the form of minor detentions. The purpose of these new responsibilities was to relieve staff of some of their duties and also allow the executive far greater chance for contact with younger students, and in the light of these aims the experiment has succeeded. The councillors have been cautious not to abuse these new powers or allow for an elitist or bullying situation to occur. The success of this can be judged by looking at the small number of Minor Detentions that have been handed out this year. This year has certainly been one of change, with the addition of the Grade 5 and 6 students to the Primary Department and the departure of the Deputy Principal, Mr Bednall. The Student Council and more significantly the students within the College were unfortunate to lose Mr Bednall, however we welcome the arrival of the new Assistant Principal, Mr Griffiths and offer him our full support. We often get lost in looking for all the negative points in a community and seldom take the time to notice all the good things that are constantly happening all around us. The good points in this College far outweigh the negative

BRUCE LEE

students and staff to celebrate the impending Graduation of the Year 12 students. The success of that night must be attributed to the enthusiasm shown by all who attended. The Council has also been involved in the production of a Graduation Magazine for the Graduating students and this publication of Columba for all people who are connected with the College. Badges for the graduating students were purchased and distributed by the Student Council. Singlets for official interschool

STUDENT COUNCIL -

1986

ones. The College has made a firm start and has a bright future. As such may I urge everyone that is connected with the College to seize every opportunity that comes to them to improve themselves, and therefore the College by using it to their advantage. No one can truly achieve unless they try to do their best in whatever they attempt. The College does provide the opporÂ tunities, however these are useless unless you take advantage of them. You only receive out of life what you put into it. May I wish all students the best of luck for 1987 and thank them for their support of the Student Council throughout the year. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year.

May I say thank-you to Mr Hanson and his politics class for organising the elections and on behalf of the 1986 Executive Committee may I wish the newly elected committee the best of luck in 1987, and hope you use your position in a respectable and appropriate manner so as to benefit all members of the All Saints' comm unity.

Bruce Lee College Captain

LIBRARY REPORT Well, with the arrival of the year fives and sixes this year has been a very clifferent one for the library. We began the year with an extensive orientation programme for Years 5-8 which proved to be a lot of fun and very fruitful as the students learned how to use the library effectively. Western Australia Week was celebrated throughout the College and we contributed with displays which included demonstrations of bobbin-lace making, spindle-spinning and weaving. The West Australian Young Readers' Book Award ran throughout terms 2 and 3 and reading was promoted further through our celebration of Children's Book Week in July. To coincide with the W .A. Art Gallery we had a lovely "Golden Summers" display which included showing the "Golden Summers" video. Another highlight was the visit to the College of the local author and artist Carolyn Musca, who came and spoke in the library to a selection of students - she was fascinating to listen to and I would like to thank Ms Healy who organised this. Open Day was a great success and we were able to demonstrate our on-line catalogue to parents. The computerised catalogue has been available to students since August via one terminal (now two). It has been terrific to see the way it has encouraged more efficient information retrieval for staff and students. During the year we have relied on parent help to enable us to provide a more effective service to the College, and once again I would like to express my gratitude to all the parents who have given their time in the library - thank you. Lastly, I would like to say how very much I have enjoyed my time at All Saints' College and that I wish my successor all the best in 1987.

Bruce Lee College Captain Chairperson oJ the Student Council

1987 STUDENT COUNCIL EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE ELECTIONS REPORT With the new duties and increased responsibilities that the Student Council Executive has had to face this year, all the Year 11 students were warned of what their duties entailed before they nominated for the positions. There were seven nominations for the position of the College Captain for 1987. Each one of these nominees had to deliver a policy speech to both the Year 11 students and the staff. This was done so as to acquaint the voters with the students who were campaigning for the position. The preferential voting system was used and after careful counting Craig Palmer was elected as the 1987 College Captain and Chairperson of the Student Council. Congratulations!! There were 18 nominations for the eight positions on the Executive Committee. Only the Year 11 students vote for these people and they were let off lightly in that they didn't have to give Policy Speeches. The following people deserve to be congratulated on gaining a position on the Executive Committee of the Student Council. Sarah Geary, Stephanie Schmidt, John Manus, Alistair Monson, John Redman, Michael Usher, Rolf Vickers and Steven Westle. While it is perhaps not very significant, it is interesting to note that from nine female and nine male nominations a council consisting of six boys and two girls was elected. This is the reverse of the 1986 council consisting of two boys and six girls.

Virginia Yurisich 14

CHAPLAIN'S REPORT

What is an Anglican priest to do when he arrives for a new job in an Independent Anglican School.. .. first of all, he needs to keep his head down, for he is sure to cop something. It is not easy being an identifiable religious fanatic in a modern school! I have come here from a parish in the Kimberley, which means that I have been living closer to Djakarta than to Perth for the last two years. Part of my work has been in an aboriginal community called Oombulgurri and, as you may imagine, there is a world of difference between an Aboriginal community and an independent school. So what am I doing here? Perhaps it proves that God has a sense of humour, because there could not be two more diverse worlds in which to carry out ministry. I believe that in a world which is rapidly becoming valueless (ambiguity intended) there is a need for the kingdom of God to become real to Australians. When Jesus of Nazareth walked Palestine his message, ministry and most importantly he himself were all signs of the kingdom of God. Jesus spoke of a world where God was seen to be in charge again. That was meant to mean inside human beings as well as

within the structures of society. It means a world which accepts the lordship of Christ. This implies a world where love, peace, truth, and justice are clearly seen. As with the Christian church I expect those of us who make up this school, in however small a part, to be living out the kingdom of God. Our school structures should reflect those kingdom values I have just expressed. Therefore, pastoral care should take a major part of my time. Because I believe that I am called to be a shepherd, and not a sheepdog,pastoral caring should also become part of the way in which all members of the school community act towards each other. So there is another part of my role, to facilitate people to do so. And what of spiritual development? It is my belief that all people are on a spiritual journey and that at some point in our lives we are expected to accept the challenge that Christ makes on us and to commit our lives to him Â in effect, to be part of the Kingdom of God. Teenagers especially are at that extremely exciting point in their spiritual growth. Thus, it is also part of my role to allow as many opportunities for teenagers to explore this for themselves. My role also brings me to explore and participate in many areas, one of which is a subject called Human Relations which deals with religious studies and the exploration of beliefs and values. As I draw toward the conclusion of my first year here I feel a lot has happened. My ministry has developed but I have also found myself working to adjust to this new environment. There have been moments of great reward and fulfilment interspersed with moments of tremendous tiredness and concern, joys mixed with failures. But I do look forward to many blessings next year. I must express how happy I have felt about the support I have received from students, staff and parents. I would especially like to thank the Reverend Nicol Milne for his work in preparing materials for the Human Relations subject. This work has been enormously appreciated. As this year comes to a close I would like to wish you every blessing in the Lord, that blessing to include a safe and restful conclusion to the year. Yours in Christ, Dean Griffiths CHAPLAIN

1986 DIARY SENIOR DEBATING REPORT "Better to remain silent and be thought afool ~han to speak out and remove all doubt. " Abraham Lincoln There is within the college a small, and reasonably dedicated, collection of Year 11 and 12 students practising the classic art of rhetoric. These exemplary students, the epitome of All Saints' intelligentsia, have been proudly carrying the standard for the college in the field of debating. The college fielded two senior teams in the W.A. Debating League's school competition this year, who attempted to bamboozle various other school teams with logic and wit on invariably freezing Monday nights. Both teams performed well in their respective divisions. The Year 11 team (the 'little ones' according to Mr Gare) consisting of Michael Usher, Lucinda Gould, Elaine Gibson and Stephanie Schmidt competed in Division One of the league competition. Under the competent guidance of Mr Taylor, the team won three of their four divisional fixtures which secured their place as divisional winners. The team then proceeded into the quarter and semi-finals, being defeated by St Mary's in their semi-final clash. The

Years 8 and 11 Debating Teams with Mr Taylor and his assistant Josephine Quealy.

majority of the team accepted their loss to St Mary's though 'Biscuits' Gould discreetly placed her offerings under her jumper until the girls from St Mary's embarked on their voyage back to Karrinyup.

INTERSCHOOL DEBATING TEAM

The Year 12 team were placed in Division Five and similarly won three out of four debates. The "senior" senior side consisted of Josephine "I'm the one with the debating colours" Quealy, Hana Geha, Eliza Compton and Damien Gare with Mr Stapleton providing, in order of importance, transport, moral encouragement. ... and advice. As Divisional victors the senior team successfully debated against St Joachim's in the quarter finals, and opposed Wesley in the semis. Unfortunately, Wesley abruptly halted what we were sure was going to be a winning streak straight through to the finals, by narrowly defeating us. The Year 12 team has provided a few laughs through the year, from Samantha Fox and her association with the London Tabloids to comparisons between the Jewish clergy and Mr Stapleton and the deviant filth which the movie "E.T." presented to society. It has not been a year for the faint-hearted (which perhaps explains Mr Stapleton's inability to watch his team debate in the quarter-finals). All up it has been a very successful year for All Saints Debating. Looking at the calibre of the Year 11 and junior teams, it is evident that this success should continue for many years to come. . G Dam/en are

and Dawnia Chiu. Their dedication and enthusiasm meant that we were able to select an extremely strong team to represent us at the semi final on 20th October. This was held in the Melville Civic Centre Council Chambers and our team comprising Dawnia Chiu, Gerald Mitchell and Elizabeth Dillon defeated Jandakot Primary. The final was held in the very imposing venue of the Legislative Council of Parliament House on 3rd November. Again these three students represented the College with distinction and we were very proud of their win against Bullcreek Primary.

PRIMARY DEPARTMENT

INTERSCHOOL DEBATING

This has been the inaugural year of the South West Regional Debating Competition. Twelve primary schools from this region have participated keenly in the round robin competition. All Saints' College performed extremely well and won each of their initial debates. Congratulations must go to Myfanwy Hawley, Gerald Mitchell, Elizabeth Dillon , Catherine Riley, Steven Brown, Brian Murphy

Primary Debating Team with the trophy as South-west Regional Champions.

It has been an extremely worthwhile experience for all of the Year 7 students and they have learnt many of the skills of formal public speaking.

JUNIOR DEBATING 1986 proved to be a successful year for the Junior Debating Team. The team consisting of Susan Wright, Joseph Geha and Tristan Perry were undefeated in the preliminary round winning 4 out of 4 debates. Unfortunately in the first quarter-final we were narrowly defeated by Newman College, therefore being knocked out of the competition. We would like to thank Miss Cleghorn for her support. Joseph Geha, Susan Wright

PRIMARY INTERSCHOOL DEBATING TEAM

YEAR 11 ITALIAN CLASS 1986

ITALIAN LANGUAGE CAMP Between the 25th and 27th of July, six Year 12 Italian students attended an Italian camp at Sorrento organised for TEE revision. Arriving around 6 o'clock we were quickly organised into dorms and then reported back to the dining room at 6:30 for the tea. Tea consisted of a mountain of yummy Italian food including pasta and fresh bread. Assuming we would all have to do the washing up, we were quite surprised when the teachers did it. No one touched a sink all weekend, the teachers did all the cooking and washing up. After tea we were organised into groups in which we stayed for the rest of the camp. We were required to perform a mime on the name of our group, some of which were really funny! We then had a quiz, had supper and went to bed. In the morning, we were awakened to go "footing" down to the beach. After we were refreshed by our morning jog we had breakfast and then 2 lessons for our oral practice. We then went to our groups to prepare a play for the evening's skits. Lunch followed and then we were given a few handy hints for our exam by the chief examiner Mrs Duncan. The afternoon was just left free for sport, and preparing for our plays. Some exchange students braved the cold by swimming! After tea we performed our plays and then we had a fancy dress disco. We were all

exhausted by the time we went to bed. The final day was just used for cleaning up including a treasure hunt. We were all very tired and happy when we left the campsite. Thank you to Mrs Grant and Mrs Maio for encouraging us to go and visiting us on the weekend. G eorgma . LLJlanson

INTERNATIONAL VISIT TO ITALY During the 1985-86 Christmas holidays, I was fortunate to be selected to go to Italy for two months as an exchange student. There were 25 students from Western Australia. The family I was staying with were very helpful during my stay, especially about my understanding of their way of life. I was very pleased to have the opportunity to travel to a country of which I knew very little and could expand my knowledge in many ways. While in Italy, I made many friends, who helped me to settle in quickly and experience as much of their society as possible. This experience has enabled me to appreciate my family and friends even more. I say "Buona Fortuna" to all future exchange students. Penni Horn

REPORT ON ITALIAN ACTIVITIES

EXCHANGE STUDENT On the 28th of June 1986, Giovanna Magnalbo arrived to stay with Camille Deburgh. The week prior to the commencement of school was spent showing Giovanna the traditional sights of Perth. The Italian exchange program included Giovanna attending school for the rest of her time. She seemed to settle into the Australian lifestyle well and enjoy herself. During the course of her stay she was invited to go down to Albany for one week. This enabled her to experience both city and country cultures.

S. Orru, Italian Exchange Student

Little by little, the icy curtain melted and things became better and then wonderful. They love me and I love them. I have had a very good time here at All Saints'. I have met very nice people and they have helped me to learn English. They also helped me to overcome my home sickness. Through these few short lines, I would like to say "Thank you very much" to everyone for a year I will not forget. Love, Si/via Giovanna Magnalbo

The Italian class has enjoyed having Giovanna with us and wish her the best for her future language studies. Ci manceri; Ciao Giovanna. dalla classe italiana. THANK YOU I have been at All Saints' College for eight months now but some people still do not know me. My name is Silvia Orru. I come from Sardinia (an island in the Mediterranean off Italy). From my experience here, I can say I have had a wonderful time in this country. It is very different from mine. The people and the school have a different way of thinking, even the city is different. When I arrived in Australia, I did not speak English. This made life very difficult. J had been studying French for six years. In the beginning, it was hard to be a part of my family because they had been living together for many years.

THE COLLEGE FETE On the 25th October, the All Saints' College fete was held. After a full year of preparation by parents, students and staff, the fete had finaJly arrived. There was a wide variety of stalls, including the Quilted Dove, Country Kitchen, White Elephant and Indian Cookery. Everyone attending the fete tried their hardest to win the many competitions consisting of a car raffle, won by Shani Barr; best cake decoration, unanimously won by Anna Cox on and the best decorated stall going to Country Kitchen (Jam, Marmalades, Pickles and Preserves). The coJlege also presented many displays including the College Dance Group, Fashion Parade, College Choir, Gymnastics and Band. Overall, the College Fete was considered an enormous success. We would especially like to thank the Ladies Forum, all those who assisted on the stalls, those who came along and most of all Monika Dunnet who organised it all. Katherine Smith and Marina A dams, Year nine

SCIENCE AT ALL SAINTS' The Science Department saw some interesting additions to its staff this year. Mr Lieveuse delighted his classes with his colourful dressing while Mr Chan intrigued his students with talks of strange oriental customs. The place certainly came alive with a "Bang" due to the pyromaniacal tendencies of the fun-loving Mr Phillips while Cameran Cahill was always a dab hand with the shutter.

In the Australian Schools Science Competition conducted by the University of New South Wales, two students were awarded a Certificate of High Distinction - Elizabeth Dillon in Year 7 and Michael Camarri in Year 9. Certificates of Honour were awarded the top student in each school year and these went to: Year 7 Elizabeth Dillon Year 8 Gemma Carter, Daniel Fick Year 9 Michael Camarri Year 10 Andrew Male In addition, Certificates of Distinction went to twelve Year 7, Six Year 8, Six Year 9, and ten Year 10 students. This year Australian Science in Schools Week (October 13th to 17th) was marked by several activities within the college - students in all science classes vying for jazzy science stickers, a balloon launch, science display in the library, science puzzle competition and a highly competitive team event between 7 teams from Years 5, 6, 7 and 8 to build the strongest "Newspaper and String Structure". All in all, it was a fun week.

THE WORLD RECORD LONG MOLECULE? On Thursday, 9th October, the Year 12 Chemists synthesised what they claim to be the world record for a long molecule. Drawing from the interface of a solution of 1.6-diaminohexane in water, over a solution of decanedioyl chloride in 1,1, I-trichloroethane, Or Simpson passed the end of the molecule to Larissa Morcombe and instructed her to walk away with it at a slow and regular pace. Normally in this experiment, after a metre or two, the leading student moves too

WINNERS OF SCIENCE TALENT SEARCH Left to right: Jason Chan, John Dillon, Tim Greville

In the annual Science Talent Search conducted by the Science Teachers' Association of W.A., three of our Year 10 students, John Dillon, Tim Greville and Jason Chan were most successful. They won 1st prize in the Environmental Science Section and their project was judged the second best entry overall.

World's Longest Molecule (50 metres)

Our "Merit" Titration Team.

fast, or the teacher hiccups, or other students fail to support the ever lengthening molecule, or two of the reacting monomers fail to link up, or the molecule breaks under its own weight or through chemical impurity or negligence or a student's having rough hands. On this occasion however, the miracle happened and Larissa was the epitome of slowness and regularity, Dr Simpson's nervous system was intact, the other class members duly took the strain at 2 metre intervals, Andrew Dunnet's hands had been manicured that morning, and the super-pure chemicals did exactly what they were meant to do. Larissa led the molecule right round the perimeter of the classroom and, when it became too big to fit in S3, she took it out the door amidst screamed exhortations to all and sundry to walk faster or slower or more regularly or more firmly or more gently. Finally the molecule was arrayed on the F Block Lawn, all 50 metres of it with its 291 billion carbon atoms and 36 billion nitrogen atoms - 327 billion atoms in all, covalently bonded in a chain. For the statistically minded, attached to the chain were 36 billion oxygen atoms and 540 billion hydrogen atoms - give or take one or two.

Institute of the Western Australian Institute of Technology. This is a chemical analysis competition with 90 competing teams from schools all over the State. The team of Gabriel Chan, Andrew Dunnet, and Hammond Mason came 15th, with an average error in their three analyses of one half of one percent, and they were awarded certificates of merit at the 'very good' standard at Assembly on 20 August. Our second team of Graeme Burton, Nikait Lai, and Robert Sexstone did not make it into the 'competent' bracket (5 percent error) and their certificates of participation (certificates of incompetence?) were quietly passed to them in a Peter Simpson Chemistry Class. AUSTRALIAN MATHEMATICS

COMPETITION FOR THE WESTPAC

AWARDS

On Wednesday, 6th August, all students in Year 7 attempted the Junior Division paper and all students in Year 9 and 10 attempted the Intermediate Division paper in the Australian Mathematics Competition. Of the 287 students who entered, 18 were awarded Certificates of Distinction and 78 were awarded Certificates of Merit. The best performances were recorded by Elizabeth Dillon (Year 7), Michael Camarri (Year 9) and Timothy Parkin (Year 10).

TITRATION STAKES On Tuesday 15 July two teams from All Saints' College took part in the Titration Stakes conducted by the Royal Australian Chemical

SKI TRIP REPORT 1986 From June 28 - July 5 a group of about 30 staff and students of All Saints' attended the 1986 Ski Trip at Falls Creek, Victoria. We stayed at the 'Silver Ski Lodge', much relieved at reaching our destination after a seven hour bus trip from Melbourne airport. Everyone was tired but still excited. We retired early to prepare ourselves for what, for most of us, was our first day of snow skiing. After a good night's sleep everybody was up and ready to go. All feeling very professional in our ski gear, we received our ski lift ticket and set off down the mountain to the lifts, which would take us up to our ski instructors. The instructors taught us all the basics of skiing for two hours. After the lesson we had the rest of the day to do as we pleased. All together, we had about three lessons improving on our skills. The second day of the trip it snowed all day, most us skiing and also having snow fights. It was quite difficult trying to ski at the top of the mountain, considering we had 72 km/hr head winds. After another day of fantastic skiing, we went back to the lodge. A pyjama party was held while we were at Falls Creek and prizes were given for the most

MATHEMATICS ENRICHMENT REPORT All Saint's College entered into the spirit of Mathematics this year joining in many activities offered for students by the Mathematical Association of Western Australia. Some upper school students attended Maths Circle meetings held on Friday nights at the University of Western Australia. Four Year 10 boys, Samuel Burton, John Dillon, Timothy Greville and Christopher Kelly spent a weekend playing mathematical games and joining in other activities at Noalimba in July. Three Year 10 boys, Jason Chan, John Dillon and Andrew Payne, tackled the LB.M. Talent Competition, a 2 Yz hour problem-solving paper which they found rather difficult - the best of them ending up in the top 30070 Statewide. Year 9 and 10 Mathematics Enrichment students participated in the Math-O-Quest, where John Dillon won a first prize in his division for his analysis of a Bounce Bomb. Timothy Greville and Michael Camarri were awarded Special Commendations for their projects. During National Mathematics Week all Year 7, 9 and 10 students took part in the Westpac Competition.

SKI TRIP Back Row, left to right: Sharon, Rhona, Sally Front Row, left to right: Karen, Peta, Amanda, Michaela

original staff and student. Mrs Greville won the prize for the staff and Rhona Dunnet for the students. Also whilst over there a surprise party was held for Simon Catt, which we all enjoyed. But a certain group of Year 11 boys decided that they had better things to do, like going to see the local band playing at the nearest hotel. Returning in the early hours of the morning, not thinking they would be caught, they were surprised by Mr Hanson who just happened to be walking around (Don't know why??). The boys were all given the cruellest punishment possible, they had to load all our suitcases into the bus the next day for our departure to Melbourne. We were all very upset to leave the snow and Mike and Alish, our hosts, who had been so hospitable to us throughout the whole week. For the fantastic week we all had, in the snow, we must thank Mr Stapleton, Mr Hanson, Mr and Mrs Greville, Mrs Grant and Guy Stapleton for such a great time. Thanks again. Amanda Wood

COLLEGE BAND REPORT Despite the fact that this year saw many of our most proficient Year 12 players leave, the band managed to surpass all expectations and maintain a degree of musicality. Under the leadership of Mr K.F. Maughan, the band gradually regained some of the musical excellence which was continuously displayed last year at various functions. This year, the band has performed at assemblies, the primary opening, "Trial by Jury" night, the College fete and speech night. By some arcane process, Mr Maughan has managed to keep a fairly high level of interest at each band rehearsal through the year, including a special public rehearsal on Open Day, and raise the standard of the band to mediocrity. Over the span of the year, our numbers were swelled to approximately 3D, with the inclusion of members ranging from Year 7 to Year 12. On the weekend of I November, all of the young dedicated, musically talented students, and the band, acquiesced to rehearse for their spellÂ binding performance at speech night. Although it was a disconcerting experience for Mr Kural, the camp was a success, bringing the band to a standard higher than any number of rehearsals had done throughout the year.

ALL SAINTS' COLLEGE CONCERT BAND Back Row, left to right: Adam Arnold, Stephen Wise, Jonathan Greville, Nicole Heatley, Tim Parkin, Julia ElIen,

Adam Jackson, Dylon Morgan, Marcus Hodge, Brendan Eas,ton

Middle Row, left to right: Katherine Docking, Karen Alexander, Andrew Youngs, Kyhe Chan, Mr Maughan (Band

Master), Brian Murphy, Joy Ormsby, Jason Chan, Brad~ey Spenc.er

Front Row. left to right: Marguerite Loneragan, Meredith Hodge, Mark Baldmg, Pauhne Lee, Kelly Jackson,

John Dillon, Gabriel Chan

TRAINING ORCHESTRA

Our compliments, respects and thanks must go to our band master, Mr Maughan, who has, yet again, bravely led his fine young musicians through the stages of boredom and mediocrity that is inevitable in many young bands comprising a range of abilities. Although Mr Maughan has already rewarded two of the older players, Gabriel Chan and Bradley Spencer, with college colours for their services to the band, we are sure that his thanks reach out to every member who has given great dedication, hard work and enjoyment to what has now become the College's most professional music group. Congradge, Colledge Banned!! John Dillon and Jason Chan

nervous stars preparing for their performances; the lilting, penetrating shrieks of the choirs, the musical experimentation, and the ardent discussions of the finer points of audience manipulation and stage technique ... The evening of music opened with the Training Orchestra's interpretation of Haydn followed by a short piece by Playhar. One can comment on the admirable tone of Miss Dawson's violin lead, quite comfortably in control of the subtleties of 'Krazy Klock', in all its delicate humour. The strong opening number was to promise much, and the Junior Guitar Ensemble did not disappoint, handling the precise counterpoint of Shearer's 'Etude No. l' with mastery. They captivated the audience with their diminutive presence which was overcome by their surprising virtuosity. Item number three on the programme was the Junior Choir, who presented their rendition of 'Frog and Mouse' and the charming 'Consider Yourself' from the stage production of 'Oliver'. Accompaniment for this was ably provided by Mrs Knox. The lively, musically frivolous melodies of the choir were then contrasted by the more classically inclined, stately harmonies of Koehler and Schubert, cast into the P.A. Centre by eight budding flautists.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER Â

ALL SAINTS' COLLEGE CONCERT

The inaugural All Saints' College Concert was the highlight of the artistic life of musicians in the student body and staff for the first semester. Instruments were polished, voices cleared, uniforms freshly pressed, and the very best performance etiquette observed. Backstage, in the deeper recesses of F-Block, one could soak up the tense atmosphere of 24

COLLEGE CONCERT - DRESS REHEARSAL

Jeffrey Docking's solo performance of Beethoven's 'Minuet and Trio in G' was a highly commendable effort showing obvious talent. As if to drive home this point, the Treble Boys' Choir demonstrated their singing ability as they produced the strains of 'Heave Yo Ho' and 'Stockrider's Song' by Duckworth and James respectively. Many thanks to Mrs Kirke for her sensitive and supportive role as accompanist. Not to be outdone, the senior students aired their artistic qualities. Firstly, David Scott demonstrated great dexterity and musicianship by a sound rendition of the 'Waltz' by Carulli and 'Allegro' by Guilani. Jason Chan then performed an enchanting interpretation of the Bach 'Aria in G', demonstrating that the saxophone is accreditable outside the confines of modern jazz and rock. The College Choir was next on stage, presenting an old favourite, 'Do Ray Me' from the motion picture and stage musical 'The Sound of Music', appropriately contrasted by an American traditional song, 'Sourwood Mountain'. From voices to the pure sounds of a flute, the ever changing variety of the concert turned its focus on the 'Duetto #1' by Gabrielsky, performed by the duo of Marguerite Loneragan and Joanne Robertson. This was followed by a careful interpretation of Brahms' 'Rhapsody' on the piano by Gabriel Chan, demonstrating the lyrical qualities of the solo piano in this free-ranging work. The finale to the first half was provided by the College Band under the direction of Mr Keith Maughan.

The second half of this evening of music was a production of the Gilbert & Sullivan 'Trial By Jury', the culmination of a semester of dedication by a select group of senior students in the disciplines of theatrical vocalisation and stage humour. The audience quickly warmed towards this obviously enthusiastic group as, dressed in formal evening wear, they entered the auditorium with all the pomp and ceremony of seasoned professionals. As the strains of 'Land of Hope and Glory' wafted into the air, the audience was greeted by the distinguished guest conductor and producer of the operetta, Mr John Bednall, who was by no means underdressed for the occasion. The visual impact of the group could only be described as the epitome of sartorialelegance. The opening chorus was thunderous in magnitude and dextrous in harmony, while the part singing was immaculate. Even at this early stage, the vivacity and tenacity of the music was clearly stated in a strong, confident approach. The solos were handled with sensitivity and musicianship, with good attention to dramatic effect. Even the conductor demonstrated his primal exhibitionistic urge by joining in the 'festivities', tastefully complementing the strong performance of the supporting cast, who delivered their comic sketches with fluid continuity and flawless execution. One must reserve comment for the great skill of Damien Gare in the portrayal of the Judge, whose presence no doubt was an important

COLLEGE CHOIR

JUNIOR CHOIR

contribution to the intrinsic atmosphere of fun bubbling from every bar of the music. Congratulations must also be extended to the flirtatious theatrical teamwork of all the principals, James McNeill, Rebecca Morgan, Damien Gare, Jeremy Greville, Craig Palmer and Paul Lawrence, who together bound the audience into the work with their lively and artistic interplays. A special note of acknowledgement towards the singing abilities of James McNeill in his role as the defendant must be drawn after his captivating voice reproduced the true operatic power of the tenor with such confidence and skill. A very gratified 'thank you' must be extended towards the contributors in the staff, Mr Southwell, Mrs Kirke, Mrs Knox, Mr Maughan and Mr Bednall for recognising the benefit of the event and taking steps towards the final production of an evening of high quality entertainment (even enjoyed by a certain antiÂ humanities mathematics staff member). The performers found it very satisfying and it is to be hoped that it may have inspired others in the college to take up music as part of their school life. G. Chan IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE

PLAY ON

William Shakespeare 1986 has been a year of challenge and excitement for all those involved in musical activities at All Saints'. The Junior Choir was formed at the beginning of the year and has developed into a

fine body of young singers. All 65 of them have made a number of public appearances including the opening of the Primary Department and the College Concert in June. Their repertoire is growing month by month. Our orchestra, now 24 strong, is also a most exciting development. 1 was particularly keen to see string players performing at All Saints' and now we have 9 violinists led by Jody Dawson, a member of the West Australian Youth Orchestra. Choral work in the senior school has been much more of a challenge to achieve success. It will take a number of years for music in this area to fully reach its potential. However, I am very thankful to those students who have been members this year of either the College Choir or the Treble Boys' choir. As the members of the Junior Choir graduate into the secondary school I hope many will continue with their choral activities. My eventual aim is to have a Junior Choir, a Year 8 Choir, a Year 9 Choir and the College Choir for Years 10-12 only. Only the very best students, with as much choral experience as possible, will be selected for the College Choir. All our instrumental teachers continue to be very busy and I thank them for their hard work and dedication. My thanks also go to Mr Keith Maughan for his fine work with the Concert Band, Mrs Knox and Mrs Kirke for their support throughout the year, and Karyn Cheah who has accompanied the College Choir so well.

