1992 Silver and Green

REFLECTIONS

Methodist Ladies' College

Thank You Katie Barnett Shelley Benson Leah Block Rachel Brick Margaret Carson Ms. Crawley Mr. Dedman Dungeon Dwellers Rebecca Eckhaus Mrs. Feikema Maya Feldman Melissa Glass Lynnda Heard Kathryn James Amy Jeeves Jessica Jeeves Melissa Lawton Mr. Loader Paul McPherson of Waterwheel Press Ms. Medhurst Robyn Menhennitt Sarah Najjar Sarah Nelms Sonya Popps Kate Roskett Mr. Savage Kirsty Stevens Sue Stokes Alicia Smith Bronwyn Smith Melinda Tam Simone Toussaint Fiona Wilson Sarah Wright Jody Worthington Chris Notsis And all those who have contributed their time, thoughts and articles throughout the year.

Editors' Comments The year has been spent trying to gather reflections of life here at M L C but, now that it is over, it is time to turn away f r o m the mirror. A mirror shows what is behind a person, their past relationships, achievements and experiences. T h e angle of viewing provides a distorted view, particularly if it is cracked or dirty, making insignificant things seem large and important while the lessons learnt early are hard to see.

Instead, switch to a w i n d o w , endless in height and width. Doing this will enable forward thought, though cleaning fluids may be required f r o m time to time. The window at its most effective for me will be a c a m e r a so as to enable the recording of my experiences.

The choice of c a m e r a is important, with recent experiences turning away m e away f r o m Super 8 and other conventional equipment. 1 choose, for my lifetime use, a spectacular model which can f i l m f r o m different angles simultaneously therefore allowing me, on repeated viewing to see things f r o m different angles.

While black and white film might m a k e my life more artistically pleasing I will use color. I don't want to see only the most sharp contrasts but rather I wish to enjoy and experience the reds, purples, blues and, of course, the shimmering greens which are apparent in the w h i m m e r i n g waves.

Naturally the c a m e r a will need constant attention for continued quality viewing and, as my sight b e c o m e s increasingly impaired, new lenses may have to be fitted so as to ensure the images remain in focus.

N o w , as the c a m e r a z o o m s out f r o m my schooling •years and the screen temporarily fades to black, I shall put my moccasins on my irish feet, gather my popcorn and chocolate, leaving you to read Silver and Green.

In a school where student magazines are constantly being produced, w h o would have time to read Silver & Green when it is finally published at the end of the year? There are the four editions of The Star, the rich cousin of this magazine, attracting parents and students with information updates and r e a m s of colours pages.

Year 7s and Year 8s have their o w n JSS Magazine, and the newly established V O S S is fast gaining prominence in senior school. Editing Silver & Green seems like labouring for a magazine which most people simply flick through.

A catchy theme will help captivate more readers, the editiors thought. For days we racked our brains for something original and daring, yet at the same time, appropriate for a school publication.

O u r theme turned out to be Reflections, nothing original or daring. Nevertheless, it expresses the aim of this edition: to collect reflections which best portray the school. I want the m a g a z i n e to reflect the colourful world which our junior c o m r a d e s create, the high-tech atmosphere surrounding the energetic junior secondary students, the fun-loving middle school frineds, and the diversity and complexity of senior school.

Perhaps it is being in Year 12 which m a k e s reflections part and parcel of my life. T h e protective shell of school life which has shielded m e f o r so m a n y years is n o w cracking and like a new born chick, I a m exposed to the world outside. A s I step into university, reflections of my secondary years will be one of m y most cherished possessions, which will encourage m e to project forward and live life to the fullest.

Caroline Chan

Caroline Armstrong

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It is midnight, and in thirty-six hours the editors of Silver and Green want a 'Principal's C o m m e n t ' f o r the magazine. W h a t would interest the readers of Silver and Greenl Should I talk about the challenges of the first full year of the V C E , the ubiquitous laptop computer, M a r s h m e a d , the sporting, academic, musical, dramatic achievements of the year, the MasterPlan Study of school facilities that is currently being undertaken, or perhaps register the fact that M L C is in its 111th year of existence?

