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t PKtNCIPAL Once a9ai n ''CARITAS" makes its appeaTance. to Te.-.ind us of the impot'tant and events that h'eke up the elife' of e8ch school yea~, and l'm sure that this ~dH ion Df the.. school m&gaz.ine.. w-\ 11 pro'lide ~n enjoyable and lasting Tecord of 1983. What this ye.8r. 1 s rn&9"1z.ine. c&nnot ~de9ue-tely p>C"esenti!» the. one sao 'Te.mo<'~ we wi tl c&rry with us of the. firs-t few wee.ks of this ~chool ye.at', when we. ~re a\ I ~ fl'i_gM:eningl~ ~W&:t'e cf the. d<'ngec- and horror of boohffre. The mel'l'Cri.e.s he.re &t'e ge.nerol 1y ver~ happy ones ~~ onc.e. ~~iin. We- ~re.. able to appre.cia-te the hullll()Ut", vital i_ty ~...o ere&ti"9 e~_ey of ot~C"l$. Tio\:i& year will &lso be rem.e"*>ered as. e _yesr when bui ldi'11 &><tens,io~ otte.ivtod to ksiaep pace with <:uf'f'kuluM,arow-th, when the- new blue$+one- e.nt~nc.a., CO"'f'lete with br&ss crests from t~ East 1-"e\bo\>rne. 9stes wM ~letl!d, and when an ~ll ti.l"lle 1T1&tef-1' \ty leave recof'd we.s cf"G8ted ~ the. se_v0\, ~s of staff w~ COftlre.nced oc added to the..ir fQ~ l l9$. Although ~ f'P6Y r\Ot see as O'\Uch.- of tkese te~chGu-s 6S pt"e.v.iously, ~l'\d wll l "'is~ thenii, 11111!- TC.jo.ic& wi i:h ~ '"' i W\&t lllight 130 Jown. in. C.L.C.'s histo~ &s "The. Ye&t" of -the &by'. un1~portant

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C. L.C. this year has been among one of the few secondary schools who have been given the privilege of having an Artist-In-Residence, a specialist in textiles. At first we were all curious as to what an artist in residence actually was! Then Anne-Marie Power arrived and her bright enthusiastic personality soon had everybody involved in some form of textile work. Lunchtime projects such as felt-making, the parable and creation appliques, were just some of the activities C.L.C. was engaged in. Year 11 's efforts combined and a huge landscape applique was the result! Everybody benefitted from Anne-Marie in some way. We were grateful for the opportunity to learn more about her work and for the inspiration she has given us.

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The fiflh student day in the history of C.L.C. was greeted with heaps of enthusiasm from all directions. The day was a magnificent success, thanks to Mr. Raj's efforts in its organisation, and to the co-operation of both staff and students. Student Day was one event in my six years at C.L.C. that I will never forget. I was the "Big Boss" - the principal! All members of the student staff (especially me) were extremely nervous, although very excited as we waited for the bell, for first period to begin. It was quite an experience sitting in the principal's office on the school throne - very different to sitting in a classroom . Luckily, the power didn't rush to my head ... too much! Student Day went extremely well, and everyone was extra-co-operative for the student staff. It's not every day that students have the chance to take control over the running of their school. "Swapping shoes" with the staff has led students to the hidden truth that "teaching's not that easy!" However, despite this fact , the student staff outshined the 'real staff (!?!). The day was a magnificent success. Davina Hinkley , Student Principal, 1983 . Student day has become an annual event at C.L.C. The success and popularity of this day has come from the enthusiasm of students and student teachers. Not forgetting the organization and idea from Mr. Raj . Student day gives the students an insight into what it's like at the other end . Many found there was more to it than just getting up in front of the class and talk. They all had lessons prepared for their classes, and they along with their students learnt a lot from each other. They all had a responsibility to their students and school to make the day a success. And it was! We all hope this day is continued in years to come at C.L.C. Comments from a few student teachers : 'Student day was a memorable experience' Francesca Pahor. 'Student Day started and ended on a high note for me' - Leesa Vear. 'Both students and student teachers gained a lot from this experience' - Lisa Negri. 'It was great to have the opportunity of having us , the students run our school for a day' - Sue Richardson .

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STUDENT DAY 1983 THURSDAY, JULY 7 Teacher P. N. J. J. D . H. E. B.

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Student-Teacher Miss D. Hinkley Miss G . Cleary Miss U. Zaar Miss F. Pahor & Miss V. Bagnara Miss P. Farrell Miss M. O'Flaherty Miss N. Luckhurst Miss J. Bredenoord Miss M. Toner Miss C. Noonan Miss C. Saines Miss S. Carr Miss D. Simonelli Miss S. Richardson & Miss F. Hook Miss A. Kenna Miss K. Pettigrove Miss A. Germech Miss L. Vear Miss C. McCann Miss E. O'Connor & Miss A. M. Kerin

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L. Marshall T. Bloom M. Vella G. Morris & L. Negree K. O'Rourke S. Bray K. Pavone K. Mackay & C. Chiocci D. Garcia J. Ryan J. Dickenson C. Mandelt M. Nugent L. Perry G . Watson L. Vescovi C. Dewar & C. Bey A. McKenzie T. Bloom M. Purcell N. Fuscaldo LIBRARY Miss G . Edwards Miss L. Daley & Miss C. Bey Miss J. West OFFICE Miss C. Wilson

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YEAR 7 CAMP REPORT

We all arrived at the tennis courts at Eltham to catch the bus to our destination - Healesville ... The bus ride was long. When we got there we settled in then headed off for Healesville Sanctuary which was very interesting. During the camp (which went for two days) there were many activities planned for us. They included bush cooking, video, reporting, horse riding , orienteering , to uring the farm and mushroom picking. On our last night we had a concert which was tho roughly entertaining and amusing . The next morning we loaded ourselves into the buses again for our trip home.

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This year we had three netball teams competing at the Victorian Schoolgirls' Netball Championship which were held at Royal Park Netball Stadium on July. - The Open & Under 14 teams reached the finals but unfortunately the Under 16"s lost one of their four games making them unable to participate in the final round. The finals were played on Sunday . 14th August. The Under 14"s played well but did not win all of their matches. However the Open Team successfully won their matches and played off in the Grand Final against 1982 Premiership Team from Mt. St. Joseph's Altona. C.L.C. won the game by six goals. This enabled the school to have its third State Title in four years, the record being: 1980 Under 16 Champions 1981 Open Champions 1982 Runners-Up Open 1983 Open Champions On behalf of all the teams I would like to thank M iss Lewis. Miss Harcourt and Mrs. Cross for their time and effort they've offered us during the term and making our netball season successful once more.