David M. South well Director of Music 27

The attempts at shaping the boomerangs were fair and as soon as the rangs were ready for flight, warnings of the carnage to come were evident. Losses were great - bits and pieces were lying all over the metropolitan area. YeaÂ there were quite a few boomerangs broken; but fear not, there was a chance for the young pilots of this unique club to try their skill at making a second boomerang. The designs became a little more exciting and so did the flights. Luckily Â there were no losses in the rangs and with a little experience with their throwing, they were ready for competition. There was little interest at first in competition, but second semester saw a whole new group of throwers. The club gained practice on open day and a sunny day in October saw the largest turnout of All Saints' kids for the W.A. competition. Two of the three competitors gained positions in the competition. During the year, a total of 70 boomerangs were made. 70010 of these were operational. All in all, the club was a booming success. Thanks to Mr Bradshaw for helping in organising the club, the college for supplying the wood and Mr Schirinzi for allowing the use of the woodwork room. Stuart leffrey

TRENDEEZ REPORT This has been a fairly quiet year for Trendeez, the student operated store. The Year 11 students from Mr Glasheen's General Business Studies class did, however, mount a quite successful" VI price sale" which generated a lot of interest ... and money!!! The following students operated the store throughout the year: Paul Gardner, Ashley Gardner, Eddy Wong, Deon Cooke, Ben Heuchan, Vicky Johnston, Mark Cargin, Jason Anderson, Rolf Vickers, Jason Littlewood Bruce Loneragan, Jason Gregory, Matthew White, Matthew Dodd, Carl Hester. They are all congratulated on their efforts.

R.M. Glasheen

BOOMERANG CLUB The Boomerang Club started off well with a massive response for the option in Tuesday's clubs and societies period. A group of about twenty people were selected for the group.

T. McKenzie, Year JJ

THE GREAT OUTDOORS YEAR IO's TERM TWO PIONEER TUCKER

PRIMARY SCHOOL ACTIVITIES

Mrs Watts, Mrs Radford, Mrs Doughty, Mrs Parr, Mrs Robartson and Mrs Reany, our clubs would not be successful.

THE OPENING OF THE PRIMARY

DEPARTMENT

On Sunday, 4th May, it was the opening of the Primary Department. Everyone came and gathered in the P.A. centre. Dr. Speed, and the Archbishop of Perth, and also the officials walked through the doors. Everyone stood up as Mr Southwell played a song on the piano. Dr Speed came up to the microphone and welcomed everyone. We all sang hyms and every now and then, one of the officials would come out to the front and give their speech. Near the end of the occassion, the Archbishop drew the curtains to show the plaque and everyone gazed at it. The plaque said: This Plaque commemorates the dedication

and opening of the Primary Department

THE MOST REV'D DR P.P. CARNLEY

ARCHBISHOP of PERTH on

Sunday, 4 May 1986.

CHAIRMAN FOUNDA nON PRINCIPAL

Mr T. W. McAuliffe Dr N. Eric Speed

The opening finished at about 4:00 and everyone went home. One week later, some workmen came and put up the plaque on the wall outside the Year 5 classroom.

ABC CO CERT On Wednesday, 18 June, Years 5, 6 and two Year 7 classes boarded the buses to go to the first ABC Concert. We had box seats and most people could see. We all enjoyed the items, especially the clap monitor when we had to clap very hard and see what number we got up to. Other items included Star Wars with great lights and music! There were many instruments, including violins, flutes, drums, keyboards, pianos, cellos, trumpets and lots of other instruments too. We all enjoyed it very much. A young boy named Simon went up to the stage and tried to play the piano with a bit of help from the pianist. After the concert, we all crowded into the buses and went back to school.

PRIMARY CLUBS Clubs is a time which all primary students eagerly look forward to each Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. The activities cater for a wide range of interests and skills. Without the support of the following mothers, Mrs Chator,

SPORT - INTERSCHOOL This year, the Primary Department was a member of the South Canning Sports Association and therefore competed against local primary schools in swimming, athletics and a lightning carnival for football, soccer and netball. The results are:

INTERSCHOOL SWIMMING In April, the Primary Department competed in an Interschool Swimming Carnival at Canning Pool. The team comprised thirty swimmers from Years 5 to 7 competing in the 46 event programme. Due to our small number and limited grades, the carnival was handicapped. The swimmers performed very strongly, gaining six 1st places, ten 2nd places and two 3rd places. The spectators supported the college loudly and should be congratulated for their enthusiasm. All Saints' College won the Carnival convincingly by 53 points. LIGHTNINC CARNIVAL In June, we competed in a carnival at Willetton Sporting Club. The main aim of the carnival was full participation, and all Year 7s' and a few Year 6s' boys, competed in football, soccer and netball. The football team comprised Years 7 and 6 boys and we pushed, tackled and kicked our way through six games. Our results were varied and by the end of the afternoon, we still managed to drag our bruised, tired bodies around the field. After playing six games, we finished fourth in the football competition. We thoroughly enjoyed the day, but we were grateful to return to school and rest our weary limbs. The soccer team played seven games throughout the day and although we did not gain a place in the competition, we learned and improved our soccer skills. Marcus Hodge played well as goal keeper and managed to save many goals. All those who participated in the games had a very enjoyable day and although we did not return as winners, we gained from the experience.

While the boys were busy participating in football and soccer, all Year 7 girls were involved in netball. As it was a cold, windy day, everyone was glad to play a game to warm up. It was an exciting day and the results from the six teams were varied, with some not winning a game - due to our lack of shooting accuracy Â and other teams involved in very close games. Overall, the netball teams were placed sixth, but we all thoroughly enjoyed the day although our tired bodies were complaining at the end.

INTERHOUSE CARNIVALS This year, due to increased numbers at the College, the Primary Department held separate swimming and athletic carnivals, but with the points going to the overall interhouse shields. The interhouse swimming carnival was held at Bicton Pool in March and was a great success. All primary students represented their house in either novelty events, relays or individual events. The carnival commenced early in the afternoon, with each house cheering madly to support their competitors. After a long, hot day, the results were announced. First, by a narrow margin of seven points, was O'Connor, with the minor places going to Murdoch, Stirling and Forrest. The champions for each age group are as follows: Year 5 Christopher Lee Shelley Jordans Year 6 Craig Baines Gabrielle Brand Year 7 Yvette ColdweIl Ben Dixon The carnival was well run and thanks must go to Mr Lickfold and the Year 11 students. The interhouse athletics carnival was held in October. The competition was held on a beautiful spring day and all primary students strained their muscles to compete for their house. Unfortunately, the results were not as close as the Interhouse swimming, with Murdoch being the clear leaders after the field events and never looking like being beaten. There was however a close battle going on between Forrest and O'Connor for fourth place, with the position not being decided until the last relay. The final results were: Murdoch - 1,105, Stirling - 857, Forrest - 729, O'Connor - 724. The champions for each age group were: Year 5 Daniel Pearson Shelley Jordans Year 6 Brctt Heatley Naomi Caple Year 7 Rhyon Johnson Megan Perks

CROSS COUNTRY In August, all members of the Primary Department participated in the annual cross country. The course was not an easy one as it was around the school grounds and a lot of students fell into the creek. The course was 2.5 kilometres and the first boy to finish was Rhyon Johnson in 10:00 minutes and the first girl was Meg Strickland in 13:23. It was a good day for Murdoch as the first four boys and first girl were all from that house. INTERSCHOOL ATHLETICS In October, the Primary Department competed in an Interschool Athletics Carnival. The carnival was held in two parts, with the field events on the Tuesday morning and the track events on the Thursday morning. Unfortunately, we did not perform with any merit in the field events and were unplaced in all events. However, our team is to be congratulated for their effort and determination. Like the swimming, the carnival was handicapped. All Saints' College was represented by a determined team and supported by enthusiastic spectators. The competitors are to be congratulated for their efforts and competed with true sportsmanship. Although we were placed seventh overall, the Carnival was a success in terms of the competition and participation.

YEARS

FORM SA Teacher: Mrs J\. Askins Back row, left to right: J. Thomas, C. Criddle, S. Jordans, D. Coldwell, J. Theis, R. Rayner, L. Flowerdew, M. Gray, C. Lee, R. Homewood, D. Crane.

Middle row, left to right: K. Sutton, L. Watts, N. Chaku, M. Baines, R. HlImphrey, C. Radford,

K. Derbyshire, G. Wright, A. Kaczmarczyk, D. Pearson, G. Loftus, K. Brown, A. Meshgin.

Front row, left to right: S. Strickland, T. Smith, N. Robinson, S. Soderstrom, S. Binder, N. Wong.

Absent: Mrs K. Askins.

Primary Department have enjoyed it, especially the five's. These form notes were written by Lynsey Flowerdew, Kathrine Brown, Nalani Chaku, Natalie Wong and Sian Binder.

YEAR 5 FORM NOTES The new students were, of course, very nervous about coming to a new school but it wasn't as bad as we thought. Making friends was very easy as everybody was nice. The teachers were extremely helpful. We were welcomed with many new things.

BLACK STRING PUPPET THEATRE Earlier in the year, the Black String Puppet Theatre came to the school to perform in our P.A. centre. The stage was on the floor and we all had to sit or lie on a few mattresses because outside it was very wet and windy. The puppetteer stood above the stage which was covered with cardboard decorations. The background was covered with black so that we couldn't see the string. First came an old man. He introduced us to all the other puppets as they came on the stage. The next puppet on stage was a man with a turban on his head and he flew on to the stage. On his mat, he also had a big pot from which a snake arose. Then came a ballerina called Jessica. Jessica did acrobatics on a piece of string. Next, came a horse. The horse's name

CLASS LIBRARY Years 5 and 6 class library is going extremely well. We all brought books from home. Some people from Year 5 were chosen to be monitors. They are Lynsey, Laura, Daniella, Sian, Sonali, Nalani, Rochelle, Jessica, Julie, Michelle and Katherine. There are about two hundred books in the library! It has been going for six months. Mrs Askins helped us to make sure no books were damaged or lost, but other than that, we did it by ourselves. Year 5's first year at All Saints' College has been very interesting. We have been to a concert, we've had a puppet show performed for us and many other things. We have had many exciting canivals, as well. I'm sure all the 32

was Charlotte. Charlotte was a dancing horse, she danced up and down the stage. Next on stage was Carlo, the strong man. He tried to lift weights but was unable to do it on his first try. On his second try, he succeeded. In her glamorous dress, Tina Turner was the last puppet on the stage. She sang "What's Love Got To Do With It" very well. After the show had finished, we all got up and were separated into groups of five to look at all the puppets close up. After looking at all the puppets, we went back to our classroom.

surroundings. They saw lots of wires and shiny silvery roads leading this way and that. They were dazzled by the bright lights. The boys went exploring. They both went different ways. Sam went past a room with a tag on the door saying 'Memory Room'. He opened the door a little and peeped through the crack and saw lots of robot running around pulling out files and putting them back in. Sam closed the door quietly and went to look for Tom. But Tom was spying on a robot that was answering telephones. The robot was speaking in every language possible. Sam found a friendly robot instead of Tom! They went to look for Tom. Sam and the robot eventually found him. Tom asked the robot if he had a name. He did, it was Techy. Techy showed Sam and Tom where the robots play computer games. The robots don't play the game, they are in the game. They fight to amuse the king of robots. He is called 'King Clank'. King Clank's robots caught Sam and Tom but not Techy. The robots were dressing the boys up to play a computer game. Techy knew the boys would have to fight against each other until someone died, so he went to save them. Techy saw the king and said that if Sam and Tom were let go, he would fight instead. So the king let the boys go and Techy escaped with them. Techy told the boys that if they wanted to go back to the classroom they would just have to close their eyes and think of it. So Sam and Tom closed their eyes and thought of the classroom. When they opened their eyes again, they were back in the classroom. They got told off for playing with the computer because it wasn't working properly. The boys never forgot Techy and when they were in the computer.

THE TIME TUNNEL On Friday, 29 August, the school held an open day. Year 5 made a Time Tunnel. Reagan Humphreys brought in some boxes to make the base. We covered it in confetti and glitter that Sian Binder brought in. The Time Tunnei looked beautiful with the decorations. We each did an activity and then went to look at the rest of the school. It was a lot of fun and a most enjoyable day.

THE DEVIL'S PLAIN The sun is burning all life.

The ground is like a saucepan on a fire.

A crack of a bone makes an echo through the sand dunes. As the sun beats down like a whip across your back. The dusty air covers you like a heavy sheet. As the hot wind blows across your sweaty cheek, you fall And are left to rot like the others that have tried to cross The Devil's Plain. Shelley Jordans, 5A

Lynsey Flowerdew, 5A

COMPUTERS! It was just a normal, boring school day for Sam and Tom. They were sitting at their desks listening to a story they had already heard five times before. But little did they know that it was on this day that they would enter a computer! Sam and Tom were at lunch when they decided to play on the new computer. They turned the computer on. There was a blast and smoke started coming out. Sam and Tom couldn't see each other because the smoke was so thick. After a while the smoke cleared, and they realised they were no longer in the classroom. At first they were puzzled by their

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THE CUTE LITTLE CREATURE Moggwoft1e is his name, Being cute and fluffy is his game, He walks the streets and people screech "Oh it's the cute little Moggwoffle". ' They let him sleep at their house, But he doesn't stay long for he waffles all night, And eats nothing but donuts in warm milk. Ju/ie Thomas, SA

THE NIGAROO The Nigaroo Of Timbuktu Likes to eat up me and you. It's got one big eye That it uses to spy And one big toe to squash with. He's developed the habit Of eating a rabbit, Alive or stewed a day. And all morn he will crouch, Just waiting to pounce On a young child, Unsuspecting. At night he will dream Of grown ups and cream While lying in his soft bed Of rocks. L.M. Watls, SA

THE BLACK ROSE In the lonely hills of Lacoomba, grew a black rose. Only one rose and one boy lived there. The boy had a suspicion that if he pulled up the rose the hill he lived on would crumble to rubble. The boy never touched the rose until he was fifteen. On his fifteenth birthday, he found that he couldn't resist pulling it up. The Black Rose turned green, then blue, then pink, and just about every colour until it finally turned into a girl. The girl was very beautiful and of course the boy had lots of questions. The boy asked how she became a rose, who turned her into a rose and many more questions. It took him two whole hours to ask them all. Exactly one year later the girl and the boy got married. It wasn't a proper wedding but they believed it was. The night of the wedding the boy heard a voice. It sounded wicked but he wasn't afraid. The voice said not to kiss the girl more than twice or he would turn into a toad. The boy took notice and was very careful not to kiss her more than twice. They both grew up and lived very happily, but she is still waiting for her third kiss. Lynsey Flowerdew, SA

A REPORT FROM SPACE I am reporting from east of the Milky Way, zapping past me now is a destructive star about 200 years old. It is red and looks fluffy. Unfortunately our cameraman got space sick and fell out of the window so we can't take any photographs. We have just passed Venus, the Earth's twin. Noises came from down on the planet and a lightning bolt came towards us. We are now in the atmosphere of Mars. Mars is a strange planet, the humans who live on planet Earth are talking about landing on it and making what they call 'restaurants' and 'homes' and 'space centres'. That is something to look out for. Now everyone, we are landing for a short time on Mercury, we are now on the planet. The female of the species is preparing a meal for the family and the children are playing Aliens and Humans with sticks and stones. The male of the family is hunting for Ghastranoughts, a strange creature with a bump on its nose used for sugar and hair for spaghetti. The male uses a sword made from oakaroma wood burnt down to a shape of a circle with a bump for knocking animals down. The grandpa and ma are knitting socks for the children. They use a special technique of putting the string around their big toe and putting their finger in the loop and letting go. I had a turn and made a hat instead. Well, Mercury is full of food as our turtle spongey found. He was it! And we saw a soup made from granitea and spongey - it was a dreadful mess. Well, we have to go. This is Sian Binder reporting for the

Saturn Times

Sian Binder, SA

TEE-BALL Tee Ball is great But not if you are late It's easy to play You could play it all day It's better than cricket You don't need a wicket But if you don't play You'd be bored all day

O.K. Anthony Kaczmarczyk, SA 34

JUST A DISEASE What's an Easter without chocolate? What's a lolly that isn't sweet? What's the use of a chocolate icecream, if it's fallen on the street? I never can resist a bit of icecream, Even though I try Sometimes it has even made me want to die. One day they'll find a cure, to get rid of this disease. Most people call it diabetes. ow injections aren't a fuss And I don't have to miss the bus As it's just a prick in and out. You wouldn't really know it Because I don't really show it And if I did, you would pity me more But worrying is a bore, Because it's just a disease, Called diabetes. L.M. Watts, 5A

Amir Meshgir, 5A

THE BUBBLE! There was once a bubble, that got into trouble. It grew very fat, and then it went spat. So that was the end of the bubble. Sonali Soderstrom, 5A

RABBIT ADVENTURE In a valley there was a warren. This warren was ruled over by a cruel, mean rabbit chief called Claude. One of the rabbits was called Bertie. In another warren, far away was a rabbit called Laureen. A tiny nose peeped out of a burrow, followed by the whole body of a rabbit, from his twitchy nose to his bobby little tail. "Come on!" he called down the burrow to his friend Uriah. They both stared around in horror. All around them, instead of the quiet peaceful valley they'd always known, was a large bulldozer which had

dug up half the valley already. They just stood there, frozen, spell-bound and shocked. Uriah, quite an old rabbit, muttered in a shaky voice, "Disgraceful, that's what it is, disgraceful." "I can't believe it," exclaimed Bertie. One by one the rest of the warren came out. A meeting of the "rabbit council" was soon declared. The council room was full of rabbits all chattering and whispering. This all stopped when Chair Rabbit shouted "Silence! His excellency will now speak!" The chief rabbit rose, cleared his voice and said "We are in serious trouble and we must go quickly before this big thing fills in our burrow." "But how are we to escape without the fox catching us?" Bertie interrupted. "How dare you speak when I'm speaking!" boomed the cruel, angry Claude. "I'm sorry, your excellency. I'm very sorry!" But it was too late, the three chief soldier rabbits came forward. They scratched his ears, until they bled and drooped. Then they kicked him out of the warren. Bertie sat shivering outside. His ears hurt and his leg was aching. Uriah hobbled out of the warren. "Run away quickly," he told Bertie. "Now Claude's started thinking that you were hinting to get the whole warren killed!" whispered the humble old rabbit, for fear of a soldier rabbit appearing at any minute. "But what about you, Uriah?" asked Bertie nervously, rubbing his sore leg. "Oh, I am getting too old," replied Uriah. "Run away quickly and luck be with you." "Goodbye, Uriah." "Goodbye, Bertie." Bertie limped over the hill. Uriah stood there till Bertie was a dot on the horizon, then he slipped back into the warren. Bertie looked around. He'd come to the forest, a place where no rabbit had ventured to go before. Should he? What if the fox caught him? He decided to take that risk. He started to creep in. He suddenly caught sight of a fox in the distance. He froze. The wind was blowing towards his face, so luckily, the fox couldn't smell his odour. All at once Bertie realised it wasn't he who was in danger, it was another rabbit, a doe! The poor thing was shivering with fright. If he could rescue this doe they could have a litter and bring up a warren! Without thinking about what he was doing, Bertie darted out in front of the fox and pushed the doe behind a bush. "Who are you?" she asked. "No time for questions, just stay here," Bertie answered hurriedly. But when he came out from behind the bush, the fox had gone. He poked his head behind the bush again. "What's the matter?" asked the doe, "you scared?" "HÂ H-e's gone," stuttered Bertie. "Sure?" asked the doe cautiously. "Positive," replied the 35

nervous Bertie. "Well, that's settled," sighed the doe, then she asked, "What's your name?" "Bertie," answered Bertie. "My name is Laureen," said the doe, "why are you in the forest?" Bertie explained everything that had happened, then he told her his plan. When he'd finished, she nodded and said, "I will come with you. " Bertie and Laureen were getting hungry. Soon they came to a patch of carrots. Laureen was just about to eat them when Bertie cried "Hold on!" He tugged at one of the carrots. A rabbit trap sprang up. Right on Bertie's leg! "Help!" he cried. Laureen saw that the trap on Bertie's leg was very heavy. To lift it would be almost impossible. Laureen put her head on Bertie's body and cried. Then there was a sudden rustle of leaves and footsteps. A tall boy appeared. Laureen slunk back in fear. But the boy smiled and bent down. Very gently, he lifted the bar that held Bertie's leg and carefully picked him up. He kicked the horrible trap away. Laureen got a bit closer to him and let the boy pat her ears. The boy started to walk off but Laureen followed. Finally, the boy crouched down and picked her up as well. She snuggled up into his warm, woolly jumper and fell asleep. When she woke up, she found herself in a box with straw in it, in a kitchen. A little further away sitting at a table was the boy nursing Bertie in his arms. Bertie had a white bandage on his leg. Laureen poked her head up over the side of the box. The boy laughed and said, "You awake now?" But, of course, Laureen didn't understand what the boy was saying. The boy stood up. He was a pretty tall boy with brown hair and brown eyes that shone like stars. He walked over to the fridge and came back with a carrot. The boy held it out to Laureen. Laureen backed away, thinking about what happened to Bertie. "Come on," the boy coaxed, "have something to eat." Laureen took a quick bite, half expecting to see a trap fall on top of her. The boy stroked Laureen's soft, fluffy ears and muttered "Poor little thing". A lot of things happened in the next two weeks. Laureen found out that the boy's name was Paul. A rabbit hutch was made. It was warm and Laureen had plenty of food. She didn't even mind if she was locked up. Bertie started getting better. Before, he wouldn't eat a thing. But soon he had a nibble or two (or three or four!) on a carrot. When he was strong enough, Paul put him into the hutch. When Bertie saw Laureen, he

cried "Laureen!" and when Laureen saw Bertie, she cried "Bertie!" They were very pleased to see each other. Paul checked on them everyday. Each day, Bertie's leg grew stronger. One day, when Laureen woke up, she found Bertie trying to open the cage door. "What are you doing?" asked Laureen. "Trying to get out," muttered Bertie. "Why?" asked Laureen imploringly. Bertie looked at her and then laughed. "Ha, I don't know!" They both laughed. "Do you know what?" Laureen said matter-of-factly, "we haven't got a care in the world here!" In another week, Bertie's leg was better. Paul came over to the hutch and opened the door. The rabbits didn't dart out because they trusted Paul now. He reached in and grabbed hold of Bertie. "Let's have a look at you," he whjspered. Paul unravelled the bandage on Bertie's leg. "That looks a lot better doesn't it?" he muttered to no one in particular. He put Bertie back in the hutch and closed the door. Bertie hopped around as if he couldn't believe it. Later on that day, Paul took both of them out of the hutch in the backyard. In the backyard was a clothes line, a workshop and a slide and swings. Paul put Bertie and Laureen down by the swings. But they were puzzled. Did Paul mean for them to run away? No, because he was sitting next to them by the swings. Bertie suddenly knew what to do! He hopped (limping a little bit) over to the clothes line. Laureen followed, a bit puzzled still. After that, Paul always took them into the backyard. They definitely weren't bored or scared, and each day they made new discoveries. Next summer, Laureen had a litter of rabbits. One had the slightest limp like his father. And they all had soft silky ears. Paul was pleased as well and let them run around the backyard. And at night in the rabbit hutch, Bertie would tell of his adventures. How he got caught in a rabbit trap and Paul had rescued him. (Laureen always reminded him that she'd helped as well!) And they all grew up to be strong, healthy rabbits like their mother and father. Laura Watts, 5A ON THE MOON

"Hi mum," I shouted. "Hi, darling," she almost sang back. My mum was an astronaut. She had just been to the Space Centre for some good news. Before dinner I decided to make a space station with Leggo. During dinner my sisters kept on gabbling, then my brother said, "What is the good news,

O.T.C.E.S.S.

mum?" Mum replied "Well. .. I have been chosen to ... to head the first colony on the ... on the moon." My dad choked on his meat. "And I want you all to come." I replied " WELL, I'M NOT," and I stomped to my room and made a list like this: Advantages Disadvantages I. Could become Leaving friends famous 2. Friendly monsters Something go wrong 3. My own moon Monsters on the buggy moon 4. Family with me Wearing a spacesuit 5. Ride in a rocket Fall into craters After hours, minutes, seconds, days, weeks, I finally decided what to do. I would go. After all I could visit earth and if there was something bad, I would still be with my family and other families. Jessica Theis, 5A

27.5.86 167 Hensman St South Perth 6151 Dear Madam, I am very concerned about your jumping up when I came to tell you this: There is no need to be afraid of me. I am smaller than you and I am cute and cuddly. I was very distressed too. When I came to tell you your pipe is leaking I was trying to catch your attention while you were screaming on your best pine chair. Now minor matters like these aren't too serious but if I come again don't have a nervous breakdown and don't be scared of me as the above. Yours Micely, Sir Montague R. Mouse Sian Binder, 5A

Amanda McAppion, Year 12

YEAR 6

FORM 6P Teacher: Mr K. Pitman Back row, left to right: A. Wall, M. Dawson, S. Brand, K. Johnston, J. Leckie, G. Ellioll, S. Spence, S. Tyrrell, B. Heatley, C. Baines, A. Wragg, F. Kotai.

Middle row, left to right: J. Docking, R. Mumme, K. Johnson, C. Pozzari, J. Halvorsen, A. Milner, A. Wise,

D. Grimbly, E. Pearson, N. Caple, N. Cossill, M. Webster. FrOfll row, lefllo right: T. Doughty, K. Morris, 1. Alexander, G. Brand, P. Hatch, B. Philp.

6P FORM NOTES February 1986 was a new experience for the students of Year Six. Not only were we in a new school, but also a brand new Primary Department. Everybody was excited and nervous on the first day. A new experience for us was attending Holy Communion in the P.A. centre. For the first few days, everybody was very quiet and busy settling in. There were many new subjects such as Language Studies and Religious Education which we found to be very interesting. Added to these, we went off to Music, Physical Education, and Art in the Senior School. One of the hardest things we had to get used to was that there were no sirens to tell us when to change periods or go back into class. We soon became very conscious of our watches. In the second part of first semester, we went to an A.B.C. concert at the Concert Hall. Initially, we thought it was going to be all classical music, however, it turned out to be completely different and very enjoyable. We also had a visit from the Black String Puppet Theatre. We were all intrigued by how

all the puppets seemed to move by themselves. The whole performance was centred around a circus and included such characters as, a tight rope walker, a weight lifter and a Tina Turner singer. After the end of semester holidays, we settled down to a long, slow moving term and it was a relief when the mid-semester break finally arrived. Our major event of the year was a Year Six camp to a farm in Kondinin. There we learned about many aspects of the farming life such as bailing hay, harvesting wheat and barley, and shearing sheep. We stayed in the shearers' quarters and an old farm house which turned out to be a real experience. A day was spent in the town of Kondinin getting to know the local people and having a tuck-shop lunch with the Primary school children. Living in a country town is certainly a lot different from living in the city. On the Thursday, we went to Hyden and spent the day looking at Wave Rock, Hippo's Yawn and many other interesting natural features in the area. The night time activities proved to be very 38

exciting and a lot of fun. One night we went out Spot Lighting, on the back of two farm utes, to observe the wild life, kangaroos, rabbits and foxes. Chasing after the rabbits was very funny. Needless to say we didn't catch any. On another night, we had a Lantern Stalk. Walking and creeping through virgin bush certainly kept our wits about us. The trip home was a long and tiring one. Everybody was glad when we finally arrived back in the school grounds. We were all sad to see the camp come to a conclusion but the experiences we had made it very successful. As the year drew to a close, we were able to look back and appreciate our first year at All Saints' College and look forward to Year Seven in 1987.