No, all these seem a little remote to a reader w h o is about to enjoy a long s u m m e r vacation. Instead let m e use this opportunity to make s o m e other statements.

Firstly, let m e wish all students and their families a happy holiday, a j o y f u l Christmas and an opportunity and challenge in the N e w Year. Let m e also c o m m e n d this m a g a z i n e as good holiday reading and as a treasure of m e m o r i e s to be e n j o y e d in later years.

A Note from the Principal I travelled a thousand miles to find a vision. I came to the citadel of learning, for surely Harvard would have the vision 1 needed. I asked and probed and thought and reflected. I questioned and looked from person to person.

I found visions. Many of them. They came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They were large ones and modest ones. They were complex ones and simple ones.

They all seem to fit - yet none of them fit me. Why? Then I remembered that I once had a vision - a vision that was my very own. Where has it gone?

What had I done with it? So I started searching those long dark corridors of past years.

I found my vision. Rusty, dirty from lack of care but still there. It was my vision, a vision not exactly like anyone else's. With the power to carry me forward to shine light on the path of the future - for me and for those with whom I might share my vision.

A personal regret is that in a foolish m o m e n t , just b e f o r e marrying, I disposed of m y school magazines. I h o p e the readers will not m a k e a similar mistake, with their magazines.

W h i l e I have been able to resist the temptation of reciting the great facts of M L C ' s year, I have not been able to avoid the urge to deliver an exhortation. S o m e m a y say that this is an occupational hazard of being a Principal!

A s we each attempt to take control of our lives, it will be necessary for us to accept, reject, or better still, shape the alternative futures that are available to us. On what basis are we to do this? In the context of this question let m e end my ' P r i n c i p a l ' s ' words with this short personal story, One Thousand Miles f r o m a book Improving Schools from Within by Roland Barth, 1991.

David Loader

And I learned an important lesson. I learnt that each of us must have a vision. It must be uniquely ours.

For, until we have a vision to share, we can't understand anyone else's. I learned I must keep my vision polished brightly through daily attention, or I will lose it again. That it can act as a guiding beacon only as long as I hold it in front of me.

And I discovered that I can look to myself. am rich in resources and thoughts and ideas. future, my future, lies not out there but inside

That I That the me.

"As soon as you said the word reflections I thought about the time we started to put mirrors around the school so then I was thinking about reflecting on ourselves which is a very physical way of doing it, isn't it?"

It certainly is and yet its the most important reflection to many girls, as is obvious minutes after the final bell tolls each day. H o w e v e r that w a s n ' t the only idea that came to m i n d during the course of our lunchtime meeting in that echelon of power, the boardroom, with the man w h o thinks he will be the last male principal of our beloved alma mater. Mr. Loader was very relaxed about the idea of the integration, perhaps lulled by our promises that a delicious meal would soon appear in front of us, on the polished wood table.

This piece is by n o m e a n s the first time that he has been featured by the media. He s u c c u m b s regularly to attacks, often turning the occasion to his advantage and publicising recent successes of the school. An interview on 3LO, publicising the u p c o m i n g c o n f e r e n c e on girls' education gave him the opportunity to answer one of the most complicated, and frequently asked questions.

Are we truly better off at a single sex school?

"I think y o u ' r e better off academically, I think y o u ' r e better off, probably, socially in the sense of a secure environment, to take risks...In this environment y o u ' r e actually creating a different setting that says, well what do I want to do, w h o am I, h o w do I express myself as opposed to an environment w h e r e something is being imposed f r o m outside, for example, m a l e imposition. So I think you are better off in that sense."

As the c a m e r a clicks in the background w e w o n d e r aloud about future plans for the 'other place' where most students w h o are presently in Senior School will never visit. Instead we are d o o m e d to be b o m b a r d e d with stories of its glory and the rumours that it will one day b e c o m e our impertinent answer to Timbertop. This will definitely not happen, though Mr. L o a d e r would like to see every g o v e r n m e n t school reorganise their priorities so that all students can have the experience as it gives 'time to the notion of w h o am I in relation to others and in elation to m y family. I think M a r s h m e a d really addresses that'. O h for the day that the military sell cakes and education gets the m o n e y needed to produce a clever country.