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INTERSCHOOL BASKETBALL This year the school has entered both a junior and a senior basketball team in a one day tournament in Shepparton. The junior team consists of very accomplished players, while the seniors are determined and tenacious. Although we cannot give results. because the tournament was held during term III. I am sure that the girls wjll be successful.

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After the highly competitive and enthus1ht\c inter-house carnivals, C.L.C. was able to field very capable ath letics and swimming teams. At the inter-school athletics carnjval held at Olympic Park, our well-trained team performed at its best and achieved a well-deserved 3rd place. The team missed out on nd place by a very small margin. In its second year in Division I , the swimming team _ also performed at its best and achieved a creditable 7th place. The team competed against many experienced state cha mpions , so with the result of 7th place they are able to hold their heads high. A lot of time and effort was put in by both teams. The athletics team happily devoted virtually all of their lunchtimes to training. The team also got in some extra training before and after school. Each relay team had an individual coach who had to devote much time also. The swimming team keenly trained at 7.30 almost~ every morning for several weeks. They trained hard until .A-A_...._,.__...~._;<1._J~"-'"--~~-"-"-"'--"--"-"'-"~-..._.8. l 5 or so, and then they had to hurry off to school - wet ~ hair and all! r. The valuable competition and experience gained from ~ these carnivals was most lucrative and will strengthen the teams in the years to come. The successfulness of the 198 3 inter-school athletics and swimming carnivals could not have been possible I without the hard workers: Miss Harcourt, Miss Lewis and f; Mrs. Cross . They shared much of their advice, enthusiasm and skill in coaching with the girls in the numerous hours that they devoted to the teams. I am not thanking those three teachers because I am or feel obliged to , but because they thoroughly deserve to be thanked . The amount of time and effort they put in is fantastic and invaluable. Congratulations to everyone involved. I was very proud to have been the Sports Captain of C.L.C. in 1983. _ _ _ _ _ool]La...&_. INTER-SCHOOL SPORTS ._(\.,,.,.....,..;;a,___ _ There were some problems that Danielle Silvagni , Vice C.L.C. was once again able to field a large team o f Sports Captain, the House Captain and I were faced with, over eighty competitiors for this year's inter-school sports but these problems have now been resolved. I hope that the at Olympic Park. The sports. held between eight schools. is 1983 Sports Captains and House Captains have been always a main event on the year's sporting calendar. Weeks success ful in paving an easier path for future captains, and of try-outs and trainings went in to make up the final squad that the future captains enjoy their experiences as captains of girls selected. Trainings before, during and a fter school as much as I have enjoyed mine. were held for weeks beforehand and the oval was often Linda Smith , Sports Captain. crowded with girls decked out in P.E. gear. As usual, C.L.C. was once again able to put up a great chall enge on the days coming off with 3rd place overall. This wouldn't be the case if not for the enthusiasm of everyone and the terrific coaching by Miss Lewis. Miss Harcourt and Mrs. Cross. Many other non-competing students helped out and our rowdy cheer-squad added to the success of the da y. Congratulations to all involved and good luck for next yea r'

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INTER-SCHOOL SWIMMING - JULY Each Friday night during July. a small group of girls travelled into the State Swim Centre to compete in an Inter-School Swimming Competition. They also trained on Monday & Wednesday mornings at the Eltham Leisure Centre. under the strict eye of Miss Lewis. The girls did very well. juniors finishing 3rd out of 6. and seniors finishing 4th out of 5. Members were: juniors - Cathy Said. Judith Rossel , Elizabeth May , Louise May. Phillipa Harvey. Joanne Said and Mandy Ireland. Seniors - Genevieve Cleary, Jill Heffernan. Libby Williams. Liz Neyton , Cathy Harvey, Joanne Shannahan. Kerrie Shannahan. Mary De Pelligrin and Kim Vosti. Congratulations girls. and Miss Lewis for a job well done.

SPORTS CAPT. VICE CAPT.

Linda Smith Danielle Silvagni

HOUSE CAPTAINS: MANTA Capt. Tricia Murphy Vice . Sue Richardson Inter. Genny Pereira Vice. Karen Busch LOYOLA Capt. Vice. Inter. Vice.

Anita Hadzic Linda Perry Nicola Beer Julie van Bave

AIKENHEAD Bernadette Conwa Capt. Kathy Mackay Vice. Erin Lalor Inter. Sonia Vescovi Vice. VINCENTIA Karen Furlong Capt. Leesa Vear Vice. Christine Gross Inter. Louise McNamara Vice. INTERHOUSE SWIMMING: I. Loyola - 8 I 9 2. Aikenhead - 791 3. Vincentia - 750 4. Marita - 664.

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For the past few years groups of enthusiastic girls (~Cl))J) '/ •. have congregated in the hall for a bit of a work-out at "' gymnastics. The interest has gradually grown . and last year /j ~ we entered a team into an inter-school competition for the first time. The girls came 3rd in this , so this year teams from all levels have entered the competitions with hopes of ~ .• !!Jl \ being just as successful. The group is open to anyone with . huge improvements as they progress. With help from girls \ with experience and our P. E. teachers , a strong group has ~~ been formed. Good luck to all those competing soon , we hope yo do well. For all those interested in keeping fit and 1~J1 j ,,1 jo·,I ~alon2~ welcome ~o

INDIVIDUAL CHAMPIONSHIP: Joanne Shannahan SENIOR: Cathy Said INTER .: Fiona Murray. JUNIOR: INTERSCHOOL SWIMMING : I. St. Columbas 2. Genazzano 7th. C.L.C. out of 8.

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Year 7, Room 5. Mrs. J. Francesconi F. Authier T. Cummins I. Di Pietro A. Fakhri D. Fogarty E. Gronow P. Harvey L. Herren A. Ireland S. Lazzari S. Leamon J. Molinaro D. Molloy N. Morcom K. Mulvenna G. McClements J. O'Rourke M. Perera D. Perry D. Pullia J. Sgarbossa L. Spangaro S. Spillane V. Smith M. Stocco L. Varrasso A. \\' illiams A. Wilson D. Woodhouse B. Zappa

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·~ed with anger. White with fright, Green with envy At first sight. Grey with sadness, Black as night, Bright as sun beams Which give us light.

His ears are floppy , His nose is pink. He can hop out of sight As quick as a wink!

Don't bother about me , I'll fall, But you'll pick me up When you 've the inclination .

Hop, hop, hop he goes. Up, up , up he grows.

Don't wait too long. Or you 'II find one day , That I've the strength To pick myself up, on my own.

His fur is soft. His eyes are round As he burrows a hole Right through the ground.

Cold as cucumber, Thin as a pin, Stiff as armour, "Made out of tin . Odette Li, Y7 .