"AUSTRALIA'S WONDERLAND" On the Rollercoaster, going high and low, Spending all your money on the new side shows. Panning for gold in the GOLDRUSH, J ousting in MEDlEVAL FAIRE, Or maybe even standing Near the 'DRAGON'S LAIR' Going through the rainbow, Into HANNA BARBERA LAND, Getting onto different rides, Or listening to a band. Far away in New South Wales is "AUSTRALIA'S WONDERLAND". You just have to fly there over sea and sand. E/aine Pearson, 6P

PEACE The dove survives from the veil of war and violence. But it is struggling for peace, struggling to stop a war from which no one benefits. The dove lives through disease, pollution and even death. Long after the earth dies, the dove will live on new worlds, fighting. Fighting the battle for peace. Francis Kotai, 6P BEAUTY Have you seen the beautiful flower as the petals open up and the water drips off from last night's rain. How proud the owner is to see a whole bunch of these in her garden but she knows they won't last long as tomorrow, her grand-children are coming and grandma knows the kids run all over her garden bed. Michae/ Webster,6P

THE RUNA WAY TRAIN In the plush room of an executive of the Great Western Railways building a bitter conversation was going on. "I tell you I'm not crazy!" said an angry voice. "I'm afraid you are. Tests have proven that you are . . . urn . . . mentally unstable," said a calm but firm voice, "and we are forced to retire you from service." A tall thin man wearing a loose shirt and loose jeans, with brown hair and a look of anger on his face exits the room. The man rushes down the steps and trips on the tread on the second flight of stairs. A shout of pain shatters the silence of the stair-well and a trickle of blood stains the carpet. The building is silent, the man has left. Inside a house in the country ... "I told them and told them that I'm not mad, but they wouldn't believe me, they just would not believe me!" and the smashing of china breaks the silence of the night air. "I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!" the man shouts. The next morning, the man, dressed in the same loose shirt and jeans that he wore to see the executive, walked calmly out of the house. He could smell the fresh smell of the moist earth. He walked through a field full of grass-like weeds whose seeds made his legs itch. In the distance he could see the town's station. It was a small station with a grey roof and walls of gum tree wood. He could remember the station the first time he saw it. It was a makeshift construction, made from scraps of metal and wood. He could also remember the house he grew up in. It was a small and foul-smelling house. He could remember the beatings he got when he had been naughty. All his family had been killed by a plague. He was taken under the wing of an old couple who had also died a few years after his first job. His thoughts were interrupted by a rabbit that he had startled. He was now very close to the station. The man approached the station. The ancient sign swung in the breeze, it said "LEON". The dusty track leading up to the station had half dead creepers lining it with a fence on which to climb. A hole near the track betrayed the presence of a rabbit, but nobody had taken steps to drive it away. He could see the station master through the branches of a dead tree. The short, fat man had fallen asleep in his blue uniform and cap. The man didn't dare enter the bookingÂ hall for fear of someone seeing him because he was supposed to have left town the day before. He went round to the platform. He climbed up, dodging all the holes, and he saw his target. The green, red and gold engine was empty and he knew just what to do. Due to his training as an engine driver and workman for the G.W.R. he

knew just how to uncouple and drive the engine. After a quick flick of his hand to uncouple the red and gold cars, and the tightening of his muscles as he started the engine, he was off! The station master who had been awakened by the noise of the train leaving, cried into the telephone "Police, police, a runaway train has just left here, get a railblock somewhere on the line!". The policeman on the other end said "Right, we'll be getting four cars down to Carl station. Don't worry, we'll stop it." The engine was racing along the rails, but the man was determined to get to the end of the line before the police could stop him. So he opened the regulator to let more steam in to pick up speed. The wheels flashed in the sun as they whizzed along. "Let's see if they think I'm mad now!" he chortled to himself. At Carl station the police had set up a strong railblock to withstand the force of a fast moving train. A telephone call came through, "Hey, that train that you reported to be a runaway, well, it ain't. I saw some bloke drivin' it, and by the speed he's goin', he's a proper nutcase!" The engine raced through many unused stations, old and neglected, their platforms riddled with holes. He passed through a small bush-fire and saw a disused factory, which had seen better days. Each minute brought him nearer to the railblock. The police at Carl station heard the engine approaching. Then they saw the smoke, and then they saw the engine itself. "Oh great, a railblock, just what I needed." He could see the police running away, their blue uniforms dusty with putting up the railblock. Opening the regulator to full so the engine shot ahead towards the railblock, the man jumped out and ran towards a small but modern engine and started it up. He heard the crash of the rail block behind him. But the police did not give chase! They just laughed. A few baffled and confused bystanders went up to them and asked "Why aren't you chasing him?". "Because," laughed a policeman "because that line ends up on a jetty. And that engine was there for repairs, it doesn't have any brakes!" The man was thrilled with the new engine. It was a blue diesel engine and it was very, very fast. He went through tunnels, forests and fields and saw many animals. He could see that he was approaching the sea. He knew he must stop soon. He saw a station and tried to slow down, but the engine wouldn't stop! He raced past the station, and, as he turned a corner "Oh my". The engine sank under the waves. He jumped out of the diesel before it struck the water. He entered the water with a

tremendous splash. All he could see for a few seconds was bubbles. He surfaced and struck out for the open sea, hoping to return in the cover of the dark. But a police launch ended his hopes. The boat turned round to pick him up. He was given hot soup and a bed and a guard for him to talk to! "You are charged with stealing a vintage steam engine, and in the course of your actions, led it to be destroyed. You are also charged with stealing a shunter engine, and in the course of your actions it was also destroyed. The total is either a fine of $30,000 or 20 months in jail." "My client must take the 20 months in jail Your Honour, for he cannot pay the fine," replied the lawyer. "EXTRA, EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT, JESSE McFALCON HIJACKS TRAIN!" The man had got what he wanted, but it didn't end the way he liked! Jeffrey Docking, 6P

HAIKUSÂ

THE MORNING The dew drops glisten As the morning brings the sun And the last star fades Natalie Cossill, 6P

THE DEAD FLOWER The dead flower sits Upon a dark rocky ridge As the storm begins Kylie Johnston, 6P

FLOWER Moving with the wind The rose bends low Then straightening, lets her scent flow. Teleri Doughty, 6P

THE FLOWER The flower is delicate It sways gently with the wind How peaceful it seems

P. Hatch, 6P

LACE AND RIBBONS In the days of old world and charm, When madames were called ma'am, There was lace on the collars and lace on the frills And lace to decorate the window sills. A ribbon here, a ribbon there, Depicting the ladies natural flair. Flowing dresses, exquisite gowns, Delighted even those Wilh darkened frowns. So lace and rib bans are here to stay, Worn with pleasure every day. Young and old still sense the romance, Of yesteryear and all it enhanced. Shenai Brand, 6P

HAPPINESS IS ... Happiness is knowing your family is there Happiness is blow drying your hair Happiness is sleeping in your own bed Happiness is wearing a cap on your head Feeling happy Eating apples Knowing your teddy is there Happiness is being with someone you love Gabrielle Brand, 6P

Usa George, Year 12

YEAR 7

FORM 7C Teacher: Mrs L. Cannings right: M. Perks, 1. Smirke, S. Poon, R. Johnson, S. Brown, G. Mitchell, M. Dunn, R. Denboer, M. Alexander, D. Russell, M. Littlewood, U. Gan.

Middle row, lefllo righl: L. Ting, A. Bowden, Y. Coldwell, R. Abberlon, T. Buries, R. Hogg, B. Llewellin,

A. ChayLOr, M. Ralph, J. Page, N. Shaw. Fronl row, left to right: L. McGuire, D. Chiu, M. Hawley, E. Langridge, M. Slrickland, C. Thomas. Absenl: J. Guy.

Back row, left

parents, friends and visitors. First term went very quickly and by the time we returned in second term, All Saints' College was part of our life - had we known any other? We have enjoyed the many different and varied subjects we have been taught - going to different teachers and using all the facilities of the college. We all have worked hard this year, entering many competitions such as the Young Writers' Award, Book Week Competition, Mathematics and Science Competition and Debating. We have also enjoyed visits to Parliament House and to Alcoa's mine site at Pinjarra. Our final year as primary students has been an exciting and demanding one and we have enjoyed the challenges placed on us. We are grateful to have been a part of the history of the college, being the first students in the New Primary Department Building. We know we will look back on our first year at All Saints' College with many memories and we are now prepared for Year 8, but we will miss the adventure playground.

7C FORM NOTES Year 7 has been an exciting year for us all. On the first day of school, we arrived at the new Primary Department block with mixed emotions - some looking forward to the new year at a new school, new teachers and friends - the prospects were exciting. Others were very unsure of their new surroundings and felt very frightened. Within a week, everyone had made friends and could manage to journey around the school to our many lessons without maps or having to ask the way. Our year has been a very busy and exciting one. Our second week of school was spent at Rottnest - to some, it was more like a physical endurance test. If you could survive the long rides, we decided, we could survive any challenges All Saints' could offer. The camp was an excellent way to get to know each other and our teachers. First term saw the official opening of the Primary Department Building and we worked hard to prepare displays of our work to show 42

FORM 7W Teacher: Mrs J. Williams Back row, le/I to right: B. Oixon, S. Came, O. Knight, M. Warman, G. Lyons, G. Crankshaw, M. Hodge, J. Robartson, K. Parker, K. Castle, E. Redman.

Middle row, left 10 right: B. Murphy, .S. Atkinson,D. Sargant, O. Robartson, T. Whyte, P. Burton, K. Parr, S. Hill,

C. Rlley, R. Mormon, C. Anthony, T. Humphries.

Front row, le/Ita right: E. Oillon, J. Usher, C. Reany, S. Chescoe, E. Homewood, E. Horn.

7W FORM NOTES Day one! All our class were very nervous about commencing at a new school and not knowing anyone very well. As we became more familiar with our surroundings, we soon found friends and started to get used to the All Saints' system, the Primary section and Mrs Williams. As members of 7W, we were all looking forward to a year of fun and laughter and perhaps not too much hard work. We had one week at school and then it was off to Rotto for a week where we were able to get to know each other even better. As soon as we arrived there, Mrs Williams sent us on a 47km ride around the island. That set the pace for the rest of the camp which is one we will all remember - especially our sore posteriors. But it was really a great start to Year 7. We have enjoyed many excursions. As part of our mining unit in Social Studies, Mrs Williams and Mrs Cannings carted us off to Alcoa on an educational visit. Same people felt the bus trip there and back was the highlight of the day. Then there was the trip to Fremantle and the Maritime Museum. Included in this package tour were some very interesting worksheets. We

were also involved in the topic of government and the law, so it was off to Parliament House where we visited the Legislative Assembly and the Legislative Council. At the end of this very informative tour, we were rewarded with a free drink, so it wasn't all that bad. The Black String Puppet Group came to perform for us and we visited the Concert Hall to hear the ABC Orchestra and also His Majesty's Theatre for a ballet performance. These were all most enjoyable. Third and fourth terms included a lot of debating and we are very proud of Brian Murphy, Catherine Riley and Elizabeth Dillon who represented us so well in the Inter-school debating competition. Our classroom always looks lovely but we worked like ants to make our room look especially attractive for the Opening and Dedication of the Primary Department and later on for Open Day. At the end of the year we all looked forward to our Year 7 social. I hope our teachers enjoyed it as much as we did. The class had been very fortunate to have two such dedicated Student Council RepreÂ 43

sentatives. Brian Murphy and Jane Usher have worked very hard on behalf of the 7W students. Well, we have played hard and worked hard with constant goadings from Mrs Williams, and our other teachers have provided us with some light relief. All in all it has been a great year for 7W.

we had the first rain for the week. That night, we had a fancy dress. The next morning, we packed and headed into town to catch the ferry home. It was a fantastic week. Marc Alexander and Nathan Shaw.

JUMP ROPE FOR HEART On the 20th October, the Year 7's participated in "Jump Rope for Heart". We were in groups of six and skipped for 45 minutes. Everyone was sponsored and all the money went to the "Heart Foundation of Australia". We all enjoyed it and thanks go to Mrs Cannings and Mrs Williams for helping us to enjoy our skipping more. Amanda

THE STORY OF JESSE JAGUAR Hi, I'm Jesse Jaguar and I was born in Coventry, England in 1949. My first owner was Sir Henry Lyons, who owned an estate in Wiltshire. I spent the first five years of my life there, being driven through the English countryside and to parties and other social gatherings my lord and lady attended. In 1954, I was auctioned off to an American millionaire, who later entered me in the Monte Carlo Rally. On the day of the race, I was really nervous. I was so nervous that the spark plugs almost sparked by themselves. I finally got over the tension. I was driven to the starting area. The light changed to green. All of a sudden, I was racing down the road. Soon I was in eleventh place. The driver shifted me into fourth gear. I could see my first rival car. I overtook him. Two miles more and I had reached my first checkpoint. I had overtaken six cars and was on the ninth checkpoint. One more to go. My accelerator was pushed down hard and I gave it all I had and at the finish, I was third. A period of unsteadiness for me came then. I was already 30 years old, which is a difficult age for a car. I have been in many car yards and many different people have driven me. Now I am considered an antique and will live out my days among a Rolls Royce, a Toyota (4WD), Holden and Mini Moke in the back yard of my present owner in Wembley, W.A. Ury Gan, 7e

ROTTNEST CAMP REPORT - 7S On Monday, the tenth of February, the second week of term one, the Year 7s went on a camp to Rottnest. We arrived at 11:15a.m. and rode south to the Kingstown Barracks. The object of our camp was to get to know one another. We went on rides almost every day, to all over the island. This was very tiring. That night, we all watched a video called "The Karate Kid". All of us enjoyed it. The following day, we went snorkelling with Mrs Williams. It was fascinating to see all of the different fish and coral. After the snorkelling, we rode to the main jetty to catch the glass viewing boat called "The Underwater Explorer". We saw the wrecks of very old ships and many species of fish. The next day, first thing, we went down to the closest beach for a sandcastle competition and a scavenger hunt. We also visited the Maritime Museum which showed us many interesting things. That night we played a game called "Lantern Stalk" . Early the next day, we went on the ketch "Tasman". It was really good fun. On the boat, we did several things such as being towed from a rope and jumping off the "rat ladders". In these rat ladders, there are ten steps. The next morning, we all went to Parker Point to have a swim. That night, we went to a restaurant. We all enjoyed it. On the way back

THE FLASHLIGHT My flashlight leads me through the dark like a dog with a bright yellow eye, It sniffs at the edges of trees and shrubs lying on the ground, With its one bright yellow eye, It searches through, through the dusky dark, for a trail that must be found, Searching, searching, searching, Until I finally tread upon our home ground. Simon Poon, 7e 44

NEW IDEAS Said the Easter Bunny to his wife, one year,

"Let's do something different this year.

No more Easter eggs, no more candy,

No, no, not that, they might start going for

their father's brandy." Said his wife, "I'm sick of making silly chocolate Easter Eggs, Even the different ones, the ones with legs. Come, come, Easter Bunny, let's make a plan, All the Easter eggs we shall ban." "1 know," the Easter Bunny cried, "let's give them chocolate bars to eat, But I'm sure that wouldn't go off as a treat, All the children would cry out and say, "We can get those any day". "Hey," the little wife cried in delight, "Plastic eggs, that's it, But 1 bet they wouldn't like that one little bit. And then they would start to whimper and whine, (At least they won't say 'It's mine' 'No it's mine')." "Oh hang," said the Bunny, "this is a silly idea Let's go back to what we did every year." Clare Anlhony, 7W

certainly be a very good one, judging from the quality of your school work." "Do you promise not to tell anyone if I let you into a secret?," Charley asked quietly. "I cross my heart," said Mrs Williams. "All right, come on in. I 'H show you my homework machine. Mum and dad won't be home for another hour," whispered Charley. He led the way along a passage to his bedroom and opened the door. In the middle of the room was a huge machine. "My homework machine," said Charley proudly. On one end was a basket with a sign saying "WORK TO BE DONE". Charley explained how the massive machine worked. "I put my Homework Diary in the 'WORK TO BE DONE' basket, along with any notes from class and press this 'START' button and my homework - all of it - is finished in five minutes. If I have to watch a television program, take notes from it and write out a summary of the show, then I just hook this television set up before I press 'START' and it watches the program and does the summary for me. After gathering all the information it needs, my Homework Machine prints everything out for me and it lands in this 'FINISHED WORK' basket." "This is a fantastic machine, Chariey. Where on earth did you get it?" said a dumbfounded Mrs Williams. "Oh, I built it myself," said Charley casually. "If you like, I'll make you a Marking Machine tonight - I could have it delivered tomorrow and it would mean you wouldn't have to mark a thing again in your life!" "So long as you let me mark your work, then I'll have a marking machine," said Mrs Williams. That was a terrible mistake, for that Thursday the students in her class were infuriated that she should give them work that had been marked by a computer, although they did their own homework on computers. The students wanted back the nice red ticks Mrs Williams gave them, with the comments such as 'Watch your spelling, lane' or 'Remember punctuation, Tim'. Nobody liked the cold, stiff and red crosses and ticks the Marking Machine gave them.They really did miss the cheery comments they used to get. Unfortunately for the students, other teachers had rushed out and bought the Marking Machines, as a new company had just started up, selling them as their only product. All this caused a lot of trouble. Students were refusing to go to school because they hated the Marking Machines so much. Dr Speed was frantic with worry about what to do. If he banned Marking Machines, then the teachers

THE HOMEWORK MACHINE Charley Smithford was the best student at All Saints' College. All the teachers liked him, especially Mrs. Cannings, for he always did his work and handed it in on time. However, they were mystified as to how he managed it, for it was well known that every lunchtime he was at some activity or another, and every day after school he had something on. Saturdays, Charley spent working at the library, and all Sunday, he was at church. All of Charley's homework was done on a computer, and staff were beginning to get suspicious that someone was doing Charley's homework for him. Mrs Williams decided to go to Charley's house and ask him could she see his computer, for the quality of his work was so high she wanted to see the fantastic computer he did it 011. So, late one Tuesday afternoon, she set off to see Charley's computer, and determined to find out how he did his homework without mistakes and better than she herself could do. Charley answered the door to Mrs Williams' ring and was rather surprised to see his form teacher on the porch. "Can I help you, Mrs Williams?" he asked politely. "Yes, Charley, 1 would like to see your computer," replied Mrs Williams. "It must 45

would hate him. If he said Marking Machines could be used, then the students would hate him. There seemed to be no way out, as whatever he did, someone would hate him. Finally, Mrs Knox found a solution to the dilemma. The teachers could use Marking Machines as long as they only marked half of the work with them, and did the rest by hand. The students could use computers and Homework Machines as long as they too only used them for half their work, and did the rest by hand. And what became of Charley Smithford? He waited until he graduated, and then joined the Marking Machine company. The company soon began producing Homework Machines and eventually Charley became President of Marking and Homework Machines International,otherwise known as M.A.H.M.\. Everyone who went to All Saints' College lived happily every after in Perth, Western Australia and told their children and their grandchildren and their great-grandchildren of the Great Homework Machine Dilemma. Elizabeth DiI/on, 7W

THE SLYGGLE As he sits behind the door,

He's thinking of the class from ceiling

to floor. Of ways to make the good real bad, And the bad quite utterly mad. Behind you he creeps and, And so quiet he keeps. He shuffles all round, Till he finds a place on the ground. He makes you all nervous, stutter and stammer, And makes everything wrong, even your grammar. Then that night, he gets all your books, And changes everything, even its looks. Then he runs away laughing, hee-hee, haa-haa, How far does he run? How far? How far? So you won't meet up with him, I hope, For he isn't a very nice sort of bloke. Ignore everything (except your teacher), And then you won't run into this horrid little creature. Clare Anthony, 7W

Mark Litt/ewood, Year 7

JELLY BEANS! On top of the shelf,

There are Millions of jellybeans, Sitting in a jar. Bright, vibrant colours, Enough to make you stare, I've always wondered, Who put them up there. Many hours I've spent thinking, How to get them down, For then I'd be a jelly queen, With a jelly crown. All day I'd eat those jelly beans, And then some more at night, I would sit down eating jelly beans, Three in one big bite! I've tried to reach those jelly beans, But I know I am too small, For the only person who can reach them, Is very, very tall. Catherine Riley, 7W

THE CHAIR One day, a little girl sat upon her chair, It yelled, "Oh, no you don't!" and kicked her in the air. "You've got my skin all dirty, you foolish little child. For I am very beautiful and next time I won't be so mild. So, next time you seat yourself, Kindly find another place Or you will be a serious hospital case." So, next time you sit down, Beware! Chairs never fool around. Dawnia Chiu, 7C

out a bike which had two wings. (Mrs Smith gave a little giggle.) "And now for my newest invention, 'The Flycycle' ,"said Mark and with that he hopped on bike and started to pedal excitedly. Suddenly, he was flying up into the air and into the clouds. "Oh, my goodness," said Mrs Smith and fainted in her chair. Suddenly the flycycle began to shake and rattle. Was he entering an unknown world? Then suddenly in front of his eyes lay a gigantic castle, with a beautiful garden all around it leading up to the front dooLMark decided to land but he didn't know how, so he started to pedal slowly. BUMP, CRASH, WOLLOP! Mark seemed to be alright, but as he got up, he was greeted by two people dressed like a King and Queen. "Hello, who are you?" asked the King. "I'm Mark, who are you?" The King and Queen explained who they were and that Mark was welcome to stay in their world called 'The Never, Never Land'. Mark didn't stay in this new land he had found for very long, for he was too excited and all he could think of at that moment was to tell his friends all about the newest invention and of course, his adventure. So Mark said goodbye and started to pedal vigorously. He was soon in the air and waved goodbye to his friends from through the clouds. When his house was in sight, his parents were waiting for him to tell them about his adventure of 'The Flycycle'. loanne Robartson, 7W

THE VOODOO GURU Wax dollies, pins and bones, pain and torture's here, Turn to stone when you look at me, my warts and drooling leer. If you don't tickle my fancy, at you I'll point the bone, Go Away! Get out of my cave! You're in the danger zone. I'll slash off your fingers, one by one, and burn your toes to coal, I'll crush your bones, squash your brain, and then I'll possess your soul. I'll warn you once, but then no more,

to stay right out of my way,

For if you don't, never again will you

see the light of day. Kellie Castle, 7W

THE FLYCYCLE "Mum, wake up, and come see my new invention," said Mark tugging at his mum's arm to get her awake. "Oh, O.K." said Mrs Smith and got out of bed to throw on her dressing gown and follow Mark down to the backyard. Mark had always dreamed of being a professor and inventing all sorts of exciting and creative inventions. Betsy, Mark's sister, was already waiting down at the barn door, with a chair for her mother. When Mrs Smith was seated in her chair, Mark opened the barn door and wheeled

THE FAG Once there was a big, black fag, Who fell in love with his own price tag. They went up North to get them wed, But when they 'rived, the price tag said, "I'm terribly sorry, cigar my dear, But I've fallen in love with someone else, I fear." The cigar, he pleaded for her to stay, But he couldn't change her mind any way, So the cigarette went home to his Ma 'n' Pa, And found they'd bought him a brand new car, So the cigarette forgot about the ole price tag, And went and married a Marlbro fag! Emma Langridge, 7C

MY SPECIAL PLACE One day, when my friend and I had nothing much to do, we were thinking of some ideas when my friend said, "Let's make a special place that is secret and hidden from kids who would break it up." Well we found an underground one which would be very hard to see the top as it was covered in green grass. My friend and 1 were very happy with this but there was one thing wrong; there was a gap where the door was and we fixed the gap by putting tin there. One day, when we were inside our place, we heard motor bikes and also some horses being ridden. We quickly shut the door so they wouldn't notice us. Time after time, we would look out but they were still there. We had to be home by 5p.m. and it's a ten minutes walk. Later it seemed to be quiet, so we decided to leave. Soon after that day, my friend moved to Tom Price for two years. He had gone because of his dad's work but he would visit me often. I promised him I would never use our place again unless I was with him. The next day I went to look at our special place but it had been demolished by a horse, motor bike or someone just walking in the bush. Simon Atkinson, 7W

NO ONE

I woke up that mOfning, feeling pretty O.K., but somehow I knew that something bad was going to happen. It was a Saturday, so only the early rising farmers would be up and about, in the remote, idle country town of Littleton. It was a farming town, laying claim to about six major fruit and crop farms. There were no cattle farms, as cattle couldn't survive the harsh, dry conditions of the hot Australian outback. It consisted of one road, wllich lead to all the farms; each farm entrance was about a mile from the next. We didn't own a farm, we owned the only shop, Post Office, hospital and newsagent in Littleton, all combined into the one, two storey wooden building. It may not sound much, but we had to live there, and we were surviving well, up until that day. It wasn't a particularly hot day by Littleton standards, only about 36Â°, but it was extremely dry. There was not a cloud in the sky, and as you looked down the road, you could see the waves of heat, somewhat like you would find at an airport. My dad was carting tins of petrol for the shop, around the back yard to where we had a shed for all the items for the shop. 1 first noticed the leak in one of the tins. During storage, the bottom of it had rotted away and the petrol was spilling all over the garden. By the time 1 realised this, it had already started seeping towards our gas powered air conditioner, to which my dad was heading. "Dad!," 1 cried. It was too late. H you can imagine a stack of bricks falling to the ground, and multiply it by a hundred, then

This morning, I sat in the warmth of my bed,

I had a sore throat and a pain in my head.

I went to the doctor and asked, "What's

wrong with me?" She said, "Well Gerard, it's sure not your knee." After a while I asked her again, "Give me something to ease the pain." She said, "I'll give you something that'll make it right." She took out a needJe, but I fainted with fright. Gerard Mitchell, 7C

THE WADDLEBOOFS Back in the land of Waddleboofs,

There was a Waddleboof called 'Waddleboof'

The Waddleboof wore Waddleboof clothes,

And you could never pick which Waddleboof

waddled. So the Waddleboof wore a sign which said "Waddleboo f" Now, you should know which Waddleboof is Waddleboof. Darryn Sargant, 7W 48

that is the sound 1 heard as the air conditioner exploded and the fire started. My father was thrown like a crow's feather in a hurricane. He came to rest on the ground near our fence, his whole body on fire, his whole body dead. 1 ran. 1 ran down the road, away from everything, including Littleton. Nothing had ever made me run further or faster. As 1 ran, I felt sick, and started to cry. 1 stumbled and fell on the hard hot road, and I lay there crying, for ages. My father and I had lived together, ever since mum and he got a divorce, and mum moved to the ci ty and re-married. Now, I had no one, no one ... Brian Murphy, 7W

SUMARI SWORD RANSOM Tom and Clara Fimmel were listening to the radio when they heard the announcer say "I have just been handed an emergency news flash. The Sumari Sword has been stolen from the ational Museum in Washington." Later on in the evening as the Fimmels were eating dinner and discussing the theft of the sword, the phone rang, it was Clara's best friend, Vanessa Elliot. Vanessa's father, John, was a collector of old swords and daggers. Vanessa was very nervous and sounded as if she had just robbed a bank. She told Clara that her father had received a phone call from a man who wanted to sell the Sumari sword to him for $100,000. Clara and Tom were sleuths who had solved several mysteries and this one seemed simple to Clara. "Tell your father to accept the offer and to arrange to meet him at Lookout Rock at 10.30 tonight, we will do the rest." "O.K." Vanessa replied. At 10: 15 Vanessa, Clara, Tom and the Finlay brothers, Jack and Morton, were positioned around Lookout Rock ready to attack at a signal from Tom. As the minutes slowly passed, the five watchers got restless until at exactly 10:31 Mr Elliot came and two minutes later, a masked man came out of the bushes. Once the swap had taken place and both had checked their goods, Tom gave the signal and they leapt out of the bushes. In a few minutes, the masked man was subdued and his mask was

peeled off - it was the Chief of Police, Jim Collig. Clara raced off to call the police and once Jim Collig had been arrested, Clara invited the others to their house for some apple pie supper. Joanna Guy, 7C

PERSONAL PROFILE When 1 first came into this world, boy, were they impressed with what they saw. They had produced intelligent ME!! 1 was a delight for my parents. They had complete success with me. They soon found out my high intelligence. They started to think I was a pain, but I thought 1 was doing a real good job, pulling everything out of the cupboards. 1 had fun smashing everything, especially the cutlery. It was tops pulling and tearing mum's brand new stockings and emptying out dad's brief case, but my parents didn't think so. As days went on, I had more fun and mum went through more wooden spoons. The older I got, the naughtier I got. When I was fairly old, 1 was a dream. I did everything perfect. My parents thought nine years of hell was worth waiting for. At eleven years old, I was ... do I need to say more. I was adorable, brainy and intelligent. Now, I am at this stage of life where 1 am more than perfect. At school, Mrs Cannings and Mrs Williams and the other teachers are privileged to have me. At one stage, I had teachers fighting over which one would teach me. There was a massive riot and I was the cause of it. So to stop it, I chose All Saints' College. Well, fans are calling, got to go. Darryn Sarganr, 7W

Orangutang

Orange hair

Swinging from trees

Always noisy and talkative

Monkey

Turtle

Hard shell

Plodding to the shore

Swimming in the water

Tortoise

Lizard

Sleek body

Blending with surroundings

Creeping with no noise

Goanna

Myfanwy Hawley, 7C

he came to my desk and asked me why. Before I could answer, the horror came out and handed him my reading book. The horror was a huge, hairy hand that shrunk as it was put away. Mr Bates was so scared that he went running down the corridor out of sight. Our class had the rest of the day really easy, doing nothing. As I was walking up the driveway after school, I head mum yelling "Michelle, get here this minute." I ran up to mum and asked her what was wrong, in an innocent manner. She said that Mr Bates had rung telling me to write out 'I must not petrify sir' a hundred times. But everything didn't go wrong, I managed to get the horror to do it. Elizabeth Redman, 7W

RAJAH The Rajah of India sits high upon his throne, As poor peasants and weeping widows bow low and kiss his toes. "Fear not, my children," says Rajah in a soothing voice, "I love you dearly, but I cannot tolerate this noise." So as the poor apologize, hoping they didn't harm their king, The admiration and adoration flows from them to him. Still people come and people go to this so-called miraculous man But I ask you what has he done for these people's economic jam? Rachael Hogg, 7C

THE PARTY Hi. My name is Gertrude, Gerti for short and Gert for even shorter. I'm really good looking and all the boys at my school love me. I love a boy called Harry. He's really cute. Anyway, let's get going with the story, I'm about to let you in on one of the biggest secrets I've ever kept. The only people who know are my family. Are you ready, don't have heart failure but I am an alien! Isn't it amazing! You have to promise you won't tell anyone. It's great. I can change my images to whatever I want but originally I am a blue Martian with a very big beard. When I go to school, I am a very pretty girl. One of the best things about being an alien is going to school dress-ups or dress-up parties. That is what I'm going to tell you about. You see, one day, I was invited to a fancy dress party. I had the best idea. I was going to be the highlight of the party. It was, eventually, the time for the party. I was so excited I arrived about ten minutes late and flew through the chimney landing in my rocket in the middle of the dining room. Everyone stared in amazement and I walked out dressed as a gremlin. Everyone cheered and clapped. It was perfect. I won three prizes, best dress, dance and transport. I loved every minute of that party. Callie Reany, 7W

HIRE A HORROR Hi, my name is Michelle and I'm going to tell you about last week and what happened to me at school and at home. I am writing this because I have been dying to tell someone but I'm scared they will think that I am an idiot, not that I aren't, so that's why I'm writing this down. It all started when I was walking to school and an idea popped into my head when I was walking past the Hire a Horror Agency. After thinking it over I walked in and asked for a Horror that would scare away teachers. The man put a box into a bag and I paid for it out of my lunch money. I started running to school now as it started in five minutes. I arrived with three minutes to spare so I put the horror into my desk and went out to play with my friends. I didn't tell anyone about it for two reasons; one, I wanted it for a surprise and, two, someone might tell the teacher. When the siren rang, everybody shuffled in the door and we said good morning to Mr Bates, the teacher. He then asked for our Maths homework which I had left at home. I remained in my seat while everyone took it up and showed him. Mr Bates then asked who hadn't done their homework. As I was the only one who hadn't,

YEAR 8

FORM SC Teacher: Miss G. Cleghorn Back row, left to right: N. Parkin, P. Ormsby, P. Milner, T. Lavender, A. Arnold, M. Vowles, N. Alexander,

K. Jackson, A. Kotai, J. Thomas, W. Robins.

Middle row, left to right: P. Walters, C. Gribble, J. Walsh, R. Chaytor, K. Bronwasser, C. Taylor, J. Waddy,

J. MuIlings, B. Alaimo, D. Cossill.

Front row, lefe eo right: M. Tompkin, V. Corser, C. McConviIIe, S. Barr, K. Vickers, B. Cofe, D. Howson, S. Olsen.