A discussion of our o w n experiences at school and a c o m m o n reading of an article in the previous days paper led him to reveal that 'I d o n ' t think I really e n j o y e d school and I think that what I felt was that it ought to be a better experience'. However, k n o w i n g that he had been turned away f r o m his childhood expectations of working at the C o m m o n w e a l t h Bank towards teaching, by a maths teacher obviously there were good m e m o r i e s of those scholastic years. " T h e r e ' s one teacher in particular that did m a k e a difference for me, one teacher in all of them. M o s t students have certainly had that experience of being pleased to walk into a classroom and being positive, felt

c o m f o r t a b l e and e n j o y e d the lesson". So while that erstwhile mathematician m a y not r e m e m b e r his years at the front of a classroom he certainly m a d e an impression on this student w h o admits that if a history teacher had ever been as inspiring he might have b e c o m e a history teacher. Beware your idols.

Bush T e r m and new music schools aside there are other projects gathering heat on Mr. L o a d e r ' s back burner, the most ambitious being the possibilities of good students attending second year university course.

Discussions are currently u n d e r w a y with m a j o r universities about such a scheme, which would be an extension of the acceleration program being e n j o y e d at present. T h e bell rang, and girls in the courtyard began to stir as we contemplated w h o would be included in such a scheme. " I t ' s important that you stay with your peer group, you d o n ' t want to be mixing with people a lot older than yourself. So you create an environment where y o u ' l l be challenged in your studies while remaining with your peers. The main thing is to pursue your strength, be it in chess, gymnastics or drama. W e ' r e breaking d o w n the notion of what is a school". Just as I ' m leaving too. The k n o w l e d g e that I'll be missing such innovations strikes as hard as the realisation on a Sunday night that there are t w o C A T s and five w o r k requirements due in by Friday.

As we rose f r o m the c o m f o r t a b l e chairs and had one last snicker over what w e look like in the h u g e school photo which hangs on the wall, M r . Loader returns to the initial theme of our conversation. "If I reflected on the 14 years here, I think it has been exciting in the sense that w e ' v e actually b e e n able to m a k e M L C into a better place."

Caroline Armstrong

Antics of the Flanny W h a t would a report be without some c o m m e n t on the V.C.E.? This year, the prefects found themselves with mountains of h o m e w o r k as well as a hectic, sometimes impossible, school day. Unfortunately, there were some activities, especially interschool, which we had to abandon this year, simply because no one had time.

giving a hearty w e l c o m e to the new Senior Students and a wild trip to the zoo (pardon the pun). The year flew by with such f u n c t i o n s as the S.S. Church service. Open day, various celebration weeks and the Gala Concert.

W e extended our c o m m u n i c a t i o n s with other schools and committees in the college with visits to the M.S. S.R.C, Year Eleven committee. Uniform C o m m i t t e e and Year Twelve dance committee. Prefects also frequented Philosophy and Morality Sessions with the Grade Six students and helped with the Big Sister Program with Year sevens.

But we did manage to do a n u m b e r of things additional to the usual j o y s of tram duty and encouraging girls to do up their top button and wear the old blazer and star.

W e started back at school before most students,

The annual Teddy Bear's picnic - renamed the Grade five picnic this year - occurred again, with an exciting new format. T.V. trivia replaced teddy bears - t h e y ' r e hip chicks in the Junior School. The prefects were left utterly ashamed with their ignorance of the actors and lives of the stars of Beverly Hills 90210, Neighbours and H o m e and Away.

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Of course, the annual Scotch v.s M.L.C. netball match occurred without fail. After m u c h trepidation (not to mention a fat lip or two), we e m e r g e d victorious - we think. The Scotch prefects are to be c o m m e n d e d , not only for the fairness with which they played, but they also looked great in netball skirts!

The Year T w e l v e s were treated to a B B Q one lunchtime outside Senior Centre after Unit three test C . A . T week, f u n d e d by the budget we were fortunate enough to receive this year. This casual get together celebrated the C.A.Ts we had handed in and lifted the spirits of the tired Year Twelves.

Prefects have initiated various projects for Senior School all of which have been successful (and end of year plans are well under way). These include study rooms for Year T w e l v e s in the library, a list of empty class r o o m s for study, discussions and recommendations about the award of house points and colours and aspects of the uniform.