You see I'm a battler And there's plenty more where you came from .

Hop , hop, hop he goes. Up, up, up he grows.

Anna Dalla Riva, Year 12.

Amanda Hiep , Y7.

ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT

MY TEDDY BEAR ...

The fear and the flames the fire and fight, not know what's lurking in the blood-thirsty night. The fumes and the gas the crack of a gun . No-where to hide and no-where to run . An explosion is heard and someone cries out. The dead and the wounded are lying about. The pain and the tears , the scar in your mind, the life you have lost, never to find. We live for ourself to see us safe home, but then what do we do and where do we go. No-one will know us and no-one will care. The young won 't remember the war that we share and no-one will ever understand. Why we are here to fight for our land . Yes, we fight for our country our family , our friends. But nobody wins. 'Cause. the war never ends. Sometimes I think these words to myself ~rilf'...JtW\and all because a book on the shelf.

, I have a brown teddy bear. He smiles all day long. He brushes his teeth with Colgate to make them shine and glow .

House on the corner My special place, demolished . The old man died, I heard.

Rosanne Verrocchi, Y7.

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OUT IN THE FIELDS The golden sun shone down upon the earth, The sunflowers turned their bright yellow heads towards it. The grass shook as the gentle breeze passed by. Everything was quiet except for the twittering of the birds . I sat there quietly observing these wondrous things. " How beautiful it is!" The lush green grass seamed to be going on forever. And the brilliant blue of the sky had me entranced. A golden brown leaf fell before me , A little black ant scurried past. A white bunny jumped across to the fence , And a red apple bounced on my head . The colours of nature , How pretty they are. I sat there all day , just dreaming . These wonderful, wonderful things.

VICTIM Man dead on the path In a growing pool of bl ood Psycopasths victim . Marina Boeyen

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to your room! directly to your room! not pass the fridge! not collect the T. V. guide!

Pens and pencils scattered on my desk point, join me to my books. I ignore them, but they silently, aggresively drew me to them. They drown out the radio . Schoolbag sits at my feet. It looks harmless enough; but one movement - and it'll pounce.

I've felt quite sick since October last year, I just couldn't get my act into gear. By the time June came, I wasn't the same. So we all thought it best, SUMMER That I have a blood test. My teeth chattered, My nerves were shattered. I was now on my own, Scream! "I want to go home". The results returned, And I felt all burned. The doctor teases, The world's full of diseases, Infection carried over sneezes.

Summer is a wonderful time No school, No icey mornings. Lots of time at the beach. Time for swimming And bike riding. Plenty of picnics in the park. Enjoying yourself, playing cricket.

Flu germs rage in office blocks , Schools are full of chicken pox . My friend, the guitar But worse - and always fare more durable , gently weeps in the corner, GLANDULAR FEVER. It's quite INCURABLE. I want to pick it up, caress it, Therese Odges, Yr 11. but I know it's wired up and if I even look at it with musical intentions a voice will scream out "STUDY! STUDY! WHY AREN'T YOU STUDYING?!" I won't!! won't! I refuse! NOOOOOOO!!! . ..

.. . trapped , I pick up a pen, rule up a page, open a book, ._ and beaten, begin to write. ';)-.

AT THE CIRCUS As I sit in my seat I can feel my heart beat At the roar of the cats, As they pad to their mats. Then out come the clowns Some with smiles, others with frowns . As the men on trapeze Fly with such ease And the horses Go through their courses.

A PLACE TO THINK Surrounded by the rib-like structures of leafless blackberry bushes, I sit and think And breathe in the cold, clean air. From my log I can see far into the bush around me. Through the tall, blackened trunks of gums A horse and rider canter as one. Otherwise, all is still as the mellow sunlight fades, And the birds begin to chatter • While the air grows colder, denser. • I

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The Flinders Street clock showed ten to eight. The streets were filled. Car horns blasted impatiently as cars disappeared down the narrow. winding streets. The ringing continued . persistently. George tried to block out the sound by snuggling deeper under the covers . h continued. "'George . George. GEORGE! '" cried a woman appearing in the doorway. Her hair was combed off her face into tight curlers where little red patches on her skin had formed . She was dressed in a light blue robe; it was patched and worn . A ton of bricks fell on George with the realization of another working day. He climbed from the bed, rubbing his eyes and scratching his head. The sounds of running , screaming children could be heard. One child's voice rose above the rest. 'Tm gonna tell mummy on you. You can't pinch me. MUMMY!" George dressed . The blue suit, white shirt and green tie instantly changed his appearance. Black coffee. no sugar. Toast well done. George was ready - with a cut lunch under his arm he left, with a quick, dutiful kiss to his wife. He walked briskly to the station . The five past eight train was almost due. He ran a little as the train appeared , up the ramp and through the gate . The train was crowded. It was the usual crowd . Bodies of stone, reading the newspapers of doom, waiting for the weekends. The end of the line and the train stopped. The steel bolt of the door shot back and people raced for the entrance. The old woman who boarded at Westgarth was surprisingly the first off. George walked into the building , entered the lift and mechanically pushed the eleventh floor button. "Good morning . I Mr. Robinson: · said a painted face in the corner, busily typing. "'Good morning , Nancy. And how are we today?" George's face beamed as he walked with an air of confidence into his office and sat down in the soft, leather chair. The morning was hectic, as usual. George managed well. He appeared completely content and relaxed. The people liked George. He looked out of his window at lunchtime. Women rushed for that favorite cake shop, while men in suits and ties sa licking enormous pink ice creams, like schoolboys on a street corner. The afternoon passed. The clock hands moved slowly as George greeted clients. The smiles, talking and handshakes. The train was crowded with weary , sagging bodies. He entered the house. George's wife was busily cooking dinner. It smelt like tuna casserole. "Oh God," thought George. 'Tve had a hell of a day: · said George. He slumped into a chair with his feet up and poured himself a beer. He snapped at his wife. There wasn't much on television . The kids won out and watched what they wanted. Bedtime. "George. George. GEORGE! " cried a woman appearing in the doorway. A ton of bricks fell on George with the realization of another working day . . . . . . .