Absent: David Budd.

se FORM NOTES 8C - the dreaded class - is not really as bad as everyone says. In fact, we are all a bunch of lovely students. Miss Cleghorn used to be a bit strict but over the year, we have changed her and now she doesn't set her killer platypuses on us when we make her angry (which is once every blue moon). There have been many highlights of the year and these are - firstly, the Year 8 camp at Serpentine, where we all got to know each other from the time we awoke each morning at 7am to the time lights went out at night for the five days we were there. At the camp, we all really enjoyed oursel ves. Secondly, there was the swimming carnivals as well as the Interschool Swimming Carnival. We are proud to report that 8C helped All Saints' College win that competition. The year then carried on and we started getting up past our elbows in work, tests and homework. Now, we were getting into the swing of things and, for the class, we can honestly say we weren't really enj oying it.

During third term, Miss Cleghorn announced that it was time we went on a class outing, and so with 8M, we spent a night at the movies. For a week after that, we wandered around trying to copy the boy from "Karate Kid 1I". Finally, term four came, and the work eased off with all the sports carnivals and so on. Unfortunately, Stirling did not come first in the House Athletics Carnival, but we did not come last either. Soon after this was the Interschool Athletics Carnival and the people in that from our class gave it their best. Now, we are looking forward to the fun and excitement at the end of the year but we are not looking forward to the tests that are coming up and in a couple of months, it will be time to bid our dear teacher a sad farewell.

SD FORM NOTES With more than half the class being newcomers to the college, including our teacher, Mrs Durey, a lot of settling down was needed and our camp helped to accelerate the process. 51

The camp at Serpentine proved to be informative yet fun. We sorted out our 'pecking' order and soon found the comedians (whom we will not reveal in order to safeguard the writer's well-being), the international gymnasts and the everyday run-of-the-school students. The camp injury this year was awarded to Chris who experienced a trip to the local hospital. This was the result of a close encounter with our newly acquired chaplain. The highlight of the first Semester was definitely the College Concert. A special performance of 'Trial by Jury' was held in honour of the five years' service Mr Bednall had given to the school (he went on to bigger and better things in Tasmania). Third term seemed to tly past but in it there were some interesting events. Damien Norris was selected to train at the Australian Institute of Sport in Canberra; he also received a sport scholarship from M.L.C. The fourth term proved to be a thriller with the interhouse carnivals (in which Murdoch came first . . . in the primary section), the interschool carnival (All Saints' came third overall) and still to come the fete and end of year

festivities. But I am sure that only one day in the year is really on everyone's mind . . . THE LAST DAY of school!!

Daniel Fick

8M FORM NOTES 8.30am struck! The doors closed. School had begun for another well . . . umm, "exciting year". We got off to a great start, considering that we were extremely nervous as some of us were new to the school. But that soon rolled over. The first week of school was quite strange until the second week "The Year 8 Camp to Serpentine" . . . It all started: we lined up waiting for the bus ... "It's here!" Everyone ran in an orderly fashion to grab their seats. People were crushed and squashed. A few unfortunate people had to peel Mrs Maio off the kerb. A few minor points of the camp: (1) Every morning began with P.J.'s with Mr Griffiths (P.l.'s standing for Physical Jokes.). (2) Our HIKE! All I can say it was long, dreary, painful and never again. (3) Fancy dress that night was

FORM 8 D Teacher: Dr J. Durey Back row, lef//o right: R. deBurgh, C. Aldrich, T. Sewell, B. Graham, D. Fick, D. Morgan, J. Chester, M. Jackson, F. Downs, 1. Trolio.

Middle row, left to right: A. Schwetz, M. Jenkins, B. Parker, A. Evans, T. Heuchan, C. Colyer, E. Pitts, B. Shaw, P.

Brown, T. Murphy, T. Mairs.

Front row, left to right: D. Litster, D. Ranson, T. Mairs, K. Wheatley, S. Wise, K. Steele,

T. Durham, K. Chan.

FORM 8M Teacher: Mrs L. Maio right: A. Howells, N. Jones, C. Joslin, J. Osborne, K. Charlebois, J. Greville, M. Cook, G. Broadfoot, T. Monson, J. van der Straaten, R. Tonkin.

Middle row, lefllo righl: A. Gosling, C. Watson, G. Bearfoot, J. S'kepper, C. Davies, B. Fenn, P. Lee, G. Papantoniou,

A. Grimbly, C. Green, L. Hiew.

Front row, left to righl: L. Worthington, J. Landels, K. Greay, B. Bryden, C. McCool, S. Pressley,

T. Freestone, R. Hartley.

Back row, leji

fun and we had a great time. (4) Recreation times - we swam, ate, danced, played sport and talked about religious matters with Mr Griffiths. (5) Canteen - put it this way, we would have died without it. (6) Teachers - they were great and thanks to the Year 12's and exÂ students who came. (7) Cleaning duties - they were "Okay". After camp, practically everybody knew everyone and we all had a great time. Our teacher, Mrs Maio, was really great throughout the year. She was always working us hard and kept us in good order. Our form summed Mrs Maio up in a few words - loves clothes, short, shy, and loves greatly her wonderful, terrific Year 8 form which she'll always remember. Well, thanks a lot, Mrs Maio, for putting up with us and hope that you thank us for putting up with you. You've been a wonderful, great form teacher. Thank you. Other 'thank-you's go to Mr Stapleton, our Year Head and our two Student Council Representatives - Brenden Bryden and Bindi Fenn. Many other exciting events happened during the year: The fun run which was enjoyed by all except for the fact that it was raining. The

Swimming Carnival was absolutely great as Forrest came to a successful victory. Other events included the Athletic Carnivals, 40-hour Famine, and Matthew Schmidt left All Saints' College (8M) to attend Scotch College. Well, the year has been great and I hope that you've enjoyed reading "THE" form report. Bye for now; see you next year. Bindi Fenn and Rachel Hartley

YEAR 8 CAMP!!! I am Kim Scott, a new student to the college. On our Year 8 camp, we had a good time, except sometimes we were left with too much time on our hands.

TEACHERS!! All of the teachers on camp were really nice! However, my favorite was Mrs Maio, she was fantastic!! She is nice to everyone and she is very patient and quiet. Mr Stapleton was a fun person too. He was a lot of fun. Mr Griffiths was terrific!!! He is funny and joins in our games and activities. The good thing is that he doesn't really act like a

FORM SS Teacher: Mr G. Schirinzi Back row, (eft to right: S. Tee, S. Brand, N. Pickering, R. Postma, R. Lee, G. Carter, K. Blackmore, C. Laycock, K. Wood, D. Soderstrom, P. Ford.

Middle row, (eft to right: S. Harrison, A. Ballard, B. Robertson, K. Scott, D. Brueschke, S. Luscombe, M. Halliday,

N. Heatley, C. Bowyer, M. Chadwick, T. Smithson.

Front row, (eft to right: S. Skiadis, B. Jelley, M. Elliott, D. Barker, S. King, N. Rowe, B. Raynor, L. Dale.

Just a bit more care and cleanliness was needed. Overall, it was pretty good.

priest. Miss Cleghorn is a real character. She's a lot of jolly fun! She was really nice to us all. Mr Schirinzi was a really great guy when the times came too. Overall, the teachers were terrific!!!

BAD POINTS The food was terrible! All leftovers - it was bad. The lady didn't seem to care at all.

STUDENT COUNCILLORS The Councillors were great! They didn't stand over us, they virtually spoke to us on the same level. Fantastic people!

BENEFITS I've made lots of new friends and got to know the teachers. I've learned about the others and the school. Kim Seal!, 8S

FUNNY EVENTS On camp, we had lots of funny events, but this was The Best ... Mr Radich started throwing people in the pool! He threw all the teachers (except Mrs Durey) in the pool! Also, the councillors went in after them. However, some kids pushed Mr Radich and Mr Griffiths in as well! It was great! !

CAMPING AT SERPENTINE ON THE BUS. The bus was too crowded. Amongst all of the talking, I couldn't even hear myself think. Luckily, it only took an hour. Boy! Was I glad when we arrived at Serpentine. (See you at the pool!) AT THE POOL. When we got to the pool in Serpentine, we all went for a swim. 1 only dived in then got out. Most of the kids stayed in for ages. (Meet you when we meet our friends.)

GROUNDS AND FACILITIES The grounds were really good. The grass was green, the trees were big and it was really pleasant. There were tennis courts, mini golf course, oval and pool. They were in fairly good condition. The huts and buildings were O.K. 54

MEETING FRIENDS. We all met lots of friends. Most of the new kids become acquainted quite quickly. (I'll see you at the Mess hall.) FOOD!! Yuck! Actually it wasn't really that bad, but it wasn't that crash hot either! (Don't walk away ... there's more!) THE BUSH WALK. Up ... Down ... Up ... Down ... That's a good definition of the first .half ~f our walk. The second half looked hke thIs: Down, Down, Down. At the bottom awaited a beautiful, cold, natural pool. What a relief! Everyone was scratched and dirty. When we arrived back at the camp, a number of people were thrown into the pool. It was great fun! (Run over to the oval now.) P.l.'S (PHYSICAL JERKS) 7.00a.m. - "Good morning, Year 8. Just a friendly word to tell you to get up NOW!!" says Mr Griffiths, over the P.A. system. "Gee, I hate P.l.'s. Why do thay have to get us up so early. It just isn't fair. Why couldn't they get us up at 8.OOa.m. instead," says Year 8. This was a normal conversation for us at seven in the morning. (See you on the bus.) ON THE BUS. It only took us 45 minutes to get home. We were eager to get home! It was a great camp. All our thanks to the people involved. (Bye ... for now!) Clara Tay/or, Year B

CLOUDS Clouds; Happy, frolicking and glad, In the sky so blue, They sparkle and radiate,

Warmth and happiness.

Black;

The sky is now full of evil,

Violent, wicked clouds,

Like a raging sea,

Envious and sinful.

Peace;

The shimmering sun sets,

Beautiful, angelic clouds,

Colourful and warm,

Lull the world to sleep.

Phillippa Brown, BD 55

A WINTER'S BEACH Walking along the deserted beach, I feel the probing fingers of the wind, Dragging me, slowly into a wondrous daze, My whole body tingles from the icy rain pelting down, But still I trudge along. The raging sea comes pounding in, Boiling and frothing with anger, My feet, slowly melting into the rain beaten sand, The thunder clashes, the lightning strikes Still I continue on to my destiny. Anne Marie Evans, BD

GLUTTON ISLAND I was told of an island in the South Pacific ,Glutton Island, by some Aborigines who journeyed there on a fifty foot log canoe. The men were aged one hundred when they discovered the island and now claimed to be two hundred. The tribesmen said that the island was only five kilometres wide and seven k,il?metres long - long way pointing north, Abongmes .can be very convincing at times. One of the natives insisted that they were so desperate for food at the time of discovering the island that the men had begun eating the wooden boat! Weary-eyed, the group spotted the islan? and rejoiced for many hours. Yet when they tried to paddle after the wild party, their hands would not even twitch. The youngest man of the tribe stated that at this point, he began praying to the dolphin Go~. Just out of interest, the man's name - Ahe Olot. Five minutes passed and then one of the old men said, "Suddenly, out of nowhere, many dolphins came and flicked their tails, causing an immense wave, which we caught into the shore. " According to this particular tribe's law, one man must search the island first to check for dangerous things. Of course, the many men were all very hungry and all could see the great valley which had hundreds of fruits in it. Also according to tribal law, it is stated that the youngest member should check th.e island, he being on this trip, Alie Olot. Ahe Olot was ecstatic and roamed up into the valley; all could see him, with his mouth watering. In his excitement, Alie Olot jumped up and down when an astonishing phenomenon occurred. The valley walls closed in on him like a giant mouth. Now the valley was a mountain. The tribesmen lay down in awe at the foot of the

mountain. One of the elders said it was a Venus man trap, and was a very rare species. Ten hours later, the mountain reopened and returned to its previous form. No sign of Alie Olot was to be seen. The eldest of the elders said that he had been digested and that they must get him out. The medicine man said he could make a potent brew to relieve him of Alie Olot. He made a compact box of herbs and other plants which the stronger men threw into the valley where Alie Olot last stood. It bounced and once again the mouth closed to become a mountain. Ten minutes later, a great roar was heard and Alie Olot was seen floundering in the sky and finally splashed into the water. The tribe paddled out to retrieve him from the water and together they paddled in search of another island. ion Greville NOT SO LUCKY As I trudge along the war path,

I see in front a terrible sight.

My dying comrades have shed their blood,

No life they have left.

I wish now that I had not come,

The fighting and killing frightens me,

But now I am here and the war has begun,

This scene will be etched in my memory.

It is my turn now to be part of the wounded,

To suffer the effects of war,

But others not so lucky as I,

Will have to fight even more.

Dianne Lis/er, 8D SNAKES GLIDE, NOT RUN Now, my sons, before you go down upon your beds I will tell you a story that you, one day, may be repeating to your own youngsters. So settle yourselves down before the fire and listen well to the story of how the snakes came to glide and not run! Once upon a time, way back in the dreamtime, snakes ran everywhere. Very quickly, so that you could barely see them, and they left no sign of passing. Snakes would creep up upon the other animals and kill them. Now, the snakes were very crafty and could trick the other animals into believing that the animals they had killed were killed because they were caught in a trap. All the animals believed the snakes except one, Kuruwa - the magpie. He didn't believe the snakes because he had heard them talking about 'good prey'. One day, Kuruwa decided he would make the animals believe him, and not the snakes, by proving the snakes' guilt. So he stayed awake all

night and into the early morning, pearched on a branch above the snakes' den. He watched and listened but no one stirred below. Until just about 1 o'clock when Kuruwa was nearly falling off his branch with sleep, a sound broke the silence of the early morning. Kuruwa watched the door of the den and then as quietly as possible, a snake emerged. This snake was Undula, the leader of the snakes, and also the craftiest. He peered around the edge of the door, then ran swiftly out into the night. Kuruwa had a lot of trouble following Undula as the snake darted in and out of the trees and bushes. However, he finally slowed down and then stopped just outside the clearing. Kuruwa landed on a branch and waited. Undula slowly made his way into the clearing, watching a female rabbit as she gathered her food in the early morning air. Undula stalked her, biding his time until she least expected it. Then just as she turned around - BANG, SNAP!!! went Undula's jaws and she was gone!! UndulCl. licked his lips in satisfaction, turned around then BANG!! Undula was caught securely in a trap!! Seeing all this Kuruwa flew frantically back to the meeting place of all the animals each morning. Seeing them all there, he squawked, "Come quick, hurry, I will prove the snakes' guilt!!" Excitedly, the animals followed Kuruwa back to the clearing where Undula was trapped. Seeing them, Undula cried, "Help! Help! Please get me out!" "Only on one condition," replied Kuruwa gravely, "you must confess to the other animals, that you have been killing some of our friends!" "O.K., O.K., I will," hissed Undula. "Fellow animals, I have been killing your fellow friends! Now please, get me out of this trap!" he cried. So the animals pulled and pulled Undula until SNAP! - he was freed. But, oh, no, Undula's legs were left in the trap. All he could do was slither and glide. "Serves you right, Undula," said Kuruwa. "You have paid the price." So, from that day on, snakes have glided with speed and have always left a warning trail. Kim Sea tt, 8S

JUNGLE They hunt the velvet tigers of the jungle,

The spotted jungle, full of shapeless patches

Sometimes they're Sometimes they're Sometimes they're ... They hunt the

leaves,

flowers,

hot gold patches of the sun

velvet tigers of the jungle.

Daniel Tick, 8D

ON HER OWN ... On Sunday, the 5th of January, she tried to kill herself by taking an overdose of pills ... thirty six asthma tablets. She felt that life wasn't worth living. She was lonely and depressed. Her friends thought nothing of her. If they did, they only thought her fat and useless. Sure, she wasn't pretty or popular, but she had a special kind of beauty that only she possessed. Her family life was a shambles. Jason her older brother had recently run away from home. Her mother - well, she was in hospital because her husband (Kylie's father) had beaten her up. Bobbie was stealing from his mother's bank account with a key card and he didn't go to school most of the time. Then, there was the seven year old twins and the little five-year-old boy. Kylie was left in charge of her family - at the age of twelve. For one month she was kept home from school to look after the family. She had no life of her own, she had nothing. She thought about Heaven a lot; maybe it held more for her than life did now. There was only one way to find out - she tried to kill herself. She took thirty six asthma tablets and fell asleep ... She couldn't believe it! She was alive and had been in hospital for three days and now she was in a home for kids. She hated it there. People there weren't her friends, they were her enemies. The people there frightened her, they were mad! She was lonely. She missed her family - she wasn't allowed to see or hear from them for three months. Every second day, she'd have to talk to her social worker for forty minutes. She liked him. He was open and honest. She knew that anything she said to him would never be repeated. They'd often talk for an hour or so instead of her forty minutes. She felt that the only sane person in the home was her social worker. He had promised that after a month and a half, she could leave the home for a day and that she could do anything she liked - within reason. She was looking forward to her day out with him. Kylie hated the nights. She slept in a dorm with five other girls. In the room, there were six small dressers, three wardrobes, six beds and one window - which was barred. The beds were soft and lumpy. They each had one pillow, two sheets and a grey blanket. Each dorm was painted in the same colour - a pale, dull green. You didn't get bored at the home - there wasn't time. Each day at 7.30a.m. they would rise and shine. After a shower, getting dressed and cleaning up their rooms and then having breakfast (which is usually toast, cereal and tea,

but on the weekends they had a hot meal), the kids had fifteen minutes to get ready for school and they could smoke during this time. Smoking is allowed during the breaks throughout the day but at night smokes are handed back and put in the safe. School is from about 9.30a.m. to about 3.45p.m. There is a lunch break at noon. Skills are taught at this school, for example, Mathematics and English and so are life skills, for example, sport, cooking etc. After school, games are organised. The games depend on the weather. Dinner is at about 6.00p.m. each evening and after dinner, the kids can read, watch T. V. or whatever. This is generally free time. Lights go out at about 9.30p.m. or so and the kids are watched throughout the night. Kylie wanted to go home. Start again ... but no one understood. Would they ever? Unfortunately, what happened to Kylie happens to a lot of kids. They don't know which way to turn. But if they had caring, understanding friends, a lot of this probably wouldn't happen. These kids are lonely Why don't you help them? Be a real friend . Kirsten Vickers, 8C

AMERICA'S CUP The Race ...

Winning is the ultimate.

Everyone tries to win,

To be the best,

On top.

We are the most successful,

But are we?

Or is it our 'Plastic, Fantastic

Fremantle'

Where I once loved to go.

Now, what is Fremantle?

Fame, glory, PLASTIC.

Oh well, no one seems to

Notice.

It's the America's Cup

We won. Who cares, not me ...

The America's Cup was once

An exciting event.

But, now ...

They've spoilt my Fremantle ..

Nothing to look forward to,

Nothing to look forward to at all.

America's Cup, what really is it? Fame, fortune or fun .... Kirsten Wood, 8S

DOLPHINS In wonder we stand, On the golden shore, Thinking about the dolphins. In awe we watch the first Of the leathery dorsal fins Cut the surface of the Deep blue ocean. Hurriedly we scramble, Up to the store, To buy the fish we would feed them. While we stand knee deep In the water, The dolphins meander up and down The line of excited viewers, Snatching fish from eager hands. Cameras clicking, flashes flashing, People crowd 'round to feel the Leathery skin of the "star" dolphins. Then, a squeal of delight, Attracts a dolphin's attention, And it goes to the girls, Who readily gives it a fish. Then they are gone, And everyone wonders "Will they return tomorrow?" Further out, a dolphin Splashes merrily in the ocean. G. Bear/oot, 8M

different. The sky was crystal blue, no clouds and there weren't very many people on the streets. They both knew that there was going to be a change in their life. Some people say that walking under a ladder gives you bad luck, but that's not the way it was for the skunks, for as Selvadore and Tilly were walking through this weird day, they walked under a ladder and white paint drops dripped right down the middle of their backs. Well, what a change it made to their lives, for they looked wonderful. They were so happy, they danced, they sang, they even lost a bit of their smell. They were so happy that they produced more and more skunks with white stripes and that is how the skunk got its white stripe. Kirsten Wood, 8S

OH, FOR A PEACEFUL MORNING 'Wake up, wake up!' yells the loudspeaker, 'Oh, go back to sleep,' said in less than a squeaker, 'It's time for P.l.'s, it will do you much good.' 'Ha! Much good it will do us, you're misunderstood' , 'Now today, we'll be hiking far into the hills', 'Yeh, into cow paddies, we'll sure need good wills. ' Lazily now we crawl out of our beds, We're all very tired with very sore heads. We plonk on some clothes, no matter what types, With polka dots, purple and bright yellow stripes. We crawl down to P.l.'s with Mr G bellowing, 'Let's do some sit ups' - our faces are yellowing. Next comes breakfast, we psych ourselves up,

To eat and drink from such dirty cups,

Grace is said in the usual glee,

Yet when we see sausages, we all start to flee,

Everyone leaves in oh, so much haste,

From that last meeting, we've lost all our

taste.

Everyone rushes down to their dorms,

They're all so messy, they've been through

such storms. Junk food is scattered all over the room, Oh no! It's inspection! We all start to zoom, When Mr S. sees it, his feet start to stamp, But it's just another morning at the great Year 8 Camp! Chris Laycock, Year 8

THE SKU K AND ITS STRIPE There once was a pure black skunk called Selvadore. Selvadore lived in the busy streets of Paris. Selvadore's one and only friend, Tilly, lived with him. Tilly and Selvadore were the only skunks living. They didn't like the way they looked, so they didn't make any other skunks. Nobody really liked skunks because they were ugly and they stunk like crazy. Everyday, the two lonely skunks use to roam through the busy streets of Paris. Selvadore used to show off for Tilly, he would climb ladders, jump off roofs, skip, hop and dance about, and everyday without fail, she used to clap and cheer for him. Today, when they went out, everything seemed different, sort of unusual. Usually the sky was a dark kind of blue (misty coloured) with a few clouds. Never was there a day without clouds. Even if there was only one or two, they were there. People were everywhere, scampering in and out of shops, up and down streets, but today, everything was really 58

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could hear them. I strained my eyes to try to see. I was not successful. I started to perspire and breathe quickly. My heart was thumping inside me. I wanted to leave and go home to the peace and quiet. I did not belong here in hospital. I lay down on the bed and began crying, having pity on myself. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep. I was awakened by the nurse in the morning. She had opened my window to let in some fresh air. I felt really good. The nurse wanted to get me cleaned and changed, but I did not understand why, then suddenly it all came back to me, I was going to have the operation today. After I had realised what the situation was, I came to be quite a nuisance. I tried to refuse in every possible way what the nurse wanted but in the end, I was defeated. An hour later, I was being wheeled into the operation room. I called it the "Death Room". Kylie Chan, 8D

o ur camp at Serpentine Dam was the best Under control was Mr Stapleton and the rest, Ripper was the slide and sports. Catastrophe occurred in the pool after the water bomb fights, A ltogether it was alright. M y, I never went to a camp so great, P lease can we go in Year Eight?

I nteresting it was in every way,

N ever a dull moment any day. Years I wished we could have stayed, Everyday we worked and played. A t the falls it was tops, Really fantastic were our drops. Each of us was tired at night. I n to bed and out of sight. Getting ready for another fun day, Horrific was our Griffith shake. Teachers and students, Year Eight a great camp did make.

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT The ice is smooth and faultless as her feet glide along silently. She goes along without a mistake gradually gathering more and more speed. Finally, maximum speed is gained, the wind pushes hard against her yet, once again all her effort is useless as she crumples hard forward to the ground. Chris has been practising and training hard for the world championships since the beginning of the year. Everyday, she practises from 9a.m. to 4p.m. and never once does she stop. She will practice till she is perfect as that is her ultimate ambition. Once again, she lifts herself up and pushes on. Now, as she spins and twirls to the slow moving music, she imagines the crowd idolising her every movement, gasping at her daring, admiring her excellence. How great it is going to feel! Her legs are aching painfully now from so much training, yet she moves onwards. Only two hours left now. Soon she will be home, resting with her family. How proud they all are of her. Suddenly, her coach, Mrs Murray, spills her back to reality as she makes her do another twirl in the air. The song is nearly over now and yet another routine will soon be finished. Chris's goal is big yet not unreacheable. There will be many setbacks, disappointments and heartaches, yet, she should never lose sight of all her dreams - one day she shall make her dreams a reality ... Christina Laycock, 8S

Scott O/sen, 8C

THE DAY WITHOUT SIGHT I sat up in my hospital bed. My eyes were screaming with pain. I shivered in my hospital gown. I tried to stay calm but on the inside, I was filled with great fear and anxiety. My trembling hands moved around the bedside for the button to ring for the nurse. All of my vision had completely blacked out on me. "What's going to happen to me? Will I be blind forever?" The nurse hurried into my ward. She came up behind me and put her cold hands on my left shoulder. I jumped forward from fright and landed on the floor beside my bed. I had hit my head and I felt a terrible headache coming on. My mother had come to visit me but I was too sick to see her. I seemed to have a huge plug in my chest that would not let go. All my feelings, anger, fear, sadness, were all mixed up inside of me and I could not release it. I tried to fall asleep and wake up to find that this was all just a dream, but I had none of this luck. I would be having my operation soon. I was scared stiff. I was confused, my mind just did not seem to operate correctly. Frustration spread over me. People were doing things. I 59

FREMANTLE Before the fuss, in days gone by, Fremantle quietly lay, A shipping port, not a resort, On the coast of W.A. Her buildings were a varied lot, Convict built and weathered raw, But now our town of history, Sports new paint galore. Hotels and restaurants line the streets,

The tourists come to stay,

Rents and prices daily rise,

Who is going to pay?

Some locals ask, "What's happening?

The costs are out of hand,

To raise our rents so high is wrong,

Can't you understand?"

Yet others like the fun and hype

Fremantle "lives" again,

Developers and businessmen,

Feel no financial strain.

It's all because of a silver cup,

Ornately carved and old,

The world's best yachtsmen struggle and

strive, To get it in their hold.

All the crews are here to win,

Their muscles stretched and taut,

Is it war on an ocean battlefield?

Or is it just a sport?

The yachties come to test their skills,

On "12 metres" out at sea.

Retain the cup or not, Fremantle's changed,

And ever more will be. p' D d 8S

lers rOr , THE CURIOUS LADY NEXT DOOR! Whenever somebody starts off a sentence saying "The fact of the matter is", you know that they are about to tell you a whopping great lie. The fact of the matter is, that this is a completely true story about the 'curious lady next door'. The lady is so curious that even Pinocchio would not dare to step inside her curious little house. I suppose I had better tell you what is so curious about this lady and her house.Well, when she moved in, she did not arrive in a car, removal van, or even a posh Rolls Royce, but she was lowered down (suspended by a rope) from a helicopter into her back yard. When she saw me watching her, she invited me over in the afternoon for afternoon tea. I was not sure that I really wanted to go but you cannot upset a new neighbour straight away, can you? So I nodded my head and promised I would come at around three o'clock. At ten past four, I knocked on the 60

door. It was opened almost immediately by a medium sized woman, about 50 years of age ... She was dressed entirely in black with large, flat-heeled shoes that slapped on the ground when she walked. Her dress was far too big for her. It was big enough to house two hungry German Shepherd dogs. Her hair was cut so short that she did not even have to brush it in the morning. She asked me to come in and sit down. I did this and my goodness, what a house! It looked like something you could have bought from a jumble sale. And it was not only the house that was curious. I followed her into the kitchen where she told me here name was Mrs I.M. Weird (the name says it all). She gave me a drink in a glass that was so tall I had to lie on my back on the floor to get the last drop out of it. At five o'clock, the cuckoo in the cuckoo clock on the wall showed itself and barked five times. Mrs Weird proved to be a very good character. But she did not talk about the sort of things a normal old woman would talk about. Like music concerts, how kids were getting so out of control these days, or her garden. She talked about sky-diving, water-skiing, mountain climbing and parachuting. I was so bored I could have stabbed myself in the heart and jumped through a glass window, but, not wanting to make a mess, I decided against that. Then I was shown around the house. It was a two storey house but obviously, not big enough for this queer old lady! The bottom floor consisted of a kitchen that had a refrigerator that was as old as the food in it. The television in the living room was also very old and you had to brush the cobwebs off it to see anything. But on the other hand, the couch was so crispy new that it crackled when you sat on it. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms and one bathroom. These were pretty normal as they were not properly furnished. And then we went out into the garden! The garden was so overgrown you need a truck to get through it all. And the vegetables are so big they would fit in the mouth of lAWS. And she had vegetables of all varieties and was already very proud of them. At five thirty, I said goodbye to Mrs Weird and headed next door. Mrs Weird also pokes her nose into everything (it is long enough to fit into anything as well). She reminds me of Mary Poppins because she is always carrying an umbrella with her whenever she goes. The fact of the matter is, Mrs I.M. Weird is so curious that if she lost her eyes, ears and nose, she would probably flyaway on her umbrella with her large feet flapping and never be seen again. Taren Murphy, 8D

ALL IS LOST AND FORGOTTEN I dread that day when someone dares to push the button, To release that horrifying, deathly bomb. Lives are lost, memories are lost, in fact all is lost. Nothing is gained but all is gone. Everyday we're in fear, Waiting, just waiting if we live still. No one knows when it will happen or if, it will happen. But there's a chance it may, and, when it does, all is gone and forgotten.