I'd like to thank Mrs M c K e n z i e for her support and knowledge this year, and Mrs Jarrett w h o stepped in Term O n e while Mrs M c K e n z i e was on long service leave. I'd also like to extend my gratitude to the prefects themselves. I ' m sure they'll agree that this year was most memorable, especially getting together for a photograph. Assembling 26 of the busiest girls in Year Twelve for a f e w minutes is no mean feat!

From all the prefects of 1992 to the M.L.C. c o m m u n i t y we say "Goodbye, good luck to you", and trust you'll keep all the school safe!

Netball Match - Hands off it's mine!

Ingrid Hopper Head Prefect

Gang W e toiled for hours over tactics and g a m e plans, devising our o w n particular set of rules, which would surely lead us to victory.

Confident of the outcome, namely victory for the M L C Flanny Gang, as we were the swarm of red rugby tops and pretty skirts which entered the hall o v e r w h e l m e d us. It was Scotch, r e n o w n e d for their friendliness towards each other.

We organised team positions and hiked onto the court, to be met by 6 ' 5 " towering beasts. W e reassured ourselves that height d o e s n ' t matter in a skillful match of netball but our hopes of a friendly g a m e were soon shattered. Hurtling towards the ring was a hairy legged floosy, p u m p i n g a windmill slam dunk!

Flanny Gang - Catch Brianna's

W e could not be so easily defeated. This was when Plan B came into action, involving many of our feminine attributes. The c r o w d was on our side: we dacked 'em, we w a c k e d ' e m and we aggressively shook

smile!

their goal. There was no stopping us, well perhaps there was, for the final result did not reflect the true ability of the Flanny Gang. W e might have lost the game, but in spirit we can never be defeated.

Michelle Worland and Jane Cohen

Picnicking with the Prefects On W e d n e s d a y 1st of July 1992, the prefects hosted this years "Teddy Bears Picnic" for the Grade Five girls in Junior School. H o w e v e r , the day was not literally a teddy bears picnic and ran by the theme of " M o v i e s and Television".

The girls arrived in period five dressed in their team colours. They were met by their allocated prefects w h o were also dressed in their team colours, and in less than five minutes the front gardens had been transformed into a noisy and energetic mass of colour.

T h e day began with a T.V. and M o v i e quiz. Next up, the girls were sent to a designated station where they f o r m e d teams, in which they competed energetically in a variety of games. T w o g a m e s were played at every station and when they finished, one team rotated to the next station. The girls played each g a m e with such a competitive spirit and o v e r w h e l m i n g enthusiasm that was difficult for the prefects to comprehend.

After the g a m e s the girls were treated to green pikelets, Mars bars and pink cup cakes, willingly supplied by the prefects. This time it was the girls' manners which took the prefects by surprise, as they lined up for f o o d and only c a m e back for seconds w h e n invited to by the Junior School staff.

In the end it was the noise, colour and and the energy that vibrated f o r m these y o u n g girls, which helped to keep the prefects on their toes and m a k e the day the success that it was.

Melinda Schambre.

Teddy Bears' Picnic - Beautiful

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Morning Country hillside Grassy plain Flowers blooming Fresh with rain Deborah

Birds

•iy>' Sensitivity S A person is like a sponge, Filled with hope and respect.

But with one small squeeze, k is ajl lost forever...

Birds are wondrous things.

I love them.

Listen to the sweet noises they make.

Birds are pets to some people.

But my favourite thing about them is The lovely feathers they've got.

Lydia Phillips

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A Caterpillar's Life Bill, the caterpillar is wandering sflong, Singing a song - his favourite song!

Of how he'd love to be a butterfly.

"What I'd give to be colourful", he'd sigh.

Then, one day, he hung from a branch, Away from the caterpillars and their ranch.

After four weeks he emerged from his bag, But he was not a caterpillar rag, And he let out a long contented sigh, "I'm, I'm, I'm a butterfly!"

He spread his wings and flew from Flower to flower, And the rain sprinkled down as a Spring sunshine shower.