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An oily brown paper-bag, translucent where the sardine sandwich touches it, hangs limply from her greasy fingers. She darts sideways glances at her environment, an environment which completely baffles her; it won't let her be part of it, no matter how hard she tries. Rain starts to pelt down on her, cruelly. "God is damning me," she thinks. Her "triangle pants" peep from the bottom of her grey-brown coat and catch spatters of rain as she flings her legs forward in awkward strides . Through her glasses, she squints up towards the sky , chewing her lip in idiotic curiosity. Muttering words of self-pity, she unwittingly walks headlong into a wall. A surge of red creeps up her cheeks. and embarrassed, she looks to check if anyone saw. How she longs to be rid of herself. She's a misfit. Luisa Autolovich,

THE REMAINS OF LIFE Running along, the rabbit could feel his feet sinking into the wet soggy snow . It was mid-afternoon now. He had been travelling for half a day. He was very cold and practically soaking. Getting weaker and more weary he struggled along the cold, wet plains until he came to a small opening under a bush . He Jay down thankfully. He thought of his recent past. how his owners had been very cruel. although they had petted and fed him , he would never forgive them for slaughtering his most loved friend Willy the black rabbit. Suddenly there was a gust of wind which chilled him right to the marrow. After a while he dropped off to sleep .. . When he awoke a great surge of hunger passed through his body. He stuttered to his feet and went on his way. By instinct he went to what seemed to be a nice grassy patch . He dug through the snow to the buried grass below . He chomped it but he could not eat much as it froze his ·nsides. He kept walking on and on to the north , noth knowing his destination, but being pushed by instinct. From walking on soft soaking snow, his feet were slowly gelling , as he had never encountered snow like this before. After walking for miles it became dark and be let his front paws feel their way about. Soon he found hard, even ground which he thought must be a road . His walking became very slow and he was dropping off to sleep. Even though he kept on walking. He looked overhead and saw the cracking of dawn. Suddenly he heard a chugging engine, saw blinding ligbts and maddened with fear ran straight out in front of the vehicle. There was a skidding of brakes and the the most searing pain he had ever experienced ripped through his already matted body. He felt himself flying through the air then all of a sudden he felt nothing. When he woke up a merciless pain shot through his body. Dried blood was cloaked on his head and side and had mixed with the snow forming a red and pink carpet. He painfully lifted his head to lick his legs. He heard another car motor coming towards him. In fright he tried to heave his body but it failed. The car shot past just a few feet away! He lay there thinking of Willy. There wasn't much pain now and even though he was cold and hungry he felt blissful. Soon he would be with Willy. He would have his friend back never again to be separated. There would be no cruel humans or dreading cars. The sun came up and sank. Even knowing he was slowly dying did not disturb his blissful peace. As he lay there his weakness increased . The breaking of dawn came and he looked around at the beautiful rising sun for what he knew would be the last time. "Oh, how beautiful this is," he thought, "with peace and then happiness." Then he fell asleep and never awoke . The rabbit finally found happiness with no end. Fe/icily A ulhier, Yr. 7

DRAMA This year's fifth form theatre arts class ambitious ly undertook the task of representing the school in the 1983 Catholic Schools Drama Festival. After many fights a nd a little bloodshed a play was decided on. It was to be "Strange Refuge". a situation comedy tha t was based o n the idea of interactions between characters who would no t no rma ll y meet. A reading and cast ing. rehearsals were underway . Fi na ll y after many (early) Sunday morning re hearsa ls and the usual disasters. e.g . lari ngyt is. under the guida nce of Mrs. Casey the play was ready for com petition . Congratulations to the girls a nd Mrs. Casey - they did a wonderful job . A lth o ugh they were no t chosen to compete on the final night . they the mselves say that they have gained from the experience. the ability to work as a gro up. not individuals. CAST - IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE : Madame . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Nicolette Fusca ldo Miss Cattlet ... . . . ... .. .. . ..... .... Jody Dickinson Mrs. Tho rpe . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sharon Ca rr Junie Thorpe . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A ma nda Wheeler Mrs. Osbourn-Frate r . . .... . . . ...... Madeline Getson Ginger . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Melissa Clayton Maisie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Shi oban Hoolahan Ellen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Katie Ford Mrs . Finch . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kate Tupper Sr. Julie .. . .... .. ... . .... .. . . . . . . . .. Cathy Sianes Miss Merriweather . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Li bby Turner Mrs. Brown . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cathy Stella Mrs. Waller ... . ... . . .... . ... .. .. Leanne Marsha ll Stage Manager . . . .. .. . ... . . . .. . . Christine Mande ll Prompt . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cindy Coles

NEW~DONIA Corel reefs, countinq oooonut p&lltl& in the. Place dQs Cocotiers, sea-snakes, pellucid tropica.l seas, radiant white light-

house•, cagou&, croissants ard cafe su J.ait for breakfast, bougna, b..ure darice.rs, sncoung cu' Anse V'&t.8 Beach, t'he Aqu&~iu~ disc.c-theque, Ch~riene, Georges, Xav ie:r-, and Rogv- the.s-e &t"e v :iv .id Pllel'llr-· or1es nrow ~or the Year ~O &nd 11 French -stode.n.t.s who vQl\tured forth. to New Caledo'l!lia during the... fl.rst week' of the..Au3ust l-lolid&)'S. \le. INM'\&geO to step off the. we.11-beaten

tourls t' troct wltf\,, amor'l~t' othe.C' 'things, a ~1sit tc a ccffee.-p~cessing factory &t Due.as, end lucky C.L.C. fc!irlUHes h&-ve hOw ~ the. opportunity to drink. ccff ee grown in New C,al-edonda. We enJoyed an overnight $t9y 61: •f.v&s.i~ 130 .. in.land, deep in th.a brousse, and we were the 1irst Aust~lian ~todents •vet- to vis1t the- techn.ic..a.l school et la f'oa., We, ~lso t"e.ce.i ved a "'9 r"' ..elc oMt.. &t -the- c.a t hed r&l and we.re. !..(\te.ttsinea in the presbyt&ry afte..r M&ss ...

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EFFORTS FOR A GERMAN SCHOLARSHIP When Kathleen O'Rourke won the scholarship to Germany last year we decided to begin raising money in order to give another of our friends the opportunity of a trip to Germany. Ever since the efforts put in by the fourteen German students in the class has been quite commendable. Our first fund-raising task was the formation of a German tape. Prompted by Mrs. Remmen we formulated a tape, compiled of German oral situational questions and answers, which is sold to and used by many students in different schools. After many hours spent after school compiling the tape, our effort has been most successful and beneficial. Our next money-raiser was from a Photographic Exhibition displayed during the Teachers' Congress in May at Monash University. The European collection sponsored by Agfa-Gevaert was comprised of photographs taken by distinguished European Photographers. Our many thanks are extended to Mr. & Mrs. Remmen for their time taken to make the display a success. The mornings were freezing and yet enthusiastic .S.C. students collected their ex-valuables and set up a stall at the Croydon market and only a few weeks later a cake stall was set up at Safeway in Templestowe . With these stalls and selling of chocolates, the total was boosted incredably. With the co-operation of 14, now H .S.C. students and Mrs. Remmen we proudly announce our total of $900 .