Those who live still feel empty and lost,

their families and friends gone.

They now have nothing to look forward to and nothi ng to see now. I dread that day when someone dares to push the ..... Bindi Fenn, 8M

David left

Late that night,

And arrived early

At the big fight.

Now, upon arrival,

At his brother's camp,

He noticed the Israelites'

Spirits were damp.

For on the hill,

Across the way,

Was a bloke who looked

Like he'd been fed on hay.

He was a huge bloke,

Nine feet tall,

With sword and spear,

And armour and all.

While the Israelites were scared

Of this big chap,

The other army was

Having a nap.

The big fella's name

Was Goliath, you see,

And he yelled out loudly,

'Who will fight me?'

David stepped forward,

And picked up 5 stones.

Goliath yelled out,

'I'll break your bones!'

He put the stones

Into his sling,

And let them go,

With a mighty fling.

The stone hit Goliath,

Right on the head,

And with a dying scream,

He fell down dead.

Todd Mairs, Year 8

WITH THE WIND Billowing out full and fat,

Alone 1 am nothing.

Like a cricketer without a bat,

A useless sheet nothing more,

Empty of life,

We'll be stuck by the shore.

All is calm, all is still,

Only the slightest movement,

Everything waits for me to fill.

But suddenly a rustle, a creak of the boom,

At last we are going,

The finishing line begins to loom.

And so I am full grown,

We're ahead of the pack,

The wind is my companion, I couldn't have

done it alone. For I am the sail, I give the yacht pace, If empty, I'm worthless, With the wind, I win the race. Ben Co/e, Year 8

THE CAT The cat shows its prowess Both day and night By vanishing from dogs And winning all fights Cats have a pride Which is quite obsolete With well groomed bodies And soft padded feet Cats possess fabulous fur Which is fine and warm That young nestle into After being born A cat is a friend I'm sure all believe So care for it And do not deceive Jonathan Greville, 8M

DA VID & GOUATH Once upon a time,

A few days back,

There was a boy named David,

And he lived in a shack.

Now, David minded sheep,

All day long,

But this is not why

I write this song.

Now, his father said 'David'

'Come here please,

Go to the battlefield,

And take some cheese.'

ALIEN ENCOUNTERl 1 could feel its presence, as it could feel mine It was an instinct for danger that kept us ' away, He was an alien intruding in my world, And also a stranger who wanted to stay. It was a strange and unique encounter, Full of apprehension and surprise, Fear was so vivid between us, And then 1 looked into his eyes. 1 saw the eyes of a wonderful creature, That wanted only to be friends, 1 held a trembling hand out to him, He took it, and we were no longer aliens. Taren Murphy, 8D SAM The dimly lit street glimmered as the lonely drunk men swayed from side to side, walking towards their home. Their shadows silhouetted on the cracked pavements as dirty mice ran to seek shelt~r in crevices created by poor workmanshIp and neglect. The old buildings struggled, groaned and grumbled trying to stay up as the final light in the poverty stricken suburb of New York turned off. The night was over, a new day had to begin. Sam Henson and his two sisters, loey and Loisse, lived in an old shack. loey worked in a downtown bar and earned the little money they had. Sam's mother died when he was only two years old and his father had gone missing shortly after. So, the two brave young sisters had been left to bring up their small, two-year old negro brother. Ten years had gone by now and Sam had grown into a bouncy, twelve-year old brave young man. From the moment Sam woke up that sunny Friday morning, he knew something was going to happen. Something somehow told him and he was unusually bright and cheery. Loisse was amazed to see him so happy yet she took advantage of it and he merrily did the breakfast wash-up. As soon as breakfast was over, Sam left the shack and went to play hop-scotch with his friends in the street. The paper boy came walking down shouting a peculiar message - "Smart negro Thomas Henson makes it rich with his new, multi million dollar night club, extra!" Wow! Sam thought to himself, that man had Sam's surname. Curiosity got the better of him, so he went over and had a look. Now Sam couldn't read much, but he could see the picture and Sam looked the exact duplicate of him. Then it tri.ggered, that was Sam's father, his long-gone, mlssmg father ...

. Sa~ just. had to find him. Apparently, he lived m ChIcago, so, after telling Loisse and l.oey where he was going, he set off hitching a nde from New York to Chicago. After a while he was picked up by a furniture removal ma~ and was taken to the exact street in which his father's night club was. Hesitation began to well up in Sam's mind. What if it wasn't his father - what if he didn't want to see him - what if he wasn't there. "No," he thought to himself, "I can't think like that - 1 must be positive." So, he walked right down to the night club. It was called 'Sparkles'. Cautiously, he opened the enormous door and .walked into what looked like a large meetmg hall. There was a pretty lady sitting there at a desk and he bravely asked to speak to the owner. Fortunately, he was in and he followed the lady into his father's office. His father, at first, did not know who Sam was, yet, when he found out, he was ecstatic. He hugged and kissed Sam till he was nearly blue ... After hours of talking, Thomas asked Sam if he wanted to come and live with him - in luxury. Wow! What an invitation. How could he not accept, but what would Sam do about Loisse and loey. He couldn't just leave them after all the years of love and care they had spent looking after him. No, he couldn't leave them. When Sam told his father this he invited Loisse and loey to live with him too! Two weeks later, the three moved into their father's luxury penthouse. At last, they were all together. May~e their. mum was not there in body, but she remamed With them forever in spirit and love .. Christina Laycock, 8S OUR CUP America's Cup is here again, Must build a yacht to fulfil our reign. Everyone comes to Australia in flocks, Ready and waiting on Fremantle's docks. Italy, France and the red, white and blue, Challenge Australia our 4, 3 and 2. All our boys are performing like magic,

Star and Stripes their end will be tragic.

Colours are many, the harbour's a sight,

Up the Aussie spinnaker's bright.

Patrolling the waters are our men,

Diving under now and then,

Everyone dashes for the line,

Finally it will come the time.

End is here, excitement mounts,

Never again will you hear those shouts,

Conner's and crew walk away sadly,

Every Australian is cheering madly ...

Kim Scot!

YEAR 9

FORM 9C Teacher: Mr V. Chan Back row, le]t to right: M. Gurr, J. Geha, P. James, J. Courtman, S. Ross, J. Holden, K. Smith, J. Hatton,

R. Dale, M. Johnson.

Middle row, le]t to right: S. Marcos, K. Friend, M. Konstantellos, M. Dayman, A. Grice, J. Callum, K. Barr,

S. Wright, R. Harrison, S. Leckie, V. Lok.

Front row, le]t to right: S. Hanson, J. Pearson, D. Taylor, S. Langridge, D. Robins, M. Adams,

T. Perry, R.Gimblett.

Absent: J. Ryan.

9C FORM NOTES Here it is! The 9C (Mr Chan) form report. (How could you go to sleep with an introduction like that?) 9C does stand for 9 Chan though we consider it to stand for class, confidence, cute, coÂ operation, courage and among all other things CONFUSION. Form periods were not taken lightly with continuous states of rowdiness and most of all confusion. Our Student Representatives Joseph Geha and Steven Marcos came in very handy when the situation became a state of des perati on. In April came the event of the year - the Year 9 camp to Rottnest, what an eventful camp it was! Finally, all the students in 9C would like to thank Mr Chan for all his efforts (ha!).

90 FORM NOTES 9 Healy is a high-achieving, hilarious, heroic form. The typical start to a day, for a regular 9H member, is the voice of Miss Healy excitedly squealing, "Hello possums!" and the last words said are' 'Fly home possums." (We were later to find that these two sentences would become very familiar by the conclusion of the year.) If you, by chance, happened to be in our form at any point during the year, this is what you would discover; witty comments which always arise during our debatable class discussions in English. Every member gives full, enthusiastic participation during these times. There are, of course, some exceptions, who enjoy stirring up trouble - need we say more! In our form we have an 'Impo King' (not mentioning names), who is constantly getting his diary blemished with streams of red writing and always has a green slip close at hand. Miss Healy often refers to the talkers of our class as 'Magpies' and is positive we actually have magpies nesting in the corner of our room.

Marina Adams and Katherine Smith

9T FORM REPORT The "T" in 9T could stand for terrific, tops, trendy or even terrible, but, whether you like it or not, it stands for Tyrrell. Yes, that little Irish lady with the big, round glasses who teaches Mathematics. That poor woman who was destined to meet the fate of being terrorised by some scheming leprechauns (alias Mark Bridson, Paul Eddison and Troy Reany). What's more, she was tantalised by an anonymous Irish joke teller who insisted on having a new joke every Monday at form room to write on the blackboard. I'm sure that the minute Mrs Tyrrell walked into F5 on the 4th February 1986, she inwardly groaned. For there, sitting before her was a group of kids of every size, shape and colour. No doubt, the first person to stand out of the crowd was a very tall, cheerful Mark Adams who could probably out-talk everyone Â including Mrs Tyrrell (and that is a great feat as we soon found out when she first read the "Weekly Bulletin" at great speed in her Irish accent). Probably next came Sharon Robartson and Adam Lyons who were our faithful (Ha! What a joke!) Student Council Representatives.

Our form has been well-represented this year by two conscientious members of our class, Mark Clements and Chelsea Lyford. We are sorry to mention that a valued member of our form (Loo Loo) alias Louise Wholey will not be with us next year. Our lively form has been very active in the college this year: we have entered the Young Writers and Wesfarmers Competitions, gone to see the 'Secret Diary of Adrian Mole' at the Regal Theatre in Subiaco, and also been on a class excursion to the West Australian newspaper. We would like to say, on behalf of aB the members in 9H, that we have certainly had a wonderful year together, sharing many experiences and hilarious moments, and have all learnt a great deal. N.B. - To all the coming 1987, 9H members: 1. Do not rock on your horse. 2. Do not be a magpie. 3. Do not have a strange middle name, and most importantly, 4. English must be your favourite subject. "Fly home!"

FORM 9H Teacher: Miss M. Healy Back row, left to right: B. Easton, M. Youens, M. Church, K. Gosling, M. Benbow, C. Murphy, R. Wallis, S. Maley, C. Lyford, J .A. Fathers.

Middle row, left to right: N. Call, K. Golding, P. Spencer, D. Harding, A. King, S. Eaves, R. Morcombe. N. Heah,

S. Boland, V. Westoby, L. Wholey. Front row, left/O right: N. Johnson, N. Wong, M. Clements, A. Jones, V. Holmes, A. Coxon, B. Palmer, M. Taylor.

FORM 9T Teacher: Mrs P. Tyrrell Back row, left to right: J. Wright, M. Bridson, P. Eddison, J. Soulsby, J. Overington, C. Brown, S. Robartson, K. Scott.

Middle row, left to right: E. Newby, A. Third, M. Hoare, T. Reany, A. Andrew, E. Strauch, T. Smith, M. Warman,

C. Rowley, A. Frodsham, J. Ellen.

Front row, left to right: M. Adams, A. Jackson, N. Comley, S. Came, L. Claughton, A. Lyons, B. Derbyshire,

F. Riches, K. Alexander, J. Lehman, D. Robartson.

as for Todd Smith - you deserve thanks for brightening up an otherwise dull and boring classroom with that hair of yours. Overall, 1986 has been a great year. Just a hint to budding "9Ters" ... remember that St Patrick's Day is March 17th and "Hail the Shamrock! " Amanda Third

Following them closely came Chris Jeffreys and Darryl Lansley who left us at the end of second term. When Mr Milne heard that Emma Strauch and Leonie Claughton were filling in the gaps, he decided to emigrate to France, and left Mrs Maugan the exciting challenge of attempting to teach us Social Studies ("Stop that infantile behaviour at once, class.") Sadly, at the end of third term, Emma left to go to Mirrabooka and a gallant young athlete by the name of Peter Arendts turned up at the starting line. In the first couple of weeks of the term, he showed 9T who was who by winning the 100 metres against our other athletics star, David Robartson. Sarah Came and Alison Andrew also did very well in the athletics department. The participation in the Swimming Carnival was high with Fiona Riches being our main competitor while the rest of us preferred to stick to the novelty races. Julia Overington and Julie Lehman have to win the award for being told off for talking in class the most times this year; Michael Hoare comes runner-up. Karen Alexander and Liz Newby take the "Quiet-as-a-mouse" award and

9R FORM NOTES

1986 saw for us a new year, a new beginning and hope for excitement and adventure. But ... ahh . . . how naive and ignorant we were all those months ago. Since February, our masks of innocence have crumbled somewhat (see Year 9 camp notes). Speaking of the Year 9 camp, I might mention a relatively good time was had by most on Rottnest, though the workload was just a bit heavy. Excursions have been few and far between resulting in one outing to see the movie "Wise Guys" and dinner at Fast Eddy's on a Thursday night with Mr Radich and Mr Griffiths. 1 65

FORM 9R Teacher: Mr A. Radich Back row, left to right: J. Fewtrell, M. Postma, C. Bell, M. Camarri, A. Treloar, M. Fairnie, L. Herps, D. Hill, A. Taylor. Middle row, left 10 right: D. McInlles, M. Hughes, D. Rasmussell, K. Pulich, A. Castle, C. Kaminski, R. Tyndall, P. Passmore, A. Youngs, K. Docking, T. Cruse.

Front row, lef! 10 right: J. Thomas, L. Heedes, B. Rodgers, P.A. Charlebois, A. Leighton, C. Esslemont,

K. Morrison, B. James.

Absent: J. Knight.

suppose you could say the camp was an excursion too, though we spent more time studying the island's history and geography rather than basking in the sun with famous Rotto doughnut in hand (or should I say mouth!). Well, we were in for a surprise when we turned up at our carefully chosen options! How disappointed we were when we found that Information Processing wasn't playing computer games and English Literature was more than doing plays all lesson! Unfortunately, towards the end of the year, we had to say goodbye to David Kennington and Christa Kaminski but were happy to welcome Lars Rasmussen into our midst soon after their departure. Not that Christa and David could be replaced fully! At this point, I suppose I'd better thank Mr Radich for controlling us (or at least attempting to) and making Social Studies more boring than you'd ever imagine. (Only joking. Actually, the S.S. Room was nicely decorated with plants and sheep to make the lessons more interesting.) Lastly, a warning to our future teachers: Beware, as members of the immortal 1986 9R

will be spread far and wide next year. Just when you thought you'd seen the last of us . , , Ainslie Castle YEAR 9 CAMP, ROTTNEST ISLAND On the 27th April 1986, 120 very excited Year 9s crowded the Fremantle Docks, waiting for the Sea Raider to arrive. Frantic good-byes were exchanged as the students and adults piled into the boat. When we finally arrived, we were all quickly taken to the Kingston Barracks where we had a short time to settle ourselves, before a gruelling cycle around the island. A couple of hours later about 130 exhausted people returned to the Barracks. During the following days, many activities followed such as the various groups visiting the West End, Olivers Hill- which shows the guns, the cemetery, museum, a historical walk and of course, the settlement. The Year 9 camp at Rottnest Island will be remembered as it was enjoyed by all. Vanessa Holmes 66

is then sent to a typesetter which prints the type like a photograph onto long strips of paper. These are then cut up and placed into pages. This completed page is photographed and then a printing plate is made to fit onto the printing presses. We then saw the papers being printed and placed in their correct pages. The tour lasted about one hour and we all enjoyed it. Vanessa Holmes

YEAR 9 ROTTNEST CAMP About 120 Year 9's, some Year 11 's and teachers left Fremantle at approximately 10 o'clock on a Monday morning in term two for a study camp at Rottnest. The five days at Rottnest were mostly spent on work. The first day was spent on a group bike ride around the island. (Later on we would have to write a 1,000 word tourist brochure on this). For the next three days, we were split into four groups and took turns to visit areas of interest. A couple of the more notable events were: Mr Chan introducing his favourite meal - raw fish! - to a group of boys (eagerly being snapped up, being 100010 better than the camp food). Miss Healy's sing-a-long on the historic walk (the four-year-olds definitely love Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star). The exploration of the gun station near the army Barracks (where we were staying) and the reading of some interesting graffiti by Mr Radich. And of course, the concert including the well loved Tip-Top muffins' songs. As well as all this, we visited the guns and explored the tunnels, sat on beaches, looked at the cemetery (for Mathematics!) and generally did a lot of work. Most people were thankful for the Rottnest Bakery as it probably saved them from death by starvation. (The food wasn't completely horrible. Some desserts were good enough for seconds, a practice which angered Mr Chan.) Eventually, Friday, the 2nd of May came, so the dorms were cleaned out, the work handed in and cases packed. An exhausted group of Year 9's left Rottnest after lunch and there were not many people among them who had not enjoyed themselves. Thanks must go to Mrs Kirke and the Year 9 form teachers for organising such a great camp.

RELINQUISHED FROM REALITY Secrets ... Lies ...

What are the causes for these?

Change, transformation continues throughout

the existence Of the human race. Some of us become lost and bewildered, Left behind the emerging crowd. There is no one to pick us up, Push us back on course. It is essential to adapt to the modern changes, Once you are neglected, you are abandoned forever . Drifting away . There is no second chance in reality ... Vanessa Lok, 9C

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Andrew Youngs and Michael Camarri

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NEWSPAPER EXCURSION 9H On the 17th September 1986, Miss Healy's Year 9 English Class visited Newspaper House, which prints The West Australian, Daily News, Kalgoorlie Miner and Countryman newspapers. Our class was then split into groups and we were shown around the building. On the Editorial Floor, we saw journalists writing stories on a VDU. These stories can be called up by sub-editors, who may put headings on the story or add later news or correct spelling. This

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I NEVER - TOLD A YONE. .. never told anyone that I still read Trixie Belden books, never told anyone the date of my birthday in the name of birthday bumped shoulders, never told anyone that I still sleep with a teddy bear, never told anyone that I think Michael ]. Fox is a twerp, never told anyone that my longest shower was one hour ten minutes, never told anyone that I hate tomatoes, never told anyone that I used to suck my thumb, never told anyone that I used to imagine monsters under my bed, never told anyone that I love walking the dog in the early morning, never told anyone that I played with trains, never told anyone that I love pineapple, never told anyone that my mum tried to make me go for a swim so I pushed her In,

I never told anyone that I love milk chocolate, I never told anyone lots of things.

Anonymous, 9H 67

BEACH FUN As I walked along the sandy beach,

The waves thrashed, seagulls sang,

And the wind whipped through my hair,

I was thirteen. My friends ran down the hilly dunes, to Meet me at the shore, where we splashed and played, Till the end of day, we had fun, I was thirteen. As the sun was setting, we sat down, We watched the sky turn into different colours, And the water gleamed like glass, I was tired, I was thirteen.

ROCKY BAY VILLAGE Rocky Bay Village is in Mosman Park, W.A. It is the base for the W.A. Society for Crippled Children Inc., and Lucy Creeth formed the centre. The place is composed of several buildings. There are approximately 30 children who come in daily while there are quite a few permanent residents. There is holiday and relief-forÂ parents accommodation available. Most of the children have muscular dystrophy or various forms of it, which is a progressive weakness of the muscles. Others may have spina bifida, which is a congenital weakness of the spine. For the patients who lived there, their bedrooms are set out as close to a home environment as they can be. Many of the children can cook and dress themselves. They have baths each day helped by the many nurses. The patients are taught to develop their own talents e.g. painting, sports etc. Special equipment is provided where needed, e.g. wheelchairs, baths, tables, telephones etc. Since 1937 (when established) the children have received professional help, e.g. nurses, physio's, doctors etc. Some children are able to attend normal schools, while others go to the school there. Buses are supplied by the Education Department. There are many clubs and recreational facilities available for the patients to go to. Funds and donations are collected to spend and provide equipment for the home. The aim is to make the children and adults as individual as possible. Vanessa Holmes

Kelly Friend, 9C

FRIENDSHIP Friendship is caring and sharing. Friendship is opening yourself out, and not hiding your secrets. Friendship is trust and respect. Friendship is sharing your knowledge, and helping others. Friendship is something that everyone should have. Friendship is not a possession.

FAMILY During the last two weeks, my parents and I stayed at a holiday house in Dunsborough. The weather during the first week was far from decent. My brother, sister, friend Mark and my grandmother were coming for the weekend and I couldn't wait. I never stop thinking about my brother and sister and even now, I wonder what they are doing at work. It was Thursday evening and drizzling lightly. Mum asked me to go to the shop to buy some milk. I went. .. As I was leaving the shop, I passed by a public phone box. I couldn't resist the temptation to make a call. I didn't have much money so I knew I couldn't talk for long. I phoned David and Sue and I couldn't begin to explain the joy it brought me. It didn't cost much, but it made me happy. Michael Curr, 9C

THE JOKE "I tried to kill myself," she said, And showed her damaged wrists. "Oh what a pity," the group laughed,

"A pity that you missed."

We didn't really mean it,

Didn't think it was for real.

Honest, it was a joke,

Hoping you would heal.

Now all we do is sit and wait,

For that final moment to come.

And when it does, we will know,

What the strength of a joke has done.

Marina Adams, 9C

PRIDE Every action we execute seems to result from pride, Pride ...

It can dominate our personality,

For this reason, we sometimes withdraw from being the one To take the foremost steps to form a friendship, Waiting for the other person to respond initially. But as we mature, we learn to reach out ... Extend our arms as an invitation. If they are pushed away, We try again and again. Never surrendering . Allowing for change . Vanessa Lok, 9C

THIRTEEN Thirteen, A time full of changing events. Teenage pressures, Teenage happiness, Leaving friends, Making friends, Thirteen. Travelling and leaving, Interesting ideas, People and their lifestyle, Current events, Horrible disasters, Wonderful places, Fictitious stories, Thirteen. Richard Dale, 9C

I HEAR AUSTRALIA SINGING I hear the sounds of Australia, The variety of our culture Â Of the kookaburra laughing, The gum trees swaying, The joyful strains of Advance Australia Fair, INXS singing 'I Send a Message', The waves crashing on Australia Il, Or the surfer catching the surf, which is crashing on the shore, I hear the people laughing to the slogans of Paul Hogan, The sounds of 'G'Day', The typical Australian way, Australia sings so sweetly, The gorgeous Australia sounds that echo. Kath Smith, 9C

ADOLESCENCE As draws near this period of time,

Dim is the light of your childhood days.

Of wetting beds and rocking horses,

Licking the batter bowl!

Everyone is waiting to go and

Start another

Chapter of their life,

Enveloping in

New interests where

Cupids arrow may be

Even near.

Vicki Wesloby, Year 9

I HEAR AUSTRALIA SINGING The crunch of eating gum leaves,

peculiar only to a koala,

The screeching, cackling laugh of

a kookaburra. The beating paws of a kangaroo, Chasing the song of a didgeridoo. The scurrying of a feathered emu, Magpies in trees admiring the view. Pink galahs preening the loose feathers on them, Jolly citizens in the pub, singing our National Anthem. Fremantle Port, starting the day, By shipping things out Arizona way. Ben Lexcen and his funny keel, The America's Cup that we did steal. The prickly spikes on a black boy tree, Yachts cruising down the Swan River, so peacefully. The black swan honking, calling others to his side, Luna Park in Sydney, the best place for a ride. The Sydney Opera House, filled with clapping hands, Waltzing Matilda, played by every band. Grey pigeons calling, coo, coo, coo, The flush of an outback loo. Willy Wagtail sings "Clickety-click', Hanging by your tail, like a possum, is quite a trick! The U-shaped bill of a platypus, Australian creatures mean everything to us. Out in. the country on these hot, summer days, Staring towards the horizon, at the shimmering haze. Healthy lifeguards, roaming the sea, And, of course, there is me. Karen Golding, 9H

FRIENDSHIP Friendships are priceless, irreplaceable fragments of our lives They provide us with humour, fun and most significant of all, trust. Sometimes arguments and disagreements arise, Causing us to doubt the close comradeship which meant so much to us. We walk away, in search of another companion, another friendship But none seems to have the quality to replace the one before. It has no warmth, no trust, only the external image of intimacy For deep inside, it rejects your personality, your suggestions, you for yourself. You then realize that true friendship also means to compromise, To give and also take ... Vanessa Lok, 9C

COUNTRY LAD I love the bush, the sheep and the cattle, I love where I stay, I love this lovely homely farm, On the Corrigin way. The dogs, the paddocks, the old school there,

The creek when it overflows,

Everything here I love so much,

Nobody really knows.

When I go out on the bike in the morn,

I shoot a rabbit or two,

I bring them back for tonight's tucker,

Or else they're made into stew.

Oh, I love being a country lad,

With my dad and mum,

Oh, I love being a country lad,

I have a lot of fun.

Steven Marcos, Year 9

SHATTERED ILLUSIONS It was a hot, summer day and I was resting

after my experience the night before which left me exhausted! I could hear the waves falling gently against the compacted carpet of sand. The children of the motel in which I was staying were laughing in delight. The glaring sun's rays were streaming through the open window which allowed me to smell the salted air. I fell into a deep trance which led me through the open doors to another world unknown to others. I dreamed of islands of paradise on which I baked but suddenly my illusions were shattered by the click of my door and in came my eight year old

daughter, her eyes were the image of deep pools of frustration which stared intensely into mine. I shrank under her overpowering stare. In her two small hands, she held firmly the kitchen knife which I'd left on the bench. She moved closer and I absorbed every advance she made. My body tensed and her single tear fell down her cheek like a stream over a mountain. The knife lowered towards my side, then came her silence-breaking voice, "Mum, I can't cut the bread!" Susan Wright, Crispy Ba,.,., F.J. Ho/den, Da/e Tay/or, Rebekah Harrison, 9C

THE ANIMALS THAT ARE ME There is a sloth inside of me slow and lazy ... hanging to the branches always sleeping ...always sleeping ... ready to put myself in hibernation cut myself off from the rest of the world a gift from the wilderness .. .I must keep. I have a deer inside of me ...gentle and timid ... fleeing from danger. .. scared of the strangers ... hiding in the forest. ..quiet as a mouse ... this is a gift from the wilderness ... a gift to share. I have a dolphin inside of me ...swimming happily in the crystal sea 1 jump high and fall down into the depths 1 come to the surface so all may see me then disappear. .. I play and show off in front of the boats .. .I leap and I am always happy. I have a macaw inside of me ... bright and colourful.. .always squawking out of turn ... never quiet. .. willing to do tricks for all the crowd ... monstrous beak .. .loving the jungle. I have a tiger inside of me ...snariing ... quiet, then suddenly I lash out. .. I tear open flesh and hurt. .. full of viciousness ... a gift from the wilderness I must keep hidden. I have a squirrel inside of me ... rushing for food storing for winter. .. thinking ahead always hiding things away so nobody can find them ... using my resources wisely. I have a boar inside of me ...grunting and groaning ...concerned with my own survival...always selfish ... finding food to eat. ..living for myself. ..this is a gi ft from the wilderness I must keep hidden. This is the zoo I contain within my body ... each animal with its own personality I am all these animals ... a gift from nature a gift I cannot give back Sharon Hanson, 9C

The cold sea breeze blowing people's hats off on the shores of Teignmouth, Watching cats eyes on the roads in the middle of a Dartmoor fog, The early morning mist making you shiver from head to toe, The crowds cheering for their soccer team, Winter in England. The snow falling on the people rushing in and out the shops of Ohio, The ski slopes filled again with young skiers, The dark streets of New York filled with puddles of water, Winter in America. The Paris streets filled with cold Christmas shoppers, In the country, the white snow all over the ground, The people game enough to go up to the top of the Eiffel Tower without getting blown away, Winter in France. The footy players slipping and sliding in mud puddles, The rain drenching all the netball players, Arriving home drenched head to toe, Soaking wet cats curled up in front of the crackling fire, Winter in down under Australia.

THE BIRDS OF FLIGHT The Eagle's wings they soar and glide the sky,

An evil eye from up on high looks down,

The harvest mouse, the claws of death, the

cry, He sits and waits, a king without a crown; The Gull it sits, it walks, it flies, it swims, The fish its prey, a deep blue sea below, And as the sun goes down, the mind it dims, Its brother birds the swallow and the crow, The Dove, the silent bird of peace flies by, A symbol of peace, the crest of our school, For brotherhood and happiness it tries, The love of God, its one and only tool, Since birds of flight they rule the skies above, The peaceful birds the Eagle and the Dove. Michael Curr, 9C

WINTER Winter is a woolly, grey blanket covering the ground at dawn, Dew like spider webs covering the grass, Fluffy dark clouds tumbling continuously in the wind, Trees dropping cavalcades of rain when the wind howls, Violent storms arrive stripping trees and roofs, Lightning ignites the atmosphere, Thunder agitating tear streaked windows, Bedraggled cats rushing indoors, Dogs panic in fright of thunder, Umbrellas turning in-side-out and scarves flapping in the wind, People's shoulders hunched up to the ears, Hands clutching forearms, Children with luminous yellow boots kicking in muddy puddles, Opaque windows covered in misty frost, Football players slip in the baths of sludge, grasping for the soapy ball, Winter is bleak, chilly and damp.