The Silly Sarc When a baby sardine Saw its first submarine It ran and hid behind a beetle "Don't worry," said Mum \ "Really, please don't be dumb j It's really a can full of people." { Katherine Doig

Ttirtle Green purple Crawls hides eats Feels safe in shell Reptile Jacqueline Qa<i

Columbus The sea is calm while the boats sail, To the spice islaned to become rich and famous, And the seas become roughtthe ships rock back and forth, Jl y And he hrtds i1 Natalie tan; ,oneri

The Cat Kate Robson The glory of glories for a cat Is nothing simpler than a pat.

To sit on a hearth in front of a fire, Is a cat's second best desire.

To lie curled up on a comfy settee Easily comes as a cat's number three.

And last, but not least, a catty dream, Is dinner composed entirely of cream.

POETS

Antonia Brown

had been creeping up on him like fire in the bush, and had finally taken its toll.

He was in Texas, 1817, when he f o u n d that his machine had run out of the pure oil fuel it needed to run. He was stranded in Texas, an invisible man no one could help.

Frustration and confusion poured over him. Never he thought, never again will I see my wife, my dad or my friends in Australia. His life was not worth living.

He was sobbing when all at once it c a m e to him oil c o m e s f r o m Texas. Pure oil just like the machine ran on.

Nadia Barbaro (Computer Generated Graphic)

Time Travel with Tinsor Professor Tinsor sat in his dusty garage. A large bulky contrapation lay at his feet. Wires were connected here and there, red and green, yellow and white. It was a time machine.

The Professor had dreamt of time travel since he was young. He stepped into the machine, drawn to it like a magnet. There he sat, a m a n in his 70s sitting in the contraption, gazing at the controls.

The Professor's wife, a large, plump, jolly looking w o m a n entered the garage with a tray. As she stepped towards him, she stumbled and knocked him. He lost his balance and lent forward, unconciously flicking the control. The contraption lit up with a bright dazzling glow. It buzzed for a m o m e n t and then it went into a time warp. All was dark.

T h e machine came d o w n with a bump. It rocked gently f o r a m o m e n t before c o m i n g to a complete stop.

Outside was a town square, people were bustling about their business but something was missing. Professor Tinsor noticed it in a minute. Beside the dull simple clothes the people wore there were no roads or cars, no electricial wires overhead and not a mechanical appliance in sight.

He stepped out of his machine, people ignored his presence, indeed they hardly acknowledged one another. He walked away f r o m the machine, past little shops with foggy old w i n d o w s displaying old fashioned toys.

Tinsor walked into a N e w s a g e n t and picked up a paper to look at the date. 1903, one hundred years f r o m his o w n time. As he put the paper down he glanced at this shoes. M u c h to his surprise he wore plain thin soled shoes, those of about the 19th century, he thought slowly, his mind putting the pieces together as he looked at his pants.

He walked briskly to his m a c h i n e and got ready for take-off. Tinsor went into the future to the age of technology and to the past to the age of dinosurs where he finally b e c a m e home-sick for his wife. Loneliness

He stepped out and shouted 'I W I L L G E T H O M E ' .

With that he half ran, half walked to the nearest town.

Here he got on a steam train and was dreaming of the reunion with his wife when the train c a m e to an abrupt stop, throwing him forward A y o u n g man in a station uniform walked straight through Tinsor and unlocked the door, calling 'all out for the fields'.

Tinsor was thrust out the door with the crowd.

Surrounding him were open plains, stretching for miles.

The Professor walked a little way then sat on the ground and dug with his bare hands. It took hours but finally oil sprang f r o m the ground.

Professor Tinsor made it home safely, just 10 minutes f r o m when he left. His wife rushed to him and they lived happily ever after.

Katherine Collette

Katerina Stuart

The Dettman Dilemma M r s D e t t m a n was astonished to see that there were no children in the yard. She thought they might have gone to class. 8:30am came and she went into the staff room. N o teachers were around. M a y b e the teachers have g o n e s o m e w h e r e without her knowing. She walked u p to the P.E.C. but the doors were locked. She walked back and looked into all the class rooms. N o one was inside. W h e r e could they be? The day passed.

The next morning, there were kids everywhere. She went into Mrs. Ferrarotto's room and asked,"why w e r e n ' t you here at school yesterday?"