PUBLIC SPEAKING As usual in the year the whole of Year 9 took part in the Rostrum's early heats of Voice of Youth . Many progressed to further heats , as well as girls from Years I 0, 11 and 12. We were fortunate to have two girls in the State Final , Rosemary Walsh in the Junior Section and Erin Lalor in the Senior Section. Pauline Farrell and Genevieve Cleary won many sections and prizes of The Lions Youth of the Year. Maria O'Flaherty, Kerry O'Flaherty , Sharon Carr and Erin Lalor were commended in this competition . Kathleen O'Rourke stepped off the plane from Germany and took part. The Toast Master's Competition is still to come so we hope for great things from the girls. The greatest success in the public speaking in 1983 has been Kathleen O'Rourke winning $1000 for first place in the State Final of Jaycees. This was after five heats . She competes in her fourth National Final in Brisbane - prize a trip to U.S.A .

MRS. JACH 'S RETIREMENT Mrs. Margaret Jachs , the mum of C.L.C.. has left us after 42 years of teaching. She began teaching during the early years of World War II when she trained as a primary school teacher. Mrs . Jach 's first appointment was that of a principal of a country state school. Other schools which had Mrs. Jach as one of their staff are: 'Star of the Sea', Eltham High , Watsonia High. and Hurstbridge High . Mrs . Jach also originally taught at C.L.C. in East Melbourne. When it moved to Eltham. Mrs. Jach came back to teach until May of this year when she left . It is obvious that teaching and children are Mrs . Jach ·s life and we were sad to see her leave. J'm sure that everyone who knew Mrs. Jach will remember her in years to come.

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CENTRAL AUSTRALIA CONFUSION LEGAL STUDIES MATHS I AND II FRUIT· _MATHS APPRENTICESHIPS WORK 'EXPERIENCE CHEMISTRY YEAR ELEVEN 1983 EVENTS OF THE YEAR I think all the Year Eleven students would agree that this yea r has been very successful for us all. To our group we've added several newcomers. all of whom were made welcome straight away. We also had the new experience of having an American Exchange Student in our form . The first major event was the work experience program . We had girls working in all sorts of fields including the Mounted Police. Social Work. Secretarial W o_rk . Teaching and Nursing ."We even had a Motor Mechanic! (Ten points for effort , Di 1). Most students enjoyed being in the areas they had chosen and everybody learned about new and interesting ways of life. Some of the girls were offered full-tim e jobs in the places where they worked. Only one girl accepted (Andrea Deylen). She was offered and accepted an apprenticeship in Hairdressing - her life-long dream. (She is now enjoying her new-found career and loves every minute of it.) The next major event was the trip to Central Australia during the May holidays. Forty students and four teachers went on this trip from Melbourne to Alice Springs , to Ayer's Rock , Coober Pedy , Port Augusta , Adelaide and then back home to good old Melbourne . It was a lot of fun . but we did have our ups and downs . mostly because of the bus - I mean 'coach ', and the coach driver, Graham, whom we all adored. The teachers who went were: Miss Maree Lewis , Miss Bronwyn Harcourt , Miss Cathlin Jamieson and Mr. David Suter, who had a lot of fun with those forty odd girls. (Joke of course). One funny and memorable time was when the bus couldn't go any faster than 40 km / per hr and we got bogged in all that dust in the middle of the desert. Now can you imagine forty hysterical girls getting out and pushing a coach in the middle of a desert? It was really quite funny once we got going again . I think everyone was glad to get home to a nice hot bath and a warm soft bed - despite the fun we all had . I know I was. After we'd recovered from that adventure we had exams to study for. The exams ran over six days , but they weren't as bad as we had thought they'd be. The only problem was trying to study for our exams and do our homework at the same time. No-one had a mental tit or heart attack about them , so considering they were our first set of 'real' exams, we coped pretty well. To be sure. there were a few tears at home on the nights before them , but we survived. All that remains now is to get the end-of-year exams over so that we can laze around at the beach. The year has been a wonderful one. It has given us all a chance to grow and develop. We now understand more about our society and we are more prepared to go out into the wide world and the future. Some girls are leaving us to a future of full-time employment. Some are going to do T.O.P. courses and others are going to do courses specializing in the areas in which they desire future full-time employment. The rest of us will continue to H.S .C. next year. We are saddened by the knowledge that our group will not be together at C.L.C. for much longer. But we wish all those leaving us, the best of luck and hope that we can all keep in touch. Lastly , one thing that we would all wish to comment on would be all the teachers who have taught us this year. They have treated us as real people and they have been willing to put themselves out to help us . We all really appreciate this and would like to thank them all for their time, help, effort and respect. We have learned to respect them all as people, and that would have to be one of the biggest and best achievements for the year. It has not been an easy year. In fact , it has been the hardest yet, but our teachers have made the year more pleasurable - we've had fun times too . Thank you C. b. C. ! Year Eleven 's 198 (Fiona Hook)

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[MOTHERS' AUXILIARY REPORT 19831 Here we are looking back after eight months of the year. We started off the year with our Mass and Annual meeting which once again was attended by the usual large crowd and was much inspired by all for the beginning of a new year. Early in February we had a basket luncheon at Nola Bennett's, in which we welcomed many new mothers to our group, this was followed by a fashion parade and luncheon at Heidelberg Civic Centre in late February. Early April saw us venture to Marlene Walsh's lovely home for a casserole lunch and a most interesting talk on colour co-ordination. We have a hard-working group of ladies who come to our meetings approximately once a month and this was see)) at its best with the highlight of the year so far in the inner Dance held in the school hall. 240 people attended and had great fun dining and dancing, it also gave a great chance for people to renew friendships and to meet new people from the College. The Mothers' Auxiliary helped to run the Debutante Ball this year and will do so in he future, the next one being at the Moonee Valley Centre. Up to 15 mothers a month come to help at the much loved B.B.Q. for the girls. The finances raised from these functions has so far this year helped in buying equipment for the P. E. department to the tune of $700. The rest has been invested to be used next year for prnch needed items for the new classrooms that are being built. We look forward to having many mums come join us in the future as it gives us a wonderful opportunity to have closer contact with our daughters through meeting teachers a d other staff and having first-hand knowledge of how our wonderful College is run. Pat Hook , President.