Rebecca Morcombe

WINTER IS HERE Snowflakes drifting to the slush covered ground. The wind whispers through the boughs of leafless trees. Thick, grey smoke billows from red brick chimney tops. Bulky drops of rain, drumming on the roof. Streaks of lightning illuminating the rusty sky. Diamonds of dew, glistening on a spider web, like a crystal chandelier. Sipping steaming cups of cocoa in front of a dying fire. Snuggling under blankets with a book in your hand, accompanied by a hot water bottle. Pelting snowballs at friends and passers-by. Removing frosted mittens and thawing out in front of a blazing fire. Splashing through deep, icy puddles in your knee-high wellington boots. Paper-thin, brown leaves fluttering helplessly through the night air. Tobogganing down the frosty slopes of your neighbour's front lawn.

Andrew King, Year 9

WINTER IN OTHER COUNTRIES The snow drops falling on the Austrian Mountains, Little children playing on their sledges and skis, The ice-skaters slipping and sliding around on the ice. People defrosting their frozen limbs by the burning fire, Little children making snowmen with glee, Winter in Austria.

Karen Colding, 9H 71

WINTER Beyond the city the ground is like a swarm of fireflies. The unimaginable number of pinpricks of light Beam through the atmosphere. Houses become shells of warmth and protection. Weak wisps of smoke timidly arise from chimneys, Only to be run over by titanic blasts of Freezing water and air. On the seas the full power of winter is unleashed Upon the helpless ships bobbing up and down, Like corks in water. Before the tossing waves all is calm, The deep blue is polka dotted by the shadows of Fish silhouetted against the haunting blue seas. Nelson Wong, Year 9

WINTER The days grow shorter and the sun's rays weaken; The long weeks of winter begin. The rolling, darkening sky betrays the coming storms, The winds grow into incessant howling Sharp cracks of lightning illuminate the sky, The storm lashes out in its full fury and only now begins the continuous drumming of winter rain, Sleet and hail splatter down on the leaves, sending small animals scuttling for shelter. Spinning needle-like drops of water crashing down upon the earth Seemingly never to cease. But as soon as it began it stops The ravages of the overnight storm; the heavy dripping branches The delicate droplets of water each shining like a diamond. The ice cold frosts make the gardens silvery; a winter wonderland. The sun begins to shine; it gives no warmth only a cold, hard glare. All this, to me, is WINTER. Marissa Taylor, Year 9

WINTER IS . .. Flames crackling in the fireplace, dancing in unison ... Milo frothing in a mug, leaving you a milk moustache, You stand unprotected by a stubborn umbrella refusing to open, A mass of flooding tears escapes from the billowing white clouds, Musty raincoats drawn out for another year, Out of fashion, out of style, Deserted beaches, frequented only by the odd jogger, The chatter of teeth,

Tots are amused by a man of snow.

Grey and black lace, the blanket of our sky,

Watching the days go by, as you prowl the

house like a caged animal, The winds howl, screaming their presence, Mists creep across pallid pastures, Dew-kissed leaves, The sun attempts to peep through the clouds, Lightning lashes the dry earth, The washing will hang heavy tomorrow. Our wise forest friends will hibernate,

And those with wings must journey south,

Pursuing the golden sun,

While cats retire to their place beside the

heaters, Snoozing peacefully.

The stockman's prayer is answered,

Rain has come at last ...

Vicki Westoby, Year 9

GRANDFATHER'S ROOM So this was grandfather's room, an eerie place it was. A putrid stench filled the room in his last days of health. He was a dirty, undesirable, unloving, cold, selfish bachelor. I never really associated myself with him, as I was ashamed. We both went our separate ways. To be totally honest, I hated him. The thought rang out in my mind, reached its climax, instantly it grew dark. From limbo appeared a shadowy figure. Once more the thought rang out in my mind and the stench that once filled the room so long ago, was now frighteningly present. "You dare speak of me in that tone, boy!" echoed over and over in my mind. I froze, couldn't think, the only words were those of grandad. "You dare speak of me in that tone, boy!" I was caught in a state of confusion. My trembling soul began to pour out of my youthful presence. All known energy was drained from my being. I awoke some time later from what seemed to be shock. I thought about grandfather, I began to weep. Tristan Perry, Paul lames, Stephen Ross and Steven Marcos, 9C 72

Suddenly, a light flickered on, revealing the shape of a dilapidated staircase. My heart began to palpitate as I took the first steps onto the floorb?ards of the stairs. Without warning, my foot slIpped and I fell through. I screamed with terror. Finally I reached the end of the tunnel of darkness that had surrounded me. I bounced upon a springy mattress and left the Horror House to spend my money on yet another ride.

HAIKU POEMS ELEPHANTS As roads and highways Invade the elephants' domain, He turns against man. USA The United States Have athletes that usually Win the Olympics.

Vanessa Lok, Jodie Callum, Kelly Friend and Jason Courtman, 9C

SCHOOL REPORT School children wonder Whether they have achieved the standards Set by their parents. '

THE BUTTERFLY COD The Butterfly Cod is a spiky old sod Who lives in the reefs out at sea. He keeps playing this game of changing his name, Thus confusing himself, you and me.

At times he's the Lionfish, ugly and brave

Frightening to all who come near. '

Then he'.s a Featherfin, pretty and soft,

And calling everyone 'dear'.

A Scorpion Cod with a sting in his tail,

A Zebra Fish too, if you please.

He looks so absurd - he thinks he's a bird,

A Turkey Fish now he will be.

But it's all a great hoax, and if you'll

gently coax, And if I had the time, I'd make this lot rhyme This Red Firefish will admit without fuss That he's really a Pterois Voltains ' (Linnaeus)!! !

LIGHTNING Lightning flashes across the Sky as small children Huddle in their beds.

Karen G., 9H

THE MANSION The moonlight gleamed through the thick fog surrounding the deserted mansion. Cobwebs blew, suspended from the roof; the derelict door creaked. Fearfully, I accosted the dim outline of the renowned, haunted house. My heart pounded furiously as I entered the doorway. Bats fluttered their wings, and escaped through the entrance. Trying to resist the overpowering fear, my trembling hands formed into a tight fist.

Karen Golding, 9H

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YEAR 10

FORM IOC Teacher: Mr J. Cahill Back row, left to right: S. Kempthorne, K. Watson, O. Albanis, C. Sheridan, S. Routledge, I. Crawford, C. Fell, M. Scot!, T. Robertson, S. Ladlow. Middle row, left to right: S. White, S. McAppion, M. Fogarty, M. Stone, C. Kelly, A. Grace, S. Carter, K. Oixon, A. Wright, P. Huxtable, P. Burton, B. Groves.

Front row, left to right: M. Hamilton, B. Campe, O. Hiew, S. Cat!, M. Taylor, P. Blackburn,

V. Bushby, K. Menzies.

FORM JOH Teacher: Mr V. Heinrichs Back row, left to right: R. Leather, J. Turner, A. Parker, R. Cruse, A. Schwetz, J. Oillon, S. Woods, M. Balding,

M.Woodgate, K. Connors.

Middle row, lefllo right: K. Hindes, A. Payne, J. Chan, L. Perry, C. Cox, R. Brinklow, C. Gardner, A. Wood.

O.Hardman, K. Lee, H. Robins.

Front row, left to right: K. Mumme, S. Vale, R. Arnold, B. Watt, K. Gare, M. Loneragan, S. Crankshaw, T. Elliott.

FORM lOP Teacher: Mr P. Phillips Back row, le/tto right: P. Stallard, J. Greay, M. Barker, R. Dunnet, F. Steele, M. Hatton, D. Gregory, A. Bond, S. Verschoor, T. Parkin. Middle row, le/tlo right: D. Cheah, R. Cunningham, M. Verma, R. Finney, P. Flux, N. Mutch, P. Morris, R. Pearson, K.L. Watson, R. Tyndale-Powell, R. Shearwood. Front row, le/tlo right: J. Knight, S. Vaughan, M. Askins, S. Bryden, P. Galloway, M. Hodge, L. Maughan, A. Male.

Teacher: Mr D. Taylor FORM lOT Back row, le/I 10 righl: B. Cooper, B. Schaper, A. Maley, C. Halvorsen, T. Greville, S. Comley, B. Fletcher, N. Brent,P. Denboer.

Middle row, le/tto righl: E. Bee, R. North, L. Barlow, C. Atkinson, K. Medcrofl, M. Bunon, L. Tassell' C. Sayer,

S. Waddy, G. Mullings, K. Gribble.

Fronl row, le/lro right: K. Watson, J. Bearfoot, W. May, S. Harrison, K. Evans, J. Durham, C. Whyte, M. Reed.

Absenl: C. Anderson, J. Dawson.

TEENAGE YEARS Looks and clothes get you 'in', With only brains, you'll never win. Take a step to meet some boys, Never slouch, remember poise. With your life and future ahead, No time for play, study instead. Teens are split into several groups, Bogs and surfs make the loops. Seeing friends and having fun, Only when homework's done. Join the circle, form a chain, Adults, start the dance again.

Kirsty Dixon, Year 10

LOVE We're told that love is ultimate,

Yet our world is full of hate.

Violence, death, destruction,

All seem to be our fate.

Millions spent on war heads,

Bombs and insults hurled.

Can't we take some time

To mend our broken world?

Russia and America,

Hold all our lives at stake.

A push of one red button,

Is all it needs to take.

The people are all scared now,

Nothing seems to go right.

H needs but one dispute,

And our world turns black as night.

Love? What happened to it?

The ultimate emotion.

It seems to have been flooded,

By hate's engulfing ocean.

Belinda Campe, Year 10

THE COUNTRY The powerful motorbike roars over the parched, sun-baked earth, leaving a cloud of red dust in its wake. Above us, the helicopter hovers, its harsh whirring muted by the oppressive, almost tangible heat. The bike is dirty and greasy, and covered with the allÂ pervasive dust. Bob slowly raises his head and unscrews the cap from his ornate, silver flask. He takes a long, satisfying draught. Under the broad-brimmed hat, with the crown stoved in and the felt shiny with age, his face is lined and creased, with sparkling blue eyes peering alertly out from deep-set laughter lines. His skin is brick red, tattooed by years of ground in dust

and sunburn. Replacing the cap, he returns the container to its accustomed position, swinging from a leather holder on his hip. From the other side of his belt hangs a well-used knife, the carved ivory handle worn and yellowed with age. A little point of sunlight runs up and down the razor sharp edge and the lovingly oiled and polished blade glints in his hands as he skilfully whittles a piece of wood. The edge of the blade, keenly honed, flashes as he pauses to look up at the sky. There is still an hour or so of daylight left, but the steel-grey shadows are lengthening as the sun, a glistening globe of liquid gold suspended in a crystal clear sky, sinks into the bands of peachy clouds over the purple hills to the west. The sunlight shimmers off the windmilling blades of the "chopper", while behind us the single blade of the windmill is highlighted, a single illuminated streak in silhouette. The windmill is still, for there is not the faintest hint of the first stirrings of a breeze. The cattle pens are strikingly noticeable in the flat, homogeneous country. The cattle are standing well back from the electric fence, glaring at us through half closed lids. A great swarm of flies attracted by the abominal stench, buzzes lazily around them. Infuriated and vicious, the cattle churn up the ground in the pens, with their constant pawing, and the bellowing of those who make futile rushes at the fence enrages the others still more. The sights and sounds of the country impinge constantly on your thoughts and your senses. John Dil/on, 10H

A-U-S-S-I-E - DON'T WORRY I raise me glass of Aussie Beer,

To all me Aussie mates,

For making this here country,

So blinkin' ruddy great.

For holding all the wharfies strikes,

And holding up the works.

And voting in a Prime Minister,

Full of unprecedented quirks.

Don't worry about the economy,

Which has all gone wrong.

But just sit and sip another beer,

And sing your merry song.

About your long hard day's work,

And your forty-eight hour week,

And complain about the pay you get,

But don't worry or fret.

That's right, sit there in front of the telly,

And sit your beer upon your belly.

For if it doesn't rain, it pours.

It is their problem not yours.

Donna Hardman, Year 10

beat him once and wait till the other kids hear about it!" And with that, the Jacksons slunk away silently, their tails down. They had been defeated. Meanwhile, Steve walked Daniel home. On the outside, Daniel was all smiles but inside, he was crying bitter tears of frustration, hurt and anger. Once again, the fact that Daniel couldn't defend himself, reared its ugly head. Tomorrow, Steve would be a hero. But he never would be. Daniel had never felt so alone in his whole life. Karen Evans, Year 10

ALWAYS ALONE Daniel had always been teased because he was physically retarded. He couldn't walk properly, he had a glass eye and the look that people associate with the retarded. He had started school at a special school but after three years, had advanced to his local primary school. He was now eleven years old. The children in his school had been warned not to tease him and they had accepted him really well. Daniel had friends, and for the first time in his life, he felt needed. Daniel's life was going great until the Jackson family moved to his school. There were four Jackson children. The oldest one, Mike, was in Daniel's class. They were unsanitary, crude and lower-class children who no one really wanted to associate with, so, at lunch-times, they always stuck together. Mike Jackson was the kind of boy Daniel feared so he steered clear of him. One day though, his mum was late to pick him up and as he sat waiting, Mike began to tease him. "Hey Samantha! Look at Daniel over there. He looks like one of your dolls with those glass eyes. One's even bigger than the other!" The Jacksons sniggered cruelly. Daniel kept his head high and tried not to let the insults tear him apart. "Wonder who will win the sports day this year? Will you be training Daniel? Oh yeah, how could I forget? Your legs can't even walk properly, so how could you run?" Obviously, Mike had teased the retarded before. He really knew their soft spots, and Daniel felt his brave front beginning to crumble. "Come on mum! Hurry up!" he willed silently. "Why don't you say something, retard? Or is there something wrong with your tongue too?" "Mike, be quiet! Why don't you ever tease me when my friends are around? Too gutless are you?" challenged Daniel. "Wow! Listen to him! Do you want to fight about it? Come on gutto! Let's see how much of a man you are." Daniel only glared at Mike. "Oh sorry. I couldn't fight a cripple, could I? I'm not that sort of person." Sniggers again from Mike's brother and sisters. Daniel was just about to break down when he saw his friend Steve, walking towards him. He smiled with relief, glad help was here. "Hi, Daniel. These kids giving you trouble? Yeah, I wouldn't put it past them, they're so low down in the gutter. Anyway don't listen to Mike about his fighting, I heard that an eight-year-old

THE SUPERMARKET SHUFFLE 1,2,3,4 open up the pantry door,

Singing onions, dancing chips,

Buy this product and you will flip.

Whiter whites, greener grass,

Give your home a touch of class.

Spin your partner do-se-do,

Try it out. The results will show,

We're the cheapest, but the best,

We stood up through the toughest test.

Form a line, turn to the right,

Ten per cent more for your cash each night.

For those with everything but wanting more,

Kick to the left and close the pantry door.

Greg Mullings, Year 10

A CASE OF RELIGION Estella peered tentatively through the crack in the kitchen door and discerned the rotund figure of their neighbour Mrs Yeats, chatting flippantly to Mrs Connolly, Estella's mother. Their loquacious conversation usually bored the impetuous girl but tonight, their tense voices alarmed her and she listened intently to the two women. "You shouldn't allow Estella to play with her, you know," said Mrs Yeats. "It's giving our street a bad name, you know." "Oh Maureen, they're just two little girls. What could possibly be wrong with my Estella playing with Bridgette. She's only Roman Catholic, not a visiting Martian," protested Mrs Connolly. "But that's the whole problem. She's Roman Catholic and we're Protestant. There's going to be trouble someday if you don't stop them," warned Mrs Yeats. 77

face to face with her worst fears. The bloody bodies of gangs' prey marked the paths of religious freaks patrolling the town, assaulting those whom they thought needed assaulting. The victims were usually of like faith who had backslid in one law or another. It was these gangs' unordained duty to correct the lives of others to better the actions of those living on the wrong side of the fence. The young girl dashed into a shop doorway as a gang of ninth-graders from her school swaggered arrogantly around the corner. Their black jackets and dark hair gave an overall forbidding appearance and Estella knew them only as the Grim Reapers. She was passing undetected but as she stepped from the darkness, one of the boys flung around and caught a glimpse of her pale face in the lamplight. "Hey, isn't that that Connolly girl?" he shouted to the group, "the one that hangs around with Roman Catholic rubbish?" A series of murmured 'yeses' agreed with him. Estella sprinted up the street into the shadows on the edge of the common. "How 'bout teachin' her what's right?" the boy hungrily suggested. "She's off the track,' that one. I mean, someone's gotta teach 'er." The gang raced after Estella as she disappeared into a covert. "She'll be in here somewhere," one of the boys remarked as they scoured the trees lining the common fence. "First one to find 'er gets .. . . . . " The sharp terrifying sound of gunfire interrupted him. Estella glanced up the street to see a petrol bomb being hurled from a black car and crash through the front window of an abandoned warehouse. The van hurtled towards them, seemingly out of control, and the gang frantically dived into the hedge to avoid the piercing beams of the headlights. The car swerved violently away from the fence and continued its reckless way up the street. "Let's get out of here," the gang leader whispered urgently and the boys raced off to some safer area, leaving Estella crouching in the protective bushes. Her relief was overwhelming and she sat there contemplating her absurd predicament, finally arriving at the conclusion that it would be best to return home. Estella quietly opened the back door of the silent house and crept past the kitchen door to the safety of her bedroom. Why, once it had been proper to stride through town after supper but now, one's own life was in danger. Drawing the covers over her head, the little girl, drowning in her confused misery, fell asleep, not knowing her sin. Meredith Hodge, JOR

"But ten-year-old girls!" wailed Mrs ConnoUy as she refilled her neighbour's vamped cup with Irish tea. "Mary, Mary, when will you heed my warnings?" asked an exasperated Mrs Yeats, but her tone of voice darkened quickly. "If she were my daughter you know, I'd never let her out of the house for fear of her meeting up with those Catholics. They're a bad bunch those ones, you know." Mrs Connolly hesitated. "Well," she began, "I'll talk to Frank. I wouldn't want to stop her playing with Bridgette ... " Her voice trailed off pitifully. "Oh, but it was . . . those Catholics who brought the troubles, you know. I wouldn't let Estella play with Bridgette now, Mary." Mrs Connolly sighed, defeated. She'd been dreading such a conversation for a while and painfully knew she would not be strong enough to resist argument from the rational neighbour. Estella, hearing the bulk of the conversation, cursed Mrs Yeats as forcefully as could a tenÂ year-old girl. That disagreeable gossip had no right to speak about Bridgette as she had just done. Yet it was not only Mrs Yeats who condemned Estella's and Bridgette's play. The older children at the Protestant school called her cruel names and drew on her books and compelled her not to play with the "mess on the other side of the fence". Estella did not yet understand that 'good' Protestants did not associate with Roman Catholics. It was against all unwritten laws. Maybe Bridgette might know the reasons behind this custom, if indeed she recognised the barrier that was slowly rising between them. Brick on brick, layer upon layer, the wall of separation was being built, and one day, neither of them would be able to see over the top. Estella escaped into the twilight. The restless evening was saturated with the sounds of a thousand tongues, competing abhorrently with one another across the detrimental wire barrier. In places along the barbed barricade, gangs of Catholic boys confronted Protestant groups, insulting each other and threatening midnight encounters. These contentious ruffians were as much a part of the scenery as the crude graffiti encrusting the town's walls. Yet the folk in this section of downtown Cork were accustomed to the noxious violence, and though they did not corporally add to the destruction, the mere abstinence from associating with the rival religion spoke louder than ruthless words. Estella warily chose her route to avoid obscure places likely to be staging fights but occasionally a misjudged corner brought her 78

THE FIGHT FOR TRILBY'S FUTURE Sitting in the classroom, my thoughts very far away from what the teacher is saying, I realise just how much I am resented here in this community. I'd been uprooted from my own community, and shoved into one where everyone expected me to fit in, be accepted. But I wasn't. How could I be? They were white, and I was black. I'd lived at an Aboriginal hostel since I was two. My mother left me there, and I'd grown up with all the other Aboriginal children. I'd trusted the people at the hostel, but now, after twelve years, they had kicked me out and I was fostered in a white home. The people are nice enough. I've got new clothes and my stomach's never empty but they don't understand me. And school, well, I used to love lessons in the small hostel classroom. But now, I dread it. I'm subjected to all sorts of jeering and taunting. The stuck up white girls won't come near. They, for some stupid reason, think I smell. And I don't. I really hate the teachers too. They degrade me and are very condescending. I'm polite and I do all of my homework, so why do they hate me? The other day after school, I went down to the river. I was playing in the sand on the river bank, enjoying the peace and quiet, when a group of boys from my class crept up behind me. Then they yelled at me, scaring me half to death. I didn't know what they were going to do to me. I sat there and prayed that they would go home. But they didn't. Instead, they grabbed me and threw me into the river, laughing and jeering as they always do. They told me that I needed a good bath, and I didn't know what they meant. I had a bath every night - surely that was enough. The boys ran away laughing and I crawled out onto the river bank, sobbing for all I was worth. Why had they taken me away from the hostel? No one else had ever been taken away before, only when their parents had come to collect them. It just wasn't fair. I wanted to go back. Back to the love and security, the warmth and friendliness that didn't exist here. With these thoughts in my dripping wet head, I set off home. I'd made up my mind I was going to ask if I could go back to my friends at the hostel. When I arrived home, I could hear people yelling. I peered through the kitchen window. There was Mr Franklin, my foster parent, and an Aboriginal woman whom I'd seen on my way to school. Her dark eyes followed me every morning as I walked to school. And here she was yelling at Mr Franklin. Mr Franklin said, "But you know she'll have a better life with me. Why can't you accept that?" 79

"She's not happy here. She's different and she knows it. Let her come with me!" retorted the dark woman. I knew they were talking about me. "I want her to grow up leading a good life. She won't have that chance with you!" said Mr Franklin. "But she'll be happy! She won't feel like an outcast. I wish to God I'd never met you fourteen years ago Dan Franklin. You've caused me nothing but heartache and sorrow. You've got a wife now. She can give you a white child, one who'll be happy here. Just let me have Trilby, she's my daughter too!"

Karen Evans, Year 10

CLOSING DOWN SALE! Feeling depressed, angry and tired?

Old, sad, just been fired?

Well, that's too bad, you'll just have to face,

That in this condition, you're not in the race.

Materialism, capitalism, oh what a life,

Hurry now, forget your stife.

Push and shove, grab what's yours,

Forget all rules and pathetic laws.

For, with money, you're totally free,

To scream and fight quite comfortably.

With everybody else who's rich,

And has that wondrous, materialistic itch.

So rush in now to life's bargain sale,

Hurry now before your fail,

Like the sweet and generous

And mostly penniless

Human Beings!

Petrina Blackburn, Year 10

SCHOOL 'When is this due,' I hear a child cry,

'Next Thursday,' is the hasty reply.

For all of the work that they give us at school,

They double the measure for home as a rule.

English, Maths, Options and Science,

Punishment given for the slightest defiance.

When will we be free to do as we like,

Get home from school and go ride a bike?

We don't have time to finish our best,

None of our work's refreshing,

we need a rest! Holidays are always few and far between, We're losing our childhood, which we've never seen. Terri Elliot, Year 10

CIRCUS Roll up! Roll up! for the weary-go-round, Who knows where your money's bound? Just continue moving, cash in my hand,

Along the way, take any old brand.

Superior this, new improved that,

Various means of reducing fat.

All types of toothpaste, striped or gel,

And here, you can purchase the Liberty Bell.

If you need a little money, don't call on me,

But do keep jiggling your Lipton tea.

Coke adds life, so spread the world,

What? It's unhealthy? How absurd!

Step right up, ladies and gents,

You're just in time for the circus tents.

Inside you'll uncover what you wanted to see,

If you don't - well, tough luck!

The better for me. Mr Gullible, please flash your wallet around, If it's empty - leave without a sound. So bring the whole family, a small fee to come in, But we charge a high price to come

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Negro had been growing visibly enraged. Now he glowered around the shop, looking for something to vent his anger upon, then seemed to hunch up, take a deep breath, then close himself off like a clam, peering out with resentful eyes. "I would like a bar of soap, please," he said, pronouncing each word slowly and distinctly, with no trace of the jive present in his speech moments before. At that moment, a newcomer walked into the store, a white man. "Get out of my way, Sambo," he said. When the Negro began to protest, he growled "I'm in a hurry and don't want none of your hass, boy", with the emphasis strongly on the last word. When the Negro showed no signs of moving, he tried to shove him out of the way. The black man was tensed up, ready to strike, poised on the balls of his feet. The white man looked stunned, realised the Negro was going to stand his ground, hesitated, then lashed out at the black. With superb reflexes, the black man twisted out of the way, brought his arm back, and then retaliated with a fast, precise left hook, followed by two jabs with the right. The white man deflated, then a look of joy flashed across his face as he saw the massive accounts book smash down upon the unsuspecting black man's head. The officer walking into the room clearly saw what happened. "Sir, is this black man causing you any trouble?" he asked. "I won't have any nigger boy interfering with innocent citizens in my district. A few months in the clink should cool him off a bit." John Dillon, Year 10

again!

Nalasha MUlch, lOP

PREJUDICE Slowly the black man wandered into the shop, hanging his head as he saw the white man wrinkle his nose in obvious distaste. He shuffled over to the counter where the white customer was talking to the shopkeeper. "Excuse me," he said. "Excuse me," again, louder this time. "Shh," exclaimed the shopkeeper. "Can't you see I'm busy serving this customer," he snarled impatiently, then turned to the white man to continue their discussion about football. The Negro stood in humiliation, patiently awaiting his turn. Finally, the customer left, and the black man stepped up to the counter. "Could I please have-," he began. "Now what do you want?" asked the white man impatiently, walking into a back room as he spoke. When he returned, the Negro made his request. "May I have a bar of soap, please," he asked. "H uh!" exclaimed the shopkeeper. "Niggers don't use soap - it doesn't make them any cleaner, anyway. Who's the soap for?" "It's for me," replied the black man. "You?! Strewth! You sure don't smell as if you use soap." Under these heaped insults, the

POLECONOMY Skip to the left skip on down, Who to vote for round and round, Watch out now here comes the Libs., Garn says Hassell it's all fibs. Hands up high what about me, We'll help you, says the N.P., Record unemployment, Economy down the drain, It's the Americans, say Parliament, The Yankees and their grain. On the U.S. dollar we're fifty five, Hawkey's fighting to stay alive. Clap your hands, cross your legs, With us your future's safe as eggs. Simon Call, 10C 80

"Have you had experience?" I asked. The man answered with another nod, then, "Have you?" I shook my head. I was only twenty, surely, they didn't expect me to have experience. Just then, the door leading to the interview room opened. A stout man, perhaps forty, strutted out, looked us up and down and pointed to me, "Come on, lad, I'll see you next. " The black man had been waiting longer than 1. The interview began. "Age? " â&#x20AC;˘'Twenty."

"Schooling? "

"Left school after completing my TAE, 280

aggregate. " The questions continued. Then I waited for the dreaded "Don't call us, we'll call you." Surprisingly, it never came. Unbelievably, "You've got the job," came instead. I couldn't believe it. I was thrilled! Still, I felt a pang of guilt - the black man hadn't been interviewed yet. "What about the man out there?" 1 motioned towards the door. "He's black," came the curt reply. "Surely that doesn't ... " "He's black and I'm not letting any black man set down one damn foot in my office. He's black, evil, a criminal. 1 can tell. Mark my words. He's black and no good. Now, if you'll excuse me." I left the room. I tried not to look at the black man. I hurried past him. As I walked down the corridor, I would hear angry voices behind me. "I should at least be interviewed." That was the black man. "Sorry, young man. The other lad got the job." That was the interviewer. "But sir ... " "No buts. You haven't got the job. You haven't even got an interview. Now, go away, I'm too busy for the likes of you." "Yes, 1 guess you're too busy for a black person. I'm only a different colour. Please? I need a job. If I only could have an interview ..

THE NUCLEAR FAMILY Those two men, fingers on the button in Moscow and D.e. Itchy digits, conflicting policies, explosions, heat and blast. Giant mushrooms, rising to heaven, causing no one to see, Summits failing, Neither side sailing, Time is running out fast. The governments build arsenals to blow us into the sky, The innocent bystander, a nervous wreck, is forced to pray. Conservationists do all they can, to save you and I, They say we're in a free society and yet we have no say. The years go on, but conservationists do not governments hinder, So will our Earth survive, along with the human race? Or will our glorious planet be reduced to a cinder; Captured in time and space. Mark Verma, lOP

BLACK IS BAD!? His face glistened with sweat as he paced up and down the office clasping and unclasping his hands. He had short clean nails which seemed to gleam against the background of his muddy black skin. He was tall, about six foot, and had broad shoulders which were obviously used to hard work. Even through his pale green shirt I could see his muscles cascading down his back, rippling with his every move. He had long legs which seemed to glide effortlessly around the room, obeying his every command. His short black hair was neatly combed - his face was cleanly shaven. He was the picture of physical perfection. He was dressed neatly too. His cream slacks newly pressed, his shoes polished and his shirt tucked in. Although 1 was probably as neatly dressed as he, I felt ashamed. My shirt no longer looked freshly pressed, my pants no longer clean. My hair seemed to be forever falling across my face and my nails seemed like bitten stubs. The man looked my way and smiled. I smiled back as I pushed my hair out of my eyes. "Nervous?" 1 asked. He nodded, sat down, then stood up and began his relentless pacing.