"It was Sunday!", Mrs. Ferrarotto said.

"Oh, my gosh!", replied Mrs. Dettman.

Verity

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Message The arrival of Christian rock band, In The Silence, caused quite a stir amongst the girls in all year levels. It is easy to see why , with their scrawny good looks, and loud thumping music. They attracted a large crowd to their lunchtime concert. But the stories behind the band are plentiful and untold. Their silence is broken below.

Band Members (sitting down) Angus, Ben, John and Jaques

First, meet the band. John Dickson is lead vocalist, A n g u s M c L e a y w h o plays bass guitar, lead guitarist is Ben Shaw, and Jaques Zeelie is the man behind the drum kit. All m e m b e r s originate f r o m Sydney. Back in the school campus, they are k n o w n as The Rascals, a name which they live up to. The history of these four men is not sheltered or sweet. It is a life of broken families and rebellion, where shoplifting and breaking into the zoo were c o m m o n practices in their teenage years.

Christianity was introduced into the lives of these four young men through religious classes at school.

Ben relates his association with Christianity: "... the teacher was nice. She invited the class to her place for bible study and indulged us with big, beautiful scones.

W e went for the scones but skipped the bible study..."

The dedication of their teacher has, nevertheless, directed these four m e n away f r o m their i m f a m o u s past.

Christianity b e c a m e part of their lives. They decided to spread the goodwill of their new found religion through

rock music and f o r m e d the band. " E v e r y o n e e n j o y s rock music," they explain.

It is unfortunate that the only musical experience they possess is f r o m music classes at school. A n g u s scored a w h o p p i n g five percent on his music test while none of the rest can read music efficiently, let alone play it. In fact, when Ben bought his new electirc guitar he only k n e w h o w to play three chords; G, C and D. (For variety he plays C, D and G).

However persistence has taught t h e m the basics to music composition with minimal tuition. T h e band n o w c o m p o s e s its o w n songs and has two albums to their credit.

H a v i n g been together f o r six years, the m e m b e r s decided it was time for them to m o v e on to bigger and better things, and the band will regretfully break up in October this year. Ben and John plan to train for the priesthood and we would like to wish them good luck in whatever they choose to pursue.

Michelle Chan

Going Green The M.L.C. Environment C o m m i t t e e was set up early this year and has had a very enthusiastic response.

W e aim to educate the M.L.C. c o m m u n i t y about environmental issues, help M.L.C. to b e c o m e a more environmentally - friendly institution, raise f u n d s for our and other environmental projects, and to encourage students to b e c o m e actively involved in other environmental projects.

In our first year we have got off to a slow start but we have many ideas and enthusiastic members. In second term we created a logo and raised $300 selling chocolates (thanks to Katy Watt and Kate Mills). T w o thirds of this money was donated to the Australian Conservation Foundation and the rest put aside for f u n d i n g future projects. A recycling program is being set up in level three of Centenary, which will hopefully soon spread to the rest of the school. W e have applied to " A d o p t - a - B e a c h " under G r e e n p e a c e ' s scheme to clean up our beaches and pin-point the pollutors. This will involve monthly collecting and sorting of rubbish f r o m " o u r " beach, and will no doubt be a rewarding, if somewhat icky, c o m m i t m e n t . W e e k e n d tree planting and land m a n a g e m e n t activities are being organised for several weekends next term at Yarra Bend - think globally, act locally! W e ' d love to hear of any more suggestions at any time, cause the environment committee is here to stay!

Sam Grover

W h e n green j u m p e r s and winter skirts b e c o m e part of our u n i f o r m in 1988, in addition to the green blazers, students j o k e that the school has gone completely green.

Since then the school has gone " g r e e n " in many other aspects: consider the environmentally friendly measures we have undertaken in pursuit of a " g r e e n e r " campus.

Recycling plays an important role in our greening process. The corridors in every building are littered (!) with paper recycling bins to encourage students and staff to recycle all of their waste paper. W h e n students log into the c o m p u t e r network, a message flashes across the screen, reminding them to proof-read their work before printing so as to avoid using paper unnecessarily.