For an afternoon once a month the students of Year 7 were en ga~ed in activeties ot!1er t han that of their norr:ial classes. The students enjoyed projects in the -fields of, music, photo graphy, computers, g ardening, leatherwor!-, emb roidery, cook in~, drama/video, tennis, arid first aido The success of these afternoons is due to the enthusiasm of students and teachers, and the assistance of

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"How does Finland sound?" came my mother's voice over the telephone. "Finland?" I screamed. 'That's fantastic!" With that . I jumped gleefully clutching onto a nearby friend. I hung up the receiver and cried for joy. It didn't take long before my whole form at school knew my marvellous news. After spreading the word . it dawned on me that I didn't exactly know where Finland was situated on the world map. In fact. I knew very little about Finland except that it was part of Scandanavia and very cold. Now I can tell you after just having spent a year up north by the Arctic Circle. that it was very cold indeed, in fact, freezing! But truly. after a month of temperatures between -20° and -30°C you sort of get used to it. Being in such a different country. culture-wise there were also a lot of other things I had to get used to . Strang food , unusual mannerisms and habits . a different way of living and perhaps hardest of all. the Finnish language. Perseverance was one thing I definately learned from studying such a difficult language. There were so many times when I could have cheerfully pulled the hair out of my head , but with the help of my friends and host family. I managed to stick at it. Now I'm ever so glad that I did . Being able to converse in a foreign language with people from a foreign land . certainly helps to break down the real communication barrier (Finns are. by nature , very shy people and I think my understanding of the language broke that barrier in many ways . I learned more about their lifestyle and values as well as their historical and traditional cultures. During my year in Finland. I was lucky to travel to other parts of Europe too: Germany , Sweden and also a week spent in the U .S.S.R. All these trips added to my year full of experiences and they certainly opened my eyes to the importance the role Europe must play as one of the greatest nations of our world. So as you can see. I was fortunate enough to do a little travelling in Europe but also within Finland , as well as learn how to cross-country ski and ice-skate. go sailing. cycling. bake myself in a sauna , roll in the snow and meet lots of interesting people. But of course there were some down times as well as the good . Living in Finland taught me to become tolerant too . There were times when I wanted to pull out my little sister's hair and I'm sure. she too , could have done the same to my own. There were other things I had to restrain myself from doing . like stomping through the house. slamming doors when I was angry , and even whistling when I was happy. There are many things in our own society that we take for granted because they've become so everyday to us. But do those things in another country and you may be looked down on or frowned upon . So I realised that many Finnish customs are different from those of Australia . But although they may be different. they are never wrong . So all the ups and downs 1 encountered put together. made up surely one of the most beautiful and memorable years of my life. I think I have gained so much from my experiences in Finland a~ I'm certa in evcr'yo ne else had done or will do on an A. F.S . Intc rnational l ntercultu ral exchange progra m.

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You really should try rolling in the snow after a sauna if the opportunity ever arises . It's great fun . invigorating and certainly gets your blood pumping and heart beating .

LISA ZIGLINSKI A.F.S. EXCHANGE STUDENT My name is Lisa Ziglinski . I am an exchange student from Kansas City. I'm not from the same place as Dorothy. She was from Kansa5. and I'm from Missouri . I also have never owned a dog named Toto. The only thing I have in common with Dorothy is my visit to Oz. I've been in this wonderful land of enchantment since January 24th. 1983. and I'll be living here until January. 1984. My family back in Kansas City consists of my Mom. four brothers. four sisters. a Polish girl and her fiance , a sister-in-law and niece, three future brother-in-laws and one defacto brother. I'm living with the Atkinson family in Diamond Creek . My host family consists of my Mum , Dad. brother Simon , and my sister Jane and four cats. Jane is presently doing form five at C.L.C. Back home I also went to a private school. In comparing the schools. the education is quite similar. Basically the work done here is the same as at home only with a few minor changes. For example native Australian plants and animals are studied in Biology. instead of native North American plants and animals . This makes a lot of sense seeing as ·how different the two countries are. I am on a program called A.F.S. It has both summer and year programs. Thus . it is possible to be an exchange student for several months or for a full year. Being an exchange student has made me more aware of the world around me . The aim of A.F.S. is to promote world peace and understanding . This is done by sending ·ambassadors' from one country to another. When you become an exchange student you automatically accept the role as your country's representative. It is a fun and exciting way to meet people. make new friends . and experience a different culture. My year so far at C.L.C. has been fun and has allowed me to experience the pleasures of an all -girl school. I would like to thank all the teachers and students for hosting me here and taking an interest in me. I wish you all the best. Lisa Zig/in s/.:i.

IDEBUTANTE BALL I On the eighth of April this ye a r, fifty-five debutantes were presented to Mr. and Mrs B. Van der Haar and Mr. and Mrs W. Bartlett in the St. Kilda Town Hall. When we began our deb. practices, we thought it a big joke even to try to imagine ourselves dancing in time; not going over on our high heels, not falling down the stairs seemed impossible. As for turning into beautiful princessess- well ••• the possibility never entered our minds. Few people would dispute the obsolescence of the original concept- I don't think Dur reasons for there was a girl in the set who had not been seen in society before. forming the set were rather to widen our social circles and more importantly, to It was with this spirit increase the friendships and bonds within the H.s.c. group. -that of a team- accomplishing something- that we prepared for the gala night which was, after all, for most of us, our first Ball. The amazing transformation of schoolgirl to debutante took place, so much so that our dancing instructor (previously sceptical) and indeed, some parents, cried on the night. With glossy hair, sparkling eyes, happy smiles and beautifully made gowns we And what's more, we were convincing. Many of us came upon were presented as Ladies. As we came down the stairs we could not help a gracefulness we never knew we had. Of course we wobbled occasionally and but notice the pride in our parents' eyes. slipped here and there, but we knew how elegant we looked- a few mishaps could not The first dance proved us to be as graceful as we looked. We shake our confidence. glided over the floor, with pink bouquets and gowns that rippled. Whether or not any of the grace and elegance we had on that night has remained, One thing we have retained is the memory of a dreamy is a question to be answered. evening. JANETTE BREDENDORD (Special thanks to Mr Ted Emmett, Mrs M. Daly, Mrs Gould and Mrs DallaRiva for their organisation and guidance.)

BASTILLE DAY. 1983 After the colonial heartiness of Australian Week it was decided to celebrate Bastille Day off-campus, and, in fact, in the civilized refinement of the eighteenth century. Early in the morning of the 14th July , all of the College's French students packed into Mee's luxuriou s miµibu s and headed for the Arts Centre. On the second noor. we were transported back to the eighteenth century via the Great Eighteenth Century Exhibition . We noted the Prench lace and fans , the Sevres porcelain, Boucher's beautiful pastel portrait of Madame de Pompadour, as well as busts of Voltaire and Rousseau , both inspirational figures for the Revolutionaries . The elegant mearble medallion of Louis XV in aristocratic profile re minded us that we were celebrating an event which took place in 1789 a nd led inexorably to the downfall of thi s monarch's grandson. Some of us broke a world record, absorbing all a large and thoughtful exhibition had to offer in less than five minutes; others lingered over the exhibits . appreciating the fine detail. On the stroke of twelve , Terry , the Education Officer, showed us two unexpectedly hilarious films on the French Revolution . How those disembodied pikes unnerved us as they proceeded at a stately pace through the corridors o f Versailles and the Tuileries. Outs ide, en plain air once more. we crossed St. Kilda Road to partake of our very own Dejeuner sur /'h erbe , consisting of baguette sandwiches and petits pains au chocolat. As the grey Melbourne skies opened upon us . in,trepid passers-by could only shake their heads in wonderment at the group lustily singing the Marseillaise under the palm trees.