"I said get lost. No one wants any black person on their staff. I said go away and I meant it. " I heard retreating footsteps. My face was burning. I decended in the lift as fast as I could. Belinda Campe, Year 10

TESTS The shores of time lap against my brain and as they do I strive in vain, To try and find my purpose in life, and that is why I get in strife. As I look at my teacher, I screw up my face. This tests is the pits, it's a waste of time, I think in the future I will try to rhyme. "OH HELL", look at the clock, I've five minutes to go and it's still ticker tock. I hope I don't fail, it's not the way, My parents won't forgive me, they'll make me pay. "Hand in your papers" is the request, Reluctantly I do, pulling at my vest. I sit and bite my nails till they bleed, I wished I hadn't rushed, less haste more speed?? Rober! Shearwood, lOP

FROM THE FOOT OF THE CROSS How far do you have to go? I know its a.K. to help people to heal the sick Make the blind see Set the prisoners free To bring good news to the poor But to die? I liked the way you did things talked to the sinners ate with the tax gatherers healed the lepers even giving that adulterous woman another chance That was clever Â But to die? Last Thursday when you washed our feet told us to be servants said that the least was the greatest that you forgave us for sleeping when you prayed That was reasonable - I can accept that But to die? WHY It's like the past three years are for nothing That those things you said, can't happen All those dreams of the kingdom The justice, the equality, the fair go All turned to dust But to die? WHY Do you expect me to continue where you left off? Wendy May, lOT

THE EARTH IS OUR RUBBISH BIN The sun's drifting behind a cloud, The cities live in a grey smoke shroud. They're killing the trees with D.D.T., And that's the way that it's meant to be. They're felling the forests for woodchipping, But picking an orchid's a deadly sin. They sit around watching T.V., And that's the way that it's meant to be. The fish are dying in rivers and streams, You're stone drunk and you dunno where you've been. Radiation's killing you and me, And that's the way that it's meant to be. Now they're making bombs with plutonium, Your hair falls out and you're feeling numb. They won't listen; they won't see, And that's the way that it's meant to be. The reactor's broken - don't tell anyone, Even if we tell them it's too late to run.

They're hiding things from you and me,

And that's the way it's meant to be.

Have your battles, have your wars,

Now the pearly gates have closed their doors.

There is no real victory,

And that's the way that it's meant to be.

But the next generation marches in Anzac parades, They hope for the future not mourn over graves. We're dying of cancer, one by one, Can they still save us from what we have done? We've destroyed the landscape: blotted the sun, This game of life can never be won. And that's the way that it's going to stay. John Dillon, Year 10

THE MESS Electric streaks of shattered light disturbed the restless sky, The thunder rolls of timpani were booming up on high, The laden clouds prepared to loose the torrents they contained, Then one final shout of triumph sparked the flood of angry rain. It gathered all the rivulets of earth's forgotten streams, It stormed upon the villages and snatched away their dreams, It gushed upon the mountain peak and gnawed its pride away, As descending walls of water tried to conquer light of day.

It devoured the people of the land not caring

Rumble, rumble, the wheel of progress turns, 'There's a forest in the way, let's see if it burns' . And History is history, we're on the next page, Because you can't fight time, or the coming of age. Grind that wheel, Brother. 'That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.' Neil Armstrong, 1969. Martin Reed, Year 10

whom it ate, It rumbled forward ravenously despite the pleas to wait, It left a desolate trail of woe, destroyed without a rest, And the earth this animal left behind was nothing but a mess. Electric streaks of shattered light exploded in the sky, The thunder rolls of timpani were bursting up on high, The finger poised a moment still, above the button red, When a mighty shout of triumph chased the children off to bed. It gathered all the strength of one preceding windy stream, It stormed upon the villages and shattered all their dreams, It gushed upon the mountain peak and tore its pride away, As enlarging balls of fall-out tried to blot out the light of day. It devoured the people of the land not caring whom it ate, It screamed upon the nation, ignoring pleas to wait, It left a desolate earth of woe, destroyed without a rest, And the earth this animal left behind was nothing but a mess. Meredith Hodge, lOP

AND STILL THE EARTH IS SILENT We have rubbish bins now,

And cemeteries for the dead,

The Thames is clean Â Now people swim,

But the super powers still

Make the nuclear weapons,

And accidents do happen,

So now the earth is poisoned.

Will we ever live clean Â

Really clean?

No smog,

No smoke,

No fumes-

Will we ever breathe air

Fresh as God made it?

No.

For man needs to progress,

Get bigger and better.

And in his quest for power,

The earth is ruthlessly abused.

The litter,

And smoke.

The results of progress

Man disowns,

And still the earth is silent.

Karen Evans, Year 10

GRIND THAT WHEEL Blip ... blip ...shrilled the PDI, UFO seen by our 'eye in the sky', Something incomprehensible, unknown 'We can't have this' said base, and shot it down ... Grind that wheel, Brother. Hiss, bang went the U-238, Keep it quiet, avoid a riot, it's not too late, Priority No 1, don't worry about the people, And Gorbachev preaches peace from his private steeple, Grind that wheel, Brother. 'Hey, let's blow up these bomb-happy pagans', Said our purveyor of peace, President Reagan, From things that go bump, and give you the shudders. Save your own, by killing all the others, Grind that wheel, brother.

PROBLEMS The Russians like to think they own the world, But what world will be left if the bomb is hurled? Not only Russians but Australians will die, Such little time is left to say good-bye. As time ticks away we don't think of the past, We think of the future and how long it will last. What about us? And our children-to-be? Doesn't anyone care? Don't they care about me?

These world leaders hold all the power, They can bring peace or start war any hour. If only they'd talk; sort their problems out, Peace would eventuate, there is no doubt. But 1 guess it certainly wouldn't end there, More problems would arise because people can't share. Can't share their resources, happiness and land, And won't lift a finger to lend someone a hand. We must learn to love and respect each other, And learn to treat everyone as sister and brother. No more fighting and no more wars, Let's all stand united for a worthy cause. Sharon Bryden, Year 10

THE JERUSALEM CHRONICLE (Lead Story) 1 am sure that most of the citizens will be aware that the Galilean known as Jesus was crucified a couple of days preceding the last Sabbath. The man has emerged as a great healer and miracle worker in recent years although church authorities despised him. 1was fortunate to have followed the movements of Jesus after he was arrested at Gethsemane and uncover the truth about the whole incident. What follows, is an account 1 assembled over the days of my association with the case: Three days before the Sabbath, 1 learnt that the man known as Jesus had been arrested. As the reporter on duty that night, it was my duty to be in touch with the Roman garrison HQ. The report from the Romans simply stated, 'The troublemaker known as Jesus of Nazareth has been arrested on allegations that he has committed treason against Emperor Tiberius and that he has broken several Jewish laws.' I made my way to HQ, but discovered that Jesus had been taken to the High Priest's house. This led me to suspect that there was something very complex about the whole affair. Why should an arrested man be taken to a churchman's house and not the Roman HQ which was standard procedure. At the High Priest's house, the entire Jewish council had assembled and were trying Jesus. A procession of witnesses gave evidence against Jesus, but their stories were so different and recited in an unnatural way, that it was easy to see that they were lying even though what they said could not condemn Jesus. This is where 1 began to suspect that political intervention was afoot. Someone wanted to judge, sentence and

execute this man very quickly if they were going to these lengths to get Jesus 'out of the way'. Unfortunately, when the High Priest asked Jesus if he was the 'Son of God' as Jesus had been accused of claiming a number of times before, Jesus replied that he was. The council condemned him for blasphemy and he was sentenced to death. They then proceeded to blind-fold Jesus and spit on him. They also beat him cruelly and shouted insults at the man. (Ed. Although this may embarrass the High Council, the editorial staff felt that the public have the right to know.) The following morning, the council met to plan their next move. They placed Jesus in chains and he was taken to Governor Pilate. The chief priests began a barrage of accusations, of which Jesus answered none. Even when Pilate asked Jesus if he was the 'King of the Jews', Jesus answered 'So you say'. Pi late was clearly quite nervous as the council was pressuring him into sentencing Jesus, but Pilate simply imprisoned Jesus and ordered his guards to tell everyone that he was not to be disturbed. The Roman spokesman stated that the official statement from the Governor was 'No Comment'. Hence, Jesus remained in prison. At the Passover Festival is where Jesus next emerged. 11 is common knowledge that Governor Pilate sets a prisoner free at this festival, so he brought forth Jesus and the rebel called Barabbas. He asked the crowd who they wished set free and they voted for the rebel. They shouted that Jesus should be crucified. (Ed. At this point, the reporter who wrote this - and wishes to remain anonymous - would like to make clear that he observed the priests and their followers in the crowd, who stirred them up and hence led them into saying what they said.) A leak from the palace said that Jesus was flogged and mocked by the soldiers who also placed a crown of thorns on his head. The palace made no comment on the leak, but when Jesus was led to Golgotha to be crucified, the treatment of Jesus was revealed, to confirm the leak. The soldiers forced a Cyrenian (who was visiting the city) to carry the cross as Jesus was far too weak to carry it. Upon reaching Golgotha, the soldiers crucified Jesus and divided up his clothes among themselves. All those who were there, bar the few who were Jesus's family or friends, shouted out insults to the already demoralised man. Three hours after the crucifixion, the skies were covered in darkness (Ed. Remember that this was at noon.). Then, at three o'clock, Jesus

They found the stone to the tomb's entrance rolled back and within was an angel. He stated that Jesus had been raised from the dead and to spread the word. This may seem unbelievable, but over the following days, several others reported that Jesus appeared to them. Some of the people that said they had seen Jesus are respectable citizens who would have no reason to lie. After my personal experience in this entire incident, I wish to announce to everyone that I believe that Jesus truly was the Son of God, despite the teachings of the priests. T, myself, have been converted and T urge everyone to come and hear the teachings of Jesus from his many followers. Anonymous Reporter, 20th Nizan 33AD M. Verma, lOP

cried out "My God, My God, why did you abandon me?" and he then gave out a loud cry before dying. From other reports, the temple curtain was torn in two at apparently the same time (Ed. Temple officials have denied this.). Even one of the Roman soldiers exclaimed "This man was the Son of God!" That feeling seemed to be with everyone at that moment. The body of Jesus was removed in the early evening by an anonymous person, whom, it is speculated, is a councillor. (Ed. This account was originally not going to appear but, what occured on the Sabbath and following days shows how important this is.) On the Sabbath three women, all followers of Jesus, went to the tomb to anoint Jesus' body.

Antionette Agostini, Year II

YEAR 11

FORM liB Teacher: Mr W. Bradshaw Back row, le/tto right: L. Grace, R. Smyth, P. Fathers, S. Westle, M. Wood, A. Monson, J. Grierson, F. Barr.

Middle row, le/tto righl: A. Walmsley, P. Chiang, S. Brand, J. McNeill, A. Herps, P. Wright, .I. Manus, D. Snooks,

C. Riches, L. McKnight.

Front row, left 10 right: J. Ranson, N. Sexton, J. Bronwasser, F. Harris, S. Larkin, K. Weir.

Absent: M. Cargin, B. ElIiott, S. Halliwell, C. Hester, T. Watt.

production which was well worth seeing. Matthew Wood, for his academic abilities, Brendan Elliott, our 'Exchange student' from America ... oops ... Canada, who got along very well with everyone!!! (especially the lady across the road from our school who will remain anonymous, but we know, don't we Brendan?! !) We must also thank our very helpful Student Councillors - Angela Walmsley and Brendan Elliott - who did a fine job representing our aims and viewpoints. thank Mr Bradshaw for Once again, keeping our form under constraint during difficult moments. lames McNeill and Felicia Harris

lIB FORM NOTES As you may well know, this form, under the skilful, capable, magnanimous and extremely strict leadershi p of Mr Bradshaw, has set a standard which future Year 11 students will find very difficult to imitate. We have an elite group of students which includes Alistair Monson, Stephen Westle and John Manus who, from our humble form, have been elected to next year's Executive Student Council. Incidentally, John Manus is a 'new-corner' to our school and has done extremely well in sport and captained the interschool team in athletics. Speaking about athletics, there are a number of people who deserve a mention. They include Sian Halliwell, who has progressed immensely in the art of swimming and surf life-saving; Felicia Harris, who won the much sought after award of Champion Female Swimmer for Year 11. In the field of athletics, Sascha Brand and Jarrad Grierson did exceptionally well in the Interschool Athletics. Other mentionable people include those who participated in "Trial by Jury", an excellent

lIe FORM NOTES Firstly, we'd like to thank Mr Griffiths for our enjoyable (?) camp. We managed to survive Adrian's feet, Melissa's laughter, the lizard's unappealing ways and the weather, which was not as favourable as one could wish for. Our night time activities proved interesting. We all showed our stamina, lack of co-ordination and brilliant personalities. By the second night, we were putting up our tents reasonably quickly, thus allowing time for innovative hair-dos and sing-songs. We were all disappointed about finishing the walk a few kilometres early, due to some very good acting by one of our team. Thanks to Mrs Cannings, Mr Pitman, Mrs Coombs and especially Mr Griffiths. We an had a great time. We'd like to congratulate Craig Palmer on being elected as College Captain for next year and to Michael, Sarah and Rolf for being on the Executive. Thanks Craig and Kathy for being our Council Representatives this year. In terms of raising money and supporting activities, we showed we really were the best Year 11 form. We've all seemed to get on well. thanks to Mrs Coombs' integrity. Looking forward to Year 12 (?!!) ... Rebecca Morgan

lIG FORM NOTES This year has been a relatively quiet one for Form 11 G. Perhaps its highlight was the gesticulations of an irate Mr Glasheen which manifested themselves in the slipping out of place of his carefully positioned hair (singular), to reveal the slime of a meticulously polished bald patch beneath, as he tried to gain control of a gossiping, gregarious form class. The students in this form have, in the main, capably carried out their monitorial duties and special thanks go to our able Student Councillors Elaine Gibson and Nicole Luke Â their job hasn't been easy (with a form like ours - no wonder!) As a form we can be "very loud" or "very loud" especially on issues such as "beauty Bob!". Form period saw Mr Glasheen's pile of green papers grow smaller. Sadly we found that as a group we didn't seem to "click" and there was much evidence of people wanting to do their own thing - not always to the benefit of our form. "Socially, perhaps it is the age ... we ought to have been more active, but for some reason we haven't. However, all in all it has not been a bad year" (Remember 1985 Columba Mr Glash?).

FORM IIG Teacher: Mr R. Glasheen Back row. lefllo righl: M. Birkus, N. Howells, J. Littlewood, P. Hymus, J. Greville, S. Robinson, D. Ross, S. Schmidt, P. Buckland, M. Lee, J. Jordans. Middle row, lefllo righl: K. Vemon, N. Goldsmith, L.A. Youngs, R. Melior, D. Smirke, B. Loneragan, S. Wong, M. Dodd, J. Geha, .J. Binder.

Fronl row, lefl la righl: R. Edwards, N. Luke, K. Kural, E. Coombe, F. Lisler, E. Gibson, S. Porter, J. Ormsby.

FORM IIC Teacher: Mrs D. Coombs Back row, left 10 right: M. Usher, C. Palmer, A. Rundin, A. Harry, D. Cox, C. Fairnie, R. Vickers. Middle row, left to right: T. Grice, D. King, D. Burbidge, M. Robinson, S. Geary, S. Day, R. Morgan, L. Gould, K. Lehman, J. Gregory.

Front row, left to right: E. Wong, A. Morris, D. Lambert, A. Agostini, W. Arthur, T. McKenzie,

N. Leisk, M. McLean.

Absent: M. Arendts, W. Blazejczyk, J. McWhae, E. Coxon.

FORM IlL Teacher: Mr S. Lievense Back row, left to right: D. Llewellin, R. Howson, J. Sayer, D. Cooke, M. Powell, B. Heuchan, R. Trinder, A. Gardner. Middle row, Ie/tto right: C. Smith, I. Mills, S. Wheeler, P. Eldrid, A. Passmore, N. White, S. Jefferies, S. Cooke, S.Eaves, P. Gardner. Front row, left 10 right: S. Esslemont, C. Newman, M. Robertson, V. Johnston, M. Lee, B. Ranford, C. DeBurgh, L. Bentley.

IMPROMPTU ON LIFE Goodbye, goodbye and farewell, I say to this land, this cruel, cruel land which has kept me praying on calloused knees, praying that there will be a tomorrow. No longer will I feel weak and ill, uncertain as I gaze upon the faces of those I love, wondering whether they will live another day, or take another bitter breath of uncertain life. There were some, who believed, that if it did happen, they could burrow far underground, like rats to escape the radiation. But I know the truth, now that it is done. Brigham Ranford, 11 C

?? Why is it that when we're alone we can talk freely, But when you're with your friends you close up? I pass by you but you don't even look my way. You know how I feel; I've told you before. You've even mentioned it to me, But I'm not good enough for you ... Remember? Of course, I don't take anything you say seriously, Did you really think I would? Well, I suppose that's my say, I just wish you would say YOURS. Anon, 11

Tanya McKenzie, Year 1/

THE MEANING OF IRRELEV ANCE The issues of irrelevance which probe our everyday lives will mean nothing to us in years to come. The memories, occasionally pilfered from the back of the mind, bring forth ludicrous laughter when we remember how naive we were - are we ever without innocence? Those matters of extreme importance which cannot wait until tomorrow will fade into nothingness in years to come. The past has no weight, the present has no relevance and the future has no gain. If this is justifiable, then why do we place so much emphasis on contemporary ideals and goals, when, in reality it is all pointless? We are vain creatures, in search of self-importance and individual forte. But we are all fools. By the time we reach senescence our memories are dulled anyway, and the future is riddled with arthritis, osteoporosis, wrinkles and death. Such promises. At the time of deliverance, when the coffin is sealed, our memory becomes a part of someone else's mind: and, if we are lucky, they may even look upon our grave and smile about how naive we were: and their children will wonder with smothered impatience just when they are going to go and have their morning tea. Lisa McKnighl, 1/ B

Sian Halliwell, Year 11

TV, THE HAND OF ILLUSION Smack, Pow, Wham, Barn,

There goes the A-Team in a showdown again,

A burst of bullets shoot across the sky,

B.A. throws a punch, as the enemy runs by, Faceman gets hit, and crashes through the balcony rails, Lucky for him, he landed in a stack of hay bales, Who's that masked man, flying in the sky? It's Madman Murdoch, shooting all the bad guys, They never get beaten, for they are the heroes, Never harmed by bombs, guns, or arrows, Soldiers of fortune, running from the law, For they were deserters from the Vietnam War, Faceman and the gang are everyone's friends, Violence always helps them at the end, The show comes to a stop, Mary Sue turns the T. V. off.

She goes to bed to fall asleep,

To dream of what has happened in the past

week. Little Mary Sue went to school the next day, And she had an argument with Jeremy Quay, They were in the Science Lab working on some potions, When horrible Jeremy Quay stuck Mary's hair in an inky lotion, Mary Sue, swung a hit at her enemy Quay, Who hit the floor in a very hard way, When the teacher asked "What's going on?" Little Miss Mary Sue would only say, "What do you mean, I solved my problem the' T.V. way Anyhow, that's how the A-Team did it yesterday.' , The teacher could only say, "I knew something would go wrong today. You all right? You naughty boy, Jeremy Quay." This is the land of television, the creator of illusion, The square picture box, has taken over thought, Causing great delusion, The children of today, see life as a story, Everything works on T.V., so why worry? Reality and fantasy are no longer apart, Reality has not ended, but the separation of fantasy has no start, It's a sad fact of today, but true, For no one has an imagination any more, And the treasured fun of old times seemed to have become a bore. When life loses reality, and truth, It can always be blamed back to the television Naomi Leisk, llC set.

ALL SAINTS' DANCE Bow to your partners, bow to your corners, Now off to class with the rest of the mourners, Into Maths into Science, Up to office for defiance, Circle left and circle right, Try to move, the schedule's tight, Swing your partners through the air, Hey Boy! don't rock on your chair Grab your books and promenade, John boy have your fees been paid? Dosy Doe 2 by 2, Excuse me sir, can I skip to the loo? Lift them ladies off their feet, What's the time, boy, I'm beat, Swing them high and swing them low, There's the bell, time to go! Neil Goldsmith, IIG

Seonaid Esslemont, Year 11

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THE SOUND OF MUSIC Jimmy at age of 5 had his first encounter with music - "This old man, he played one ... " Gradually but steadily, he is fascinated by the producer of the music, the cassette deck player.

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cassette. The cassette player refuses to respond! Jimmy becomes very upset. Dad is worse, he put all the blame on Jimmy and gave him a good spank. Jimmy went into his room, crying. The cassette player is finally repaired, but bad workmanship takes its toll. It fails to respond again! Dad brought it back for more repair. The radio man said, "It is made in Japan, no wonder ... " The cassette player left for the glass cabinet, to be stored, as 'antique' . The beginning of Jim's interest in dad's car stereo system, although dad told him not to touch. Dad finally approves of Jim to go out (out of the house) with the car stereo system. Jim's favourite "This Old Man" cassette has its tape curling around the roller and capstan of the car stereo. The cassette is buried with honourable salute in the backyard. A year of solemn prayer. A year of no sound of music. Dad decided that Jimmy is old enough to own a player and gave him money to get his very first walkman for Christmas, of course. A year of quiet and peace with the house as he uses headphone.

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He decided that he would buy a stereo speaker for the walkman. Well, you guessed it, the sound of music is back, but this time, Jimmy plays Rock 'n' Roll and Punk. He became increasingly interested in the later model of walkman, but they are all "Made in Japan". He saved enough for a new walkman. Sony (the manufacturÂ er) claimed that the new

walkman assigned 'WM-20' is the world's smallest and slimmest). With the walkman on the beach, in the street, at home, people look upon it with envy, but Jimmy proudly moves through the crowd. Problem with battery connection occurs. Player frequently stops in the middle of Madonna's "Papa Don't Preach". Jimmy decided to save for another he saw at an electronic shop. Meanwhile, he proudly shows off his collection of the deckÂ player, first walkman, Sony 'WM-20' in the glass cabinet when friends drop by; but is too shy to tell the story about the funeral of his "This Old Man" cassette. Michae/ Lee

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YEAR 12

FORM 12H Teacher: Mr B. Hanson Back row, left 10 right: O. Berghich, D. Bremner, B. Spencer, D. Gare, R. McCulIoch, A. Blackburn, G. Day.

Middle row, lefllo right: I. Osborne, A. Dunnet, R. Sexstone, T. Malpass, D. Atkinson, D. Pyle, D. Trezise, R. Campe.

Front row, left to right: C. Cheah, E. Male, J. Fenn, M. Robartson, E. Worthington, P. Horn.

Absent: L. Fletcher, F. Scotl

Teacher: Mr J. Kural FORM 12K Back row, left to right: G. Chan, E. George, C. Spence, A. Smyth, D. Youens, D. Sindair, K. Tompkin.

Middle row, left to right: C. Rowley, L. Morcombc, D. Scott, G. Burton, T. Gardner, J. Quealy, S. Watters.

Front row, lefl to right: H. Geha, E. Compton, J. May, P. Gardner, K.A. McInnes, J. Hubbard.

FORM 12L Teacher: Mrs G. Luha Back row, left to right: B. Clarke, M. Blackbeard, G. Brinklow, B. Tee, D. Leighton, M. Power, D. Adams, T. Connors. Middle row, left to right: J. Beechen, A. Stewart, C. Buckland, S. Bee, N. Pihu, S. Askins, F. Rowe, C. Adams. Front row, left to right: J. Fels, H. Lance, K. Hodge, N. Newby, G. Hanson, S. arm.

FORM 12P Teacher: Mrs J. Prescott Back row, left to right: K. Morrison, M. Hughes, N. Lai, K. Chen, S. Green, B. Lee, A. Christie, S. Wright.

Middle row, lejr to right: S. Tassel!, A. Lansley, H. Mason, A. Perry, J. Liddell, A. Hartley, P. Ellen.

Front row, lefllo righl: C. Trinder, S. Tayler, S. Tyndall, L. George, R. Ogier, M. Yoshida.

FAREWELL TO A YEAR HEAD To add to the pressures of our final year, the most senior students in the college lost their heads! Mr John MacDonnell Blore Bednall (our year head) left the All Saints' campus for the penal settlement of Tasmania where he is to take up an appointment as Headmaster of Hutchins School, the oldest educational establishment in Australia. Very appropriate I assure you. To celebrate or otherwise this occasion, the "bestest" A.S.C. students (the Year Twelves) gathered at the Hindquarter Steakhouse to give Big John a surprise farewell.

calendar along with a Teledex. Thanks to all who contributed and I'm sure I speak for the majority of the school when I say "Thank you, Mr. Bednall". Tony Connors

Farewell to Year Head.

To have a successful A.S.C. report, a quota of cliches must be filled, consequently, I must begin now. The evening was an outstanding success and everyone had a totally enjoyable time (No. 1). After the indigestible tones of Dirk Pyle's speech had been endured, an even less desirable occurrence was suffered. Tony Connors made a speech as well. In all truthfulness, the speeches were entertaining and, dare I say it, appropriate. Then, the man of the moment took the floor. Now you've all heard J.c. make some memorable speeches, but I can tell you that you ain't NEVER heard anything like this before. For a man who had no idea as to the event, he was memorable and totally Johnny. Many were reduced to tears while others thought very hard about it. This last "hoorah" of our esteemed leader was a night to remember (No. 2) and left us in no doubt that Hutchins gain was All Saints' substantial loss. Sarah Bee, Sonya Tassell and some other Student Council members are to be thanked for and congratulated on their efforts in organising this wondrous evening. Oh! Someone will throttle me if I neglect to mention the small gift Mr B. received. The Year Twelves all chipped in and purchased a leather desk set. The presentation was also made on behalf of the school of a matching blotter and

Panda Gardner, Year 12

Richard Campe, Year 12

Jonnine Hubbard, Year 12

the night was pitch black. The boy was concerned. The days became colder and at night he had to sleep in the cave with the bats to keep warm. The most curious thing was the specks of white ash that fell from the sky. They covered everything and the jungle soon became a mass of white leaves, with green ones slowly being devoured by the ash. The boy became sick. Every morning he vomited, his skin became pale and his hair began to fall out. He was not strong enough to kill the animals on which he had survived and he became weak through hunger. He saw dead birds floating down the stream as he drank. He lay by the stream as he could not crawl back up the bank he had descended to get to the water. The birds no longer fluttered, the insects did not chatter, nor did the animals howl from afar. The boy's body was lifted by the stream and he twisted and tumbled over the worn rocks. He would not become a man.

John Beechen, 12L

THE JUNGLE The jungle was awakening. In the transition between night and day, distant animals broke the silence of the rising sun. Visible moisture hung in the air enveloping the canopy of green leaves that fed on it. Birds fluttered from tree to tree and the intermittent chatter of insects progressively broke the serenity of dawn. The boy rose from his bed of grass and stood upright in the morning air. The gurgle of the stream as it trickled over the rocks, ground smooth by the constant motion of the water, urged him to drink. He walked to it and sipped the cool fresh water. So began another day. As the sun rose to it zenith, the boy went about his daily ritual of gathering food and killing game. If he had been counting, he would have realised that this day was also his seventeenth birthday, but the occasion went unnoticed. He was unaware of the events that were occurring in his world. His heart pounded as he sprinted towards the rocky outcrop which was to be his protection. As the roaring engines of the Bl bomber screamed overhead he dived behind the massive rock, tugging at the knife in his waistband. His face pressed against the rock as the roar reached its peak then it was gone, the noise tailing off into the distance. After a few moments he relaxed and came out from his hiding place. Two streaks of black vapours were left in the sky where the plane had passed over. He stared at them curiously and reached to touch them, but they were out of his reach and he ignored them. Many moons later the Earth started changing. The sun was no longer as bright and

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TO MY LITTLE GIRL Run Run little girl Pass over the weeds of responsibility And do not fall to the hard, dry ground of reality Run until there are no more fields Through which you may pass Accept it because It is Skip Skip little girl Through the fields and pastures of life Breathe in the freedom of your youth Pick the flowers of your imagination Â Those that need no explanation For It is Love Love little girl While it is still simple and innocent Kind and responding For as long as you believe in it It is ... ... and will be Sonya Tassell, 12P

Six strings as six friends,

Sing a perfect harmony,

Sound welling from wood.