Even the the glaring white computer paper is gradually being replaced by recycled ones. Besides paper, aluminium is also recycled. Recently aluminium recycling bins are set up in the Year 11 C o m m o n R o o m and an assortment of softdrink cans have already f o u n d their way there.

The B o o k r o o m is an enthusiastic "green" supporter, selling exercise books and plastic folders made f r o m recycled paper and plastics. The plastic shopping bags are gone for good, substituted by brown recycled paper bags. To be truly environmentally friendly, the B o o k r o o m is untouched by chemicals and is cleaned with methanol and vinegar. Our school diary, too, has gone "green": it is n o w printed on recycled paper. To keep up with the "green" fashion, Silver & Green will also be printed on recycled paper f r o m this edition onwards.

Every effort to recycle, reuse and reduce the consumption of paper, plastics or any other materials will help create a more environmentally friendly M.L.C. If everyone puts in a little more effort, we can surely go greener still.

Caroline Chan

Speaking with Mrs Rosenthal is the J S S O f f i c e secretary. H e r o f f i c e is always full of people w h o have lost a chair, f o u n d a laptop, c a n ' t print or need lunch. Here are some of the funnier things she has had to deal with in her three-anda-half years as JSS secretary.

She has had to babysit many strange things in her office, including musical instruments, guinea pigs, mice and birds. Once, though, a girl c a m e in and told her that

f o r an interview with M r s Baker. On the day of the party, she went u p to the JSS o f f i c e not knowing what to expect.

Mrs Baker asked her about her subjects for a f e w minutes, and then sent her back to her classroom, where her friends were ready and waiting to give her a surprise.

For some reason, t w o people had not done the 4 0

Melanie Young

there was a lame dog in Fitzwilliam St, and could she bring it in and ring the R S P C A ? M r s Rosenthal agreed, and soon, in c a m e the dog, with a black scarf for a collar. Right in! Into her office!

A form had decided to give s o m e o n e a surprise birthday party. They asked Mrs Rosenthal to help out, by getting her out of the room for a while, and the only reason she could think of was to ask the girl to c o m e u p

H o u r Famine on the weekend, but during classtime.

T h e y had only a f e w m o r e hours to go, and were being tortured by everyone around them, eating, eating, eating. So they asked if they could take r e f u g e in M r s R o s e n t h a l ' s office. She agreed. But no sooner should they sit down, than s o m e o n e c a m e along, carrying a drink and eating an apple. Pure torture!

Mrs Rosenthal

Kathryn James

I was a Destroying Angel This year M L C f o r m e d the Spotlight Theatre C o m p a n y , a club run by students in Year 8 to 12.

T h e m a j o r production was a play called " T h e Destroying Angel", which w e co-produced with Xavier. It w a s staged in M o n t a g u e Theatre at Xavier, a small theatre which suited the performance.

The play centred on Rhoda, an eight year old girl w h o seemed a near perfect child. It w a s n ' t until the play unfolded that the audience learnt of her evil past, R h o d a had killed two people.

Auditions started in second term, and soon after parts w e r e cast. I was Rhoda,the eight year old serial killer! I was the youngest cast m e m b e r and d i d n ' t k n o w anyone at the beginning. W e had a variety of characters w h o were mainly played by students in Year 12, amongst them Sarah Riley, R e b e c c a C h e n e y and Naomi Labrum. Nadeeka A r a n b e w e l a and Rebecca Sharkey also had important parts. E v e r y o n e w a s friendly and acted well.

T h e cast was backed u p with an experienced crew.

O u r first p e r f o r m a n c e went smoothly and w e were well r e w a r d e d by a supportive audience. T h e play concluded without any other on-stage hitches.

Trish Westmore

"Oh - it was so spooky!

Seriously, she was whacking her head against the wall..." Eliza was interrupted by Elicia.

didn't see me go. " O h well," I thought. "If anything happens to me or I am taken by a bad spirit, no one will k n o w . "

wrong. "Oh, someone opened their eyes!" whined Mic. "This does work, I ' v e seen it!!" N o w SHUT YOUR EYES!"

"For sure. You really think I'll believe in bad spirits?" she said sarcastically.

In the cabin 1 discovered that it was not what I thought, with glasses that m o v e and ghostly moans. 1 wasn't spooked