AUSTRALI A WEE K MOND AY, J UNE 2 5 - F RID AY, JCLY I. 19 83 A ustra lia Week was simply C.L.Cs ow n patri otic sa lute to our coun try. T he week was celebrated in typi cal C. L.C. fashi on w ith activities such as deba ting. sess ions on a bo rigin al ar. gumnu t a rt. A ussie poetry a nd imp rov isation a nd even a d ispl ay of A ustra li a n bathi ng costumes fr om 1800 to today. The most memora bl e activities were the Bushda nce (a n event enj oyed by all ). a nd the Austra lia n Ide ntities Parade which displ ayed a n a r ray of our favo rite a nd best-known A ustralian characters. Au stra li a W ee k b ro u g h t out t h e t ru e -blu e. fair-dinkum A ussie in us all.

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The first concentration camp in Germany was founded in a small arrangement of buildings on the grounds of a former ammunition factory, near the now infamous town of Dachau . The camp was to isolate political opponents, Jews and clergymen as enemies of the National-Sociolist regime. The original camp, set up b n March 22 , 1933 for 5 ,000 prisoners, proved too small and the prisoners , in 19 3 7, were ordered to build a larger camp which was completed in 1938. Files show a total of more than 206 ,000 prisoners registered between 1933 and 1945 , however, many more prisoners were taken to Dachau, unregisfered. This new camp was to accommodate 208 prisoners per barrack, but upon the violent expansion of the Third Reich , it became so overcrowded that up to 1,600 prisoners were living in a barrack at a time. After liberation of the camp, these barracks, 15 all together, and most other buildings were razed to the ground . It was to see these ruins that my family and I travelled to the small town of Dachau. At that time , we regarded Dachau as something which must be seen, just as the Eifel Tower and the Statue of David must be seen. After six months of hectically cramming into your day as many monuments that you've ever seen, heard or read about , you become a little blase about what is next on the agenda. The important concerns become: what kind of a day it is , so you can decide how many pictures you are going to take; how many stars the Michelin Guide gives it, so you know whether to prepare for the whole day at this next cornucopia, or just a half. On this particular day, we were occupied by asking these questions, but were also filled with other expectations. Ones of seeing the gas chambers that we had heard about and the huge graves and all those other edifices all the movies play on with such determination and regularity. The town of Dachau was small and pleasant , not far from the city of Munich. Apparently no-one in that town knew from 1933 to 1945 what was actually going on in the camp. All our eagerness and expectancy were shattered when we arrived at the parking area outside the grey walls . Glancing around I happened to notice the people in the car next to us, who had just been visiting inside the foreboding walls. They were crying! Anxiously, I peered, inconspicuously, at others who were slowly moving from the main gate. Some faces were hard, with not the slightest emotion showing. Others were bitterly angry and others just shed silent tears . No one spoke. They only shuffled sullenly, almost mournfully, to their cars and drove away. My stomach began to churn. Were the pictures or the stories told in there that bad? Silently, we moved towards the entrance, not knowing exactly what to expect. Cautiously we approached the gate and were eventually met by the words "Arbeit Macht Frei", fashioned over the entrance. "Work Makes One Free". My stomach went from churning to a tense knot. I was astonished. How could these words be the predominate message, every day, to people whose not even intense hard work could ever free them from the bonds and shackles of their race and destiny? Tentatively, we moved through the gates, wondering and preparing ourselves for what we may have seen next. As soon as I had put one foot on the gravel inside the gates I sensed the reason for the disturbing scene caused by those leaving the monument. I could feel every sick, agony-ridden, tortured soul. Their grief resounded in my head until their confusion , anxiousness and sorrow were firmly implanted in my mind. I don't claim to be psychic or to have any type of ability to sense events or feelings any more than other 'normal' human beings. But I, and every other person who walked under those astounding words , became choked with bitterness - Germans , Jews, Russians , Poles and all other races alike. To feel this devestating shock-wave, you did not have to look at the huge morgue foundations ; the live barbed-wire obstacle; the ditch , which , if a prisoner came within 8 meters of, they/ were immediately shot; the ''camp prison " where flogging , punishment at the stake and executions were carried out; the rifle range, where approximately 6,000 Russian soldiers were lined up and, one after another, shot and allowed to topple into a mass grave; the notorious shower baths where prisoners were tortured, or the crematorium with its huge ovens. Each of these buildings which sound, and looked spine-chilling did not individually shock you, but only mulled with your original feeling. They enforced and increased the growing uneasy nausea. I'm not sure of the reaction of others to oqe particular item in the camp which particularly stands out in my mind , (I am nor sure of Other's feelings because the whole ordeal is something which no-one cares to chat about after visiting)- the violently scratched out faces of Hitler in the pictures displayed in the museum in the camp. Each slash portrayed the agony through which many people are still going. There were many Germans visiting the rnins. Some see visiting there as a necessity, to remind themselves of how inhumane they had been, others to show their children the horrific goings on of that time. Many Jews could be seen, and of course, many other nationalities. Some people entered feeling afraid of what they might see , others were pushing themselves strongly into it, making themselves see and realise what went on , and others approached the gate as we did - feeling we were seeing just another monument. Although there were all these different feelings on entering the camp, every single person came out feeling the same way. No one spoke. We just moved to our cars and drove away, not looking back , not looking forward to where we were heading next. We had all left the camp physically but the Dachau Concentration Camp will always have a place in our minds .