Sound

sensual, loud,

enriching, satisfying, growing,

room-filling, sky-high

Noise Anon, Year 12

AN ODE TO LOVE I've watched you through my starry eyes of love I've seen your hopes, your passion and your fears Yet never will you know the way you move My heart, and how it drowns within my tears I look your way but never do you see My yearning glance that hopes that you may know The love that dwells within me Â love for thee The love that with your touch would melt the snow Will I never reveal my feelings true? The seemingly eternal hurt inside The pain that silently does swell for you The feelings that do rise and ebb like tide I've loved you from the start to now your prime I will stay yours sincerely for all time Adrienne Hartley, Year 12

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE - A TIME-CAPSULE OPENED Pride and Prejudice has become a classic of English literature since its anonymous publication in 1813. Austen's work has survived the test of time by virtue of the author's ability to produce a novel which is realistic, emotionally appealing and artistically excellent. Testimony to the eminence of the novel, is the ease with which it is possible to become 'lost' in the fictional world of Pride and Prejudice, viewing the characters as real people, identifying with their roles, emotions and station in society. It is important that the reader bears in mind that Pride and Prejudice heralds from a time which is no longer applicable. In our epoch, it assumes the very important role as a social history. It is not a twentieth century novel set, by authorial design, in the early years of the

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1800's, but a work constructed during, written for and based on this period. As such the author has not utilized, and written about, a certain world with reference to a twentieth century code of values. She has written using the beliefs of her time. As the reader identifies with a character and draws parallels with his own life and personality, he imposes his twentieth century values on the work, thus inhibiting recognition and comprehension of the author's message. Essentially, the reader is changing the novel to suit himself by the juxtaposition of value systems from two different times. Similarly, by identifying too closely with characters from a time which we have not personally experienced, many attitudes seem peculiar or blatantly wrong. Tempering the action of the piece with the beliefs of the nineteenth century, which must be done in a detached manner, is the way in which the novel assumes an epiphanic role to the reader. For example, Lydia's exhaustive quest for a husband which eventually leads to her running away with Wickham and her precocity on return to Longbourne can be explained by the urgency which surrounded a young woman's need for a husband and the importance of securing an eligible, and suitably financial gentleman. This societal view manifests itself in the Bennets' (in particular Mrs Bennet's) desire for matrimony for the girls as well as Mr Collins' assumption that his proposal of marriage to Elizabeth would be accepted with little hesitation. These characterlogical representations had a firm basis in the society of that time. The obvious hierarchical society which is expressed in Pride and Prejudice seems alien to our time but was very important to the people of the nineteenth century. Austen shows the relationship between financial means and title and the extent to which one could condescend to others. Relationships of this period were more public as any courting was done publicly and hence, match-making, or unmatch-making as in the case of Bingley and J ane, was an accepted and expected fact of life. Today this seems incredible. Although Austen criticises the affected nature of society at balls and other social events, the painful manners and limited personal interaction of these meetings were seen as necessary. By identifying closely with the characters of the work, placing nineteenth century England in a modern context, the behaviour and attitudes of the characters can, and will, be totally misconstrued. As the reader identifies with a character, he invariably loses thematic understanding. Whilst becoming closer to a character, a person will have difficulty differentiating between the

character or fictional person and a real person with the same attributes. The author will furnish a character with an authentic persona which will include faults, defects of personality and incorrect behaviour. As the reader identifies more closely with the character, he becomes more intimate with that character, rationalising misbehaviour as natural responses to external stimuli such as mistreatment. By this justificatory attitude, the reader ensures that any modulation in character, as a result of recognition of some incorrect behaviour, is indiscernible. Elizabeth Bennet is a case in point. Her character is strong, independent and witty in comparison with the majority of the impoverished personalities of her surrounds. She is devoted to her sister and popular. She encompasses traits and qualities which are easy to admire and desire. Although she is a woman of the nineteenth century, her independence, her quest for felicity in marriage and assertiveness can be paralleled in our society. However magnificent Elizabeth is, there are still defects within her personality. It is her recognition of these faults and her behaviour, in particular with regard to Darcy, which is central to the novel. Her caustic tongue in conversation is rude but justifiable if the reader identifies closely with the character. Similarly, her illÂ informed accusations against Darcy showed her over-dependence on gossip and her naive acceptance of Wickham's lies. Essentially, with her general disdain for Darcy, Elizabeth treats Darcy unfairly, disregarding his unselfish and undisclosed acts of assistance performed towards her and her family. The power of the novel lies in Elizabeth's recognition of her ungracious behaviour as she is sensitised by meetings with Darcy and letters furnished by friends and relatives. Identifying too closely with the character, in this case, does not allow the reader's recognition of these faults and the necessity for alterations in attitude by Elizabeth. To empathise too closely denies full understanding of the characterlogical metamorphosis and hence the beauty of the work. This understanding is easily secured from a distance. The key to the 'time capsule' of nineteenth century England lies in the 'willing suspension of disbelief' necessary to detach the reader from the twentieth century and render him capable of travelling as into another country, admiring at the customs, intrigued by the language and observant of the mores. It may be said that the way to this nineteenth century visit is by laying aside our twentieth century pride and prejudice.

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SPORTS

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from an all girls school). Results: Junior Girls achieved 6th place,Senior Girls achieved 5th place, and overall a valiant effort of 6th position. It should be mentioned that the girls' squad was not at full strength, with a few of our better athletes missing. Our relay teams ran well though our changes need much practice. Even with our bad change overs, by some, we still won bronze overall. Thanks and congratulations to those who entered events even when the odds were against them just to win points for the team. To those athletes who came back from injury or illness to compete and to give their very best, and to those who like Joelie May and Liz Male urged and encouraged others to do their best. I particularly appreciated the support of Chris Buckland who helped administration of the girls' team. My commendations and congratulations to those who put in an outstanding effort and

On the 20th October, 1986, All Saints' participated in the 'B' Division A.C.C. Athletics Carnival at Perry Lakes. All Saints' College, up to that time, was not thought a threat to the other stron~er teams. But with determination, an outstandlllg effort by all, we achieved third position in an overall, combined effort. It must be noted that before the carnival, those organisers were pushing to droJ? us down to Division 'C', due to the low result III 1985 of sixth. But with third position, we have consolidated our position in 'B' division and are a threat in future! The boys' squad did ext~emely ",:ell; t~ey picked up a 1st in Boys Jumor, 2nd III Semor Boys, and 1st in Overall Boys. The girls, who put in a top effort, were not as strong as the other girls' squads (3 squads were

PRIMARY ATHLETICS TEAM

INTERSCHOOL ATHLETICS CARNIVAL

lifted team spmt, people such as Bruce Loneragan, Jeremy Greay, Peter Arendts, Paula WaIters, Robert Trinder and Mark Chadwick. I'd like to thank and congratulate all Year 12s who ran under the All Saints' colours, for the last time. Thank you to Mr Ringer, Mr Lickfold and Mrs Pendlebury for their efforts in organisation and training. A special thank you to Mr Phillips for his help in training and organising twilight meets. I'd also like to thank our cheer squad on the day for all your support - Thanks! Thank you to the team for a top effort, for the encouragement, enthusiasm and the feeling of a true team spirit. Congratulations, All John Manus Saints'. Team Captain

ALL SAINTS' INTERSCHOOL GYMNASTICS TEAM

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ALL SAINTS' A.C.C. X-COUNTRY TEAM

TENNIS REPORT The All Saints' College Men's Division I Tennis Squad continued its successful run, dropping only one fixture for the entire year. The squad was captained by Nikait Lai and managed by Bruce Lee. Grant Brinklow lost only one game as vice-captain. New Zealand's Duncan Sinclair joined the team on short notice and used his vast experience in the field to be conquered only once. The fourth player was hard-hitting Simon Wright. Judging from the enormous success of this team, we should be hearing from them in the future. Nikait Lai

U/19 BOYS TENNIS TEAM - played in the W.A. School Competition.

SQUASH REPORT 1986 has been another successful year for A.S.C. in Squash. Apart from the usual Wednesday and Thursday coaching Sessions, the College entered four teams in the Berri Interschool Competition. UIl8 Boys (Div II) Graeme Burton, David Adams, Nikait Lai, Simon Wright, AshIey Lansley (Reserve). U/I8 Girls (Div.II) Penni Horn, Natalie Comley, Donna Atkinson and Kerri McInnes. U/16 Boys (Div.I) Robert Cruse, Shane Comley, Neil Goldsmith and Paul Fathers. U/16 Boys (Div.II) Mark Adams, Chris Murphy, Nicholas Johnson. Unfortunately the U/16 Boys (Div.II) were forced to withdraw because of insufficient players. However, all other teams played remarkably well and managed to gain a place in the final. The U/16 Boys were victorious in their Grand Final, defeating Hale School, while the U/18 Girls were defeated by a more experienced team from Santa Maria. The UIl8 Boys were, I feel, rather unfairly treated by the S.R.A. when they were disqualified on the day before the Grand Finals. No matter what the outcome all teams played well and enjoyed the Competition greatly. Thanks to Mr Ringer and Dr Speed for their coaching and organisation. David A dams 101

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supporting their fellow students with spirit and interest. You all set a good example. The combined aggregate final results were: 1 All Saints' - 782 2 Lumen Christi - 636 3 St Stephen's - 579 4 New Norcia - 398 5 St Brendan's - 327 6 St loseph's - 202 and 7 St Edmund's - 173 All Saints' won 5 out of the 7 trophies. The best individual performances were from Andrew Dunnet, Kristy Dixon and Nicole Pihu.

ALL SAINTS' INTERSCHOOL SURFING TEAM

INTERSCHOOL SWIMMING The 1986 interschool associated Catholic Swimming Carnival was held at Beatty Park on the 14th March, involving teams from eight schools. The weather was excellent and the All Saints' school spirit was buzzing in the air. In the opening race, the Girls' Year 8 Freestyle event, lane Waddy swam an excellent race and won! From here on, All Saints' showed their true style and placed themselves in a top position on the score board. Congratulations go to the All Saints' College swimming team on their fine sportsmanship and the All Saints' students for

GIRLS U/I? TEAM who won a W.A. State Schools Swimming Relay title.

ALL SAINTS' SENIOR A.C.C. SWIMMING TEAM - won the 'C'Division Carnival at Realty Park.

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ALL SAINTS' PRIMARY INTERSCHOOL SWIMMING TEAM

NETBALL REPORT - X-SAINTS An All Saints' netball team, consisting of exÂ students Tania Holmes, Lisa Watson, Emma Geary, Sonia Reed, Michelle McLean and two Year 12 students, Elizabeth Male and Christine Buckland, participated in the Canning Districts Netball Association Intermediate (A) Competition. The team experienced a most successful season, finishing top of the ladder and then winning the Grand Final 36 - 25. In the finals, the team showed remarkable unity, and it was this quality that led to success in the Grand Final. There were a couple of individual successes amongst the team. Elizabeth Male was awarded "Fairest and Best" for the grade Intermediate (A) during the season and Christine Buckland was awarded "Fairest and Best Player" in the Grand Final.

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TEAM

YEAR 11 AND 12 GIRLS BASKETBALL TEAM Our Basketball season proved to be an enjoyable one. We didn't have much success at winning, but we accomplished good friends and had a lot of fun. We would like to thank Mrs Yurisich for coaching us and being there for our games.

NETBALL REPORT SATURDAY NETBALL This year has been our most successful year yet. Fourteen teams competed in the Canning Districts Netball Competition every Saturday. Five teams were successful in reaching the Grand Finals. Four teams won their Grand Final- Purple, Brown, Blue and X-Saints. The two sub-junior teams were both placed 2nd at the end of their season. Many All Saints' girls also won awards given by the C.D.N.A. Next 108

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year teams will be entered in the W.A.N.A.

competition at the Matthews Centre in Floreat

Park.

INTERSCHOOL NETBALL

During the year, teams from Years 8 and 9

competed in A.C.C. Lightning Carnivals

organised by the Associated Catholic Colleges

Association. We had mixed success. On

Tuesday afternoons, three teams from Years 11

and 12 competed in an A.C.C. Interschool

Competition. The A grade team won their

Grand Final, the B grade finished fifth and the

C grade, second. These were very good results

overall.

YEAR 12 NETBALL BLACK TEAM

NETBALL REPORT - BLUE An enthusiastic Blue team began the season with great team spirit. Although we re-united for 1986, we were forced to say a sad farewell to Alyson Vowles, who was unable to play for us this season. Last year, we were beaten in the semi-finals and so were even more determined to win that elusive Grand Final this year. The team consisted of K. Vernon, D. Lambert, M. Robertson, K. Lehman, A. Agostini, K. Weir, N. Howells, and A. Passmore. Training sessions, directed by our newly recruited coach, Mrs Cannings, were very tough. However, the benefits could be seen in our games as we began to fully appreciate how to work together and play as a team.

A.C.C. INTERSCHOOL NETBALL TEAM

NETBALL REPORT - BLACK At the beginning of the netball season, nine enthusiastic Year 12 girls combined their talents to form the team. Eliza Compton, Sonya Tassell, Larissa Morcombe, Angela Perry, Kathy Morrison, Claire Rowley, Donna Atkinson, Naomi Newby and Cathy Adams trained every Wednesday afternoon under the helpful guidance of Mr Tassell, whom we thank. We started the season on a promising note. Unfortunately, at the end of the season, we were faced with the formidable task of playing the Year 11 White netball team who beat us quite convincingly. However, we all played our best and losing the Grand Final did not reflect on our ability as a netball team. Congratulations to Sonya for winning' 'Fairest and Best" of the grade and "Most Consistent" in our team, and Larissa Morcombe for winning the "Most Improved" award.

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YEAR 11 NETBALL PINK & BLUE TEAMS

We remained undefeated throughout the season and so found ourselves in the Grand Final. Even harder training sessions followed and we were faced with one of our own teams, All Saints' Black. Although both teams played extremely well, Blue won by a very convincing margin. Mrs Cannings was a very helpful and encouraging coach throughout the season. We thank her for doing such a brilliant job. Without her we could not have achieved what we did. Thanks must also go to Mrs Pendlebury and all of the spectators who came to give added support. We had a lot of fun and the season was a most enjoyable one. Kerry Vernon NETBALL REPORT - PINK This netball season was a highly successful one for the Pink team in many ways, but the main achievement was that we all managed to play well together as a team. Even though we didn't win many games, we all enjoyed the competitive side of the sport. Congratulations go to Melissa Arendts and Carolyn Newman for winning awards for their achievements during the season. The team consists of Melissa Arendts, Sharlene Day, Elaine Gibson, Felicia Harris, Vicki Johnston, Lisa McKnight, Carolyn Newman and Cathryn Riches. Felicia Harris

NETBALL REPORT - GOLD The Year 10 All Saints' Gold netball team was looking forward to a successful and competitive season of netball. The team consisted of Marie Hamilton, Phillipa Galloway, Natasha Mutch, Melanie Taylor, Belinda Campe, Clare Colyer, Simone Carter and Catherine Halvorsen. Unfortunately, the season didn't altogether go as planned, as we ended up winning only four games throughout the whole season. However, we all enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, and look forward to becoming next year's Grand Final premiers. Melanie Taylor and Belinda Campe received this year's "Most Improved" award while Simone Carter received the "Most Consistent Player" award. Thanks go to Mrs Wilmot for coaching us throughout the season. Catherine Halvorsen

NETBALL REPORT - BROWN

We started off the season with a win, a draw and a loss but after that settled down and won most of our games. The team, consisting of Maryann Konstantellos, Sara Leckie, Natalie Comley, Rebecca Morcombe, Michelle Warman, Sharon Robartson, Liz Newby, Jodie Soulsby and Sarah Came, played well and ended up third on the ladder. After playing St Joachims and Penrhos in the finals, we met Rossmoyne in the Grand Final. We defeated them by one goal. Sharon Robartson won a

YEAR 10 NETBALL TEAM

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PURPLE, BROWN & WHITE NETBALL TEAMS (YEAR 9)

trophy for "Best Player" in the Grand Final. Natalie Comley won a medallion for most improved and Sara Leckie for "Most Consistent". Thanks go to Mrs Wilmot for coaching.

for putting themselves out and coaching us. Renee Tyndall won the "Most Improved" award for the season and Rebecca Hanson won the "Most Consistent" award. Congratulations to both girls as they thoroughly deserved the award. Chelsea Lyford

NETBALL REPORT - PURPLE The Purple netball team followed its last year's success by winning the grand final yet again. The team consisted of Terri Cruise (captain), Vicki Westoby, Anna Coxon, Julie Lehman, Fiona Riches, Christa Kaminski, Susan Wright and Jane Fewtrell. After finishing the season third on the ladder, we fought hard in the preliminaries to get to the Grand Final and win. "Most Consistent" player for the year was Susan Wright and "Most Improved", Vicky Westoby. Julie Lehman won the "Fairest and Best" award given by the Canning District Netball Association. Thanks go to Mrs Pendlebury for being a great coach. Ju/ie Lehman

NETBALL REPORT - GREY The Grey team comprises Kim Scott (captain), Bianca Robertson, Kelly Greay, Browyn Alaimo, Bronwyn Shaw, Gemma Carter, Rachael Hartley, Catherine Bronwasser and Christina Laycock. The girls all played a fantastic season, finishing fifth on the ladder. Thanks go to Miss Andrea Knox for her valuable time and effort in coaching. We had an end of season wind-up at the Melville Pizza Hut with the other Year 8 netball teams. We thank Mrs Pendlebury for organising this function. Prizes were awarded to Kim Scott for "Most Consistent" player, and Kelly Greay for "Most Improved" player. Kim Scott

NETBALL REPORT - WHITE The Year 9 White Netball Team played a very enjoyable set of matches this season. We finished fifth on the ladder in the Cl Junior division. Every match we put in our best efforts and tried no matter how hard the competition. I would like to thank Kerry Vemon and Deanne Lambert, our coaches, on behalf of our team

NETBALL REPORT - RED All Saints' Red netball team was in Sub Junior Cl at the start of the season. As the season progressed, it was obvious we were graded wrongly; we were soon put down to C2.The members of the team were Naomi Caple, Julia Alexander, Philippa Hatch, Kylie Johnston, Elaine Pearson, Caroline Criddle, Michelle Baines, Danielle Cold well and Nalini III

Chako. The team all received medals and Naomi Caple received the "Most Consistent" player award. Our coach, Jan, helped us along the way. At the end of the season we were second on the ladder. We were pleased with our effort. N aoml. C ap Ie

NETBALL REPORT - LIME The Year 7 Lime A3 netball team consisting of Kim Parker, Larisa McGuire, Rachael Hogg, Megan Perks, Rachel Abberton, Bronwyn Llewellin and Amanda Chaytor, had a successful season. We ended up second from the top of the ladder which was very good considering it was the first year we had played together. Our coaches, Sharlene Day and Melissa Arendts, taught us much and we thank them for their help. The girls who won awards were Rachael Hogg for most improved and Megan Perks and Amanda Chaytor for most consistent.

Amanda Chaytor NETBALL REPORT - ORANGE Well, the Orange netball team certainly played better this season than last. (We didn't even put a report in last year.) Whether it was because we were frightened we would get Miss Cleghorn again if we played as hopelessly as last year or whether it was because we wanted to prove that we could actually catch a ball, 1 am not sure. We did however, play very well this year, coming fifth on the ladder and just missing out on the semi-finals, after a very controversial match which we lost by only one point. We were quite disappointed but, don't worry, Orange

will be back next year with a vengeance. Congratulations to Saskia Verschoor for gaining "Most Improved" award, Susan Whyte for gaining "Most Consistent", Melissa Fogerty for keeping her mouth shut (once), Terri Elliott for her "encouragement" from the goal circle, Meredith Hodge for her "rabbitÂ trying-to-fly" impersonations, Kristy Dixon for letting us know where she wanted to play, Jody Dawson for specky feats in defence and myself for writing this report (which no one else would do). Thanks must also go to Liz Riley who, unfortunately, had to leave mid-way through the season. Oh! I almost forgot, we probably should thank Miss Cleghorn, though, after the night at Papa Luigis, I'm not so sure! WELL DONE ORANGE.

Patricia Blackburn P.S. - It certainly beat watching your washing dry, didn't it Miss Cleghorn?!

NETBALL REPORT - YELLOW The team learned a lot this season not only through our coach, Mrs Grimbly, but also through playing more experienced teams than ourselves. Although we only won two games, the team spirit and comradeship was commendable. Every team member has improved greatly from the start of the season. We thank Mrs Pendlebury for organizing the teams, also Mrs Pressley, our Team Manager. A special thanks goes to Mrs Grimbly for all the time and hard work she has put into coaching. Lastly, we would like to thank the parents for cheering us on this season.

Cheryf McCool and Sarah Pressley

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ALL SAINTS' RUGBY 1ST XV

RUGBY After an extremely successful year last year, this year the 1st XV was going through a reÂ building year and consolidating on the ground made last year. The side did just that. All Saints' gained its first representative honours in a state side when Ian Osborne and Tony Connors were selected to play Wairarapa College from New Zealand. Apart from this, many other promising signs were seen in the fine performances of Adam Herps, Russell Howson, Jon Binder, Tim Greville, David Ross and Adrian Rundin all of whom will be in next year's side. At this point it would be remiss of me not to mention that the "baby" of the team (Tim Greville) made the U/15 state side for rugby. He's always felt he never quite got the recognition he deserves. Well done Timbo, (Happy now, honey?!) In all games, our senior side put up a very solid showing and scared many of the top P .S.A. schools including a great win over the men from Aquinas who finished 2nd at the end of the year. One of the highlights of this year's Rugby season was the billeting out of the Lancashire School Boys Rugby side. While on their tour of Australia, these 18-19 year olds were billeted out to a few select schools, All Saints' and Aquinas

being the schools in W.A. While in W.A. they played the State under 19's (being defeated by 2 points) and the State Schoolboys (Lancashire winning by 30 points). Thanks must go to Mr Bednall for his work, not only this year but also the previous years and particularly to Mr Tim Ringer, who picked up the pieces after a bad start to the year and enabled the year to finish on a very good and promising note. Good luck to next year's boys and congratulations to the Junior sides, particularly the Year 9 side for a great year and also the Year 5's and 6's for their encouraging start to a rugby career. Good luck and keep at it. Anon

RUGBY REPORT - YEAR 9 The Year 9 rugby side is one of the most promising junior teams in the state. Although being beaten by Wesley, Scotch and Hale early in the year. this statement is supported by the fact many of our boys were only in their first or second year while the previously mentioned sides have been playing since as early as about Grade 4. The side was soundly led by David McInnes and extremely well coached by Mr

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Ringer with help from lan Osborne and Tony Connors. If this side is any indication of All Saints' future in this sport, then it should not be long before this school is a power in P.S.A. rugby. RUGBY REPORT - YEARS 7 AND 8 Over the past year, the year 7 and 8 rugby team played a number of games against many different schools including some of the P .S.A. and A.C.C. schools. Considering the standard of our team, we played very well throughout the year. The first part of the season we did not do too well, as we did not score in the first three games. It wasn't until our fourth game against Trinity when we scored our first try, when Jonathan Greville broke through the opposition to score a fabulous try. The next game against Christchurch we were very confident that we were going to win. We left the school with only 13 players, but when we arrived, we only had 12 opponents. At half time, the score was 8-4 in our favour. At the end of the game, we ran out victors by 10 points, the final scores being 18-8. We went through the year winning and losing. Our most improved players were Daniel Soderstrom and Simon Came, and our best player was Jonathan Greville who scored 90070 of our tries. Our most consistent defender was David Howson who will tackle anything that moves. There is a sound basis for a Year 9 team.

RUGBY REPORT - YEARS 5 AND 6 For the first time, All Saints' had the opportunity to introduce rugby below Year 7 and a group of enthusiastic young boys, coached by Mr Costello and ably helped by some of the men of the first fifteen, took the field to learn the rudiments of the game. It was difficult to find opponents but other teams were found and games were greatly enjoyed. The foundation has been laid of sportsmanship and enjoyment of a game which demands complete team effort for success.

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A.S.C. 1st XI HOCKEY TEAM 1986

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HOCKEY REPORT Throughout the season the 1st Xl Hockey team of the College, playing in a competition against such schools as Mazenod and St. Brendans, had a motley crew of players in David Scott, Ben Heuchan, Andy Smyth, Brad Spencer and Dirk Pyle who were playing for the Willetton hockey team, exceptionals like Wayne Blazeczjk who in the end was selected for the State team and "basic" players in Dean Trezise, Robert Sexstone and John Beechen (who scored 5 incredible goals) who tried their very best. Our first few games we drew or had a loss, then much to our coach's delight (Mr Hanson)

we won a succession of games with scores such as 16-0 against St. Brendans, 3-2 against St. orberts, 2-1 against Mazenod and finally our last game, for a place on the ladder, where we had a draw against Aranmore and had to play for "shots at goal" where Robert Smyth (Andrew's philosophical sidekick) our superb "wunderbar" goalie saved four out of five shots. Due to this we managed a no. 5 position on the ladder out of the twelve teams in the competition. As Mr Hanson "HELLFIRE" would say" Jolly good show chaps". Dirk Pyle

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VALETE 1986

ANDERSON J. BLACKMORE K. BURTO M. BROWN J. COOPER V. CRAWFORD I. CRUSE R. DURHAMS. FLUX M. FRIEND K.

GARD ERA. GRIBBLE C. GRJBBLE M. GRIERSON J. HAWLEY . HI DES K. JEFFREY C. KAMINSKI C. KEN I GTO D. K IGHT J.

LANSLEY D. McAPPIO s. MUMMEK. ORTH R. OSBOR EA. PYEJ. ROBERTSON B. ROBERTSON C. ROBERTSO M. SCHMIDT A.

STEELE F. STRAUCH E. TAYLOR M. WATSON K. WESTOBYV. WHOLEY L. WOODS B.

AND TO ALL OUR DEPARTING YEAR 12'5

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HALVORSEN, J. BAINES, M. BINDER, S. HATCH, P. HEATLEY, B. BROWN, K. JOHNSON, K. CHAKU, N. JOHNSTON, K. COLDWELL, D. KOTAI, F. CRANE, D. LECKIE, J. CRIDDLE, C. MILNER, A. DERBYSHIRE, K. MORRJS, K. FLOWERDEW, L. MUMME, R. GRAY, M. PEARSO ,E. HOMEWOOD, R. PHILP, B. HlIMPHRYS, R. POZZARI, C. JORDANS, S. KACZMARCZYK, A. SPENCE, S. TYRRELL, S. LEE,C. WATT, A. LOFTUS, G. WEBSTER, M. MESHGIN, A. WISE, A. PEARSON, D. WRAGG, A. RADFORD, C. ABBERTON, R. RAYNER, R. ALEXANDER, M. ROBERTSON, C. BOWDEN, A. ROBINSON, N. BROWN,S. SMITH, T. BURLES, T. SODERSTROM, S. CHAYTOR, A. STRICKLAND, S. CHlU, D. SUTTON, K. COLDWELL, Y. THEIS, J. DENBOER, R. THOMAS, J. DUNN, M. TRAVAGLIONE, B. GAN, U. WATTS, L. GUY, .1. WONG, N. HAWLEY, M. WRJGHT, G. HOGG, R. ALEXANDER, J. JOHNSON, R. BAINES, C. LANGRIDGE, E. BRAND, G. L1TTLEWOOD, M. BRAND, S. LLEWELLlN, B. CAPLE, N. McGUIRE, L. COSSILL, N. MITCHELL, G. DAWSON, M. PAGE, J. DOCKING, J. PERKS, M. DOUGHTY, T. POO ,So ELLlOTT, G. RALPH,M. GRJMBLY. D.

RUSSELL, D.

SHAW, N.

SMIRKE, J.

STRICKLAND, M.

THOMAS, C.

T1NG, L.

ANTHONY,C.

ATKINSON, S.

BURTON, P.

CARNE, S.

CASTLE, K.

CHESCOE, S.

CRANKSHAW, G.

DILLON, E.

DIXON, B,

HA SON, M.

HILL, S.

HODGE, M.

HOMEWOOD, E.

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HUMPHRYS, T.

KNIGHT, D.

LYONS, G.

MORRISON, R.

MURPHY, B.

PARKER, K.

PARR, K.

REANY, C.

REDMAN, E,

RILEY, C.

ROBARTSON, D.

ROBARTSON, J.

SARGANT, D.

TRA VAGLlONE, A.

USHER, J.

WARMAN, M.

WHYTE, T.

ARNOLD, A.

BARR, S.

BRONWASSER, K.

BUDD, D.

CHAYTOR, R.

CORSER, V.

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GRIBBLE, C. BLACKMORE, K.

HOWSON, D. BOWYER, C.

JACKSON, M. BRUESCHKE, D.

MULLlNGS, J. CHADWICK, M.

ORMSBY, P. ELLlOTT, M,

PARKIN, N. FORD, P.

PICKERING, N. JELLEY, B.

TAYLOR, A. RAY ER, B.

ROWE, .

TOMPKJN, M, WALSH, J. SCOTT, K.

WATTERS, P. SKIADAS, S.

ALDRICH, C. TEE, S.

COLYER, C. WOOD,K.

DE BURGH, R. KONSTA TEl.LOS, M.

DURHAM, T. CHURCH, M.

HEUCHAN, T. WALLlS, R. JE KINS, M. RASMlISSEN, D. LITSTER, D. CLAUGHTON, L. MAIRS, T. STRAUCH, E. MORGAN, D. HJEW, D. NORRIS, D. HUXTABLE, P. PARKER, B. BALDING, M. PITTS, E.' ASK INS, M. SEWEU., T. GRJBBLE, K. SHAW, B, ELLlOTI, B. TROUO, I. MANUS, J. BEARF'OOT, G. MCKNIGHT, L. COOK, M. LEISK, N. DAVlES, C. BINDER, J. FENN, B. WONG, S. FREESTONE, T. EAVES, S. GREAY, K. LEE,M. GREEN, C. LLEWELUN, D. GRIMBLY, A. MAGNALBO, G. HIEW, L. RANFORD, B. HOWELLS, A. SINCLAIR, D. LANDELS, J. YOSHIDA, M. MONSON, T. ORRU,M. OSBORNE, J. VA:'-I DERSTRAATEN,J. WATSON, C. WORTHINGTON,1.

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COLLEGE CREST AND MOTTO The College Crest was designed by Mr Graeme Quartly (Director of the Design and Display Department of the Anglican Department of Communication). It is a particularly pleasing design and is one which incorporates a number of symbols which are representative of the College's comÂ mitment to the intellectual, spiritual and moral development of its students. The Symbols and Their Meaning The Dove is the traditional symbol of the Holy Spirit and is used to remind us of God's power and presence in all things. The Book is a symbol of academic learning. The Cross is used to emphasise our Christian heritage. The Bishop's Mitre, at the head of the crest, is symbolic of the authority of the Church. The Motto The College Motto, "God gives the will and the power to achieve", was suggested by the Revd. Canon R.W. Edwards (Editor of the Anglican Messenger) and is derived from Philippians 2: 13. It, as does the crest, emphasises the importance of God in our lives and the need to base our achieveÂ ments upon the firm foundation provided by Christianity.

"Columba", the name of All Saints' College magazine, is the Latin word for dove.

It is significant because it is the symbol of the Holy Spirit, a messenger of peace.

It has been chosen as the title of our magazine because we seek through its

message to promote peace and understanding.