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"ORCHIDS IN THE BREEZE" Leesa Vear I was the only seven year old l knew at the time who was scared to go to bed at night. It wasn't my room which frightened me , it was my sister's. Sara died five years before I was born, she was ten at the time of the accident. Since her death my parents had kept her room like a shrine, nothing was taken out or touched and definitely no-one went in there besides my parents. I'd hated her for as long as I could remember - hated having been named after her, and I resented and blamed her for the life I led. According to my grandfather, who lived with us , my father had never been the same after the shock of the first Sara's death. And when I was born I was to become the girl who had died after a fall from her horse. But the trouble was I wasn't the first Sara - I was me. And no matter how hard I tried to be like her I always seemed to fail. I was told time and time again of how good and intelligent the first Sara was; the Best Sara as it was so often pul I suppose it was my likeness to her which kept my father believing that I was sent to be her substitute. He wanted for me all that he'd wanfed for my now dead older sister. Oh how I hated her! But how could anyone resent a ten year old girl who died before I was born? Why did I have to have an older sister's memory haunting me? Why did I have to be named after a dead girl? It seemed unnatural and unfair. Yet I had to somehow fill her shoes if I were ever to be accepted by my father - second best wasn't good enough. I struggled for years to live up to his expectations of me , forever being told I wasn't as good as the first Sara. I no longer ran past my sister's room but became increasingly curious as to what lay behind its walls. The room now attracted me, I wanted to go inside - and the urge to ruin something belonging to my 'precious' sister was growing stronger. I wondered if I'd ever have the courage to enter 'her' room , 'her' world, and not just pull faces at the door or peak through the lock . My chance came one afternoon when my father and mother left me at home for the day under the care of my grandfather. I was nearly ten . Grandfather had been sitting in an armchair reading me a book when he dozed off, so I decided to go up to my room to play with my dolls. When I got to the door, of Sara's room, I stopped. The temptation to go in nagged at me. I cautiously chec~ed the hallway (for whom I don't know), then slowly turned the knob. I was surprised to find it open , the door swung wide. I could tell my mother had been in recerttly, though her attempts at keeping it dust free were in vain. The room was similar in size to mine, though its furnishings were of an earlier period. Flowers stood wilted in a vase and the room smelt strongly of mothballs and stale air. I stood in the doorway for quite a while, just looking , not intending to go in, when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Scared that it was one of my parents, I quickly slipped inside and closed the door. The footsteps came closer up the hallway, and panicking, I slipped under the big bed to hide. If mother or father caught me in here there'd be trouble! I lay under the bed until the footsteps retreated, t hen I made my way out from under the bed . I should have gone straight out then, but something kept me rooted to fhe floor - someone didn't want me to go. I looked about me; at the books, the dolls, even her shoes lay undisturbed at the side of the bed. It was all wrong, so very wrong . Why wouldn't they let- her die? For the first 't ime I fel~ sorry for my sister Sara and I began to understand her better. I was quite absorbed in my thoughts when the sound of the car pulling up outside made me jump. I had to get out - and quick. I ran to the door and tried to open it. It was stuck, and so was I. I struggled with it.1.. panic overcoming me. "Let me out, please'" I pleaded to Sara. "Don't make me stay! Please! I promise I'll be back." The door flung open and I made my escape to safer ground . The door slammed behind me and I stood in the hallway - numb. My head was throbbing an~ my hands were shaking. l decided later to stay away from 'her' room. There was something strange about it, as if she was there watching me. But this didn't last very long and I once again gave in to my curiosity. It was on this visit that I first had one of my so-called 'hallucinations'. I'd been in the room for about ten minutes before I became aware of a sl'rong smell of orchids, I looked around - the windows were closed. I felt dizzy and must have fainted because when I awoke I was on the floor. The smell was gone . And gone too were the dreams I'd had . I could no longer see my sister looking at me through those sad eyes 1 begging me to stay. L got up and ran out. Not from fright this time, but because I didn't know what else to do. Was I losing my mind? What" did 'she' want with me? What was she trying to tell me? Sara and I grew closer after every visit, I no lpnger hated her and the sadness in her eyes lessened. It didn't go, just grew lighter. I talked to her often in her room , but once outside of il we parted ways . That was until my tenth birthday. After this I realised that she no longer left me when I left the room , she came out within me - the smell of orchids hung on. I could tell when she was with me by the smell , but no one else seemed to smell it, they couldn't see her. I entered ber room one day, not knowing that this would be the last time I was to do so , and began poling around , talking to her as I did . The <wardrobe door was open ; strange, I thought I'd closed it last time. As I went to close the door I noticed a book on the floor so stepped in 'fo get iL It was a diary, 'her' diary. J sat in the wardrobe as if to hide so she wouldn't see me and read . I read of happy times, of the love she had for her father, of birthday parties and of school. I felt her joy of receiving her first horse, Meg , and of her bitter hatred when it was taken from her after a close shave when she fell. "Just a few bruises , that's all, but my father had my beloved horse put down nevertheless . I hate him for it. It wasn't Meg's fault , she didn't mean it. I don 't care ifhe forbids me to ride, I'm going to." The shock of a near fatal fall had caused my father to take extreme measures to ensure no harm would come to his darling Sara. The diary ended here .so I put it down, intending to go out, when I smelt the orchids again and the wardrobe door slammed in my face . "Whatl are you doing?'' l joked. But this was no joke - the door wouldn't open. I shivered. This wasn"t like her. I was scared. Pictures flashed across in front of my eyes against the blackness of the walls of the wardrobe. I could see it all , Sara sneaking out to go riding at a neighbour's place. I tried to look a~ay , but I couldn't close my eyes to what I saw. I could see my father watching her behind the trees - she rode on, unaware of his presence. "Stop it , stop it;' Lcried , I didn't want to see what was going to happen . "Not that , please.' '..My pleas were in vain , this time I couldn't escape. I ndw saw her return home. My father remained silent about what he'd seen. He'd teach her to disobey him. I shook my head , trying to remove what twas seeing. My father was fraying the saddle girth to a couple of threads. I screamed, I didn't want to watch . "Not my father, but he loved you.) he did, he did," I screamed. I knew what he was thin.king - "Just a small fall to frighten her. She'd never go near another horse then . No harm done. No harm would come to my precious Sara." The WOids rung in my head, "No harm", "precious Sara, PRECIOUS SARA!" I saw her mount and ride out. A satisfied smile hung on my father 's face - but not for long. The girth strap broke as planned, but over a ditch, bringing Sara down and the horse on top of her. Her small body lay crushed. My father's pale face drained of all blood looked on in horror. "What had he, done?" I sat there unable to scream anymore, tears streaked my face and I buried my head in my arms and cried. I could still see my father 's shock'ed face as if he was right there in front of me. I looked up, the wardrobe door was open . My father stobd in the doorway ; he must have heard my screams. I looked into his face and knew it was the truth - he'd caused the deat h of his precious Bara and still carried the scars of guilt. He knew I now knew the truth and tried to speak to me. I couldn't stand it any longer. I ran,, struggled "from his grasp, and kept on going. 1 didn't know where I was going - I just ran , letting her rake me where she wanted . My vision was blurred by tears but I knew where I was . I stopped, panting, at the front of her grave. She was there. waiting . Sara looked at ease , the pain all gone from her eyes . She smiled and slowly disappeared. I looked down at the orchids growing around her grave, leaning to the breeze, and I knew she'd left me for good. ·She could finally rest in peace; her secrets were told . leiae ('8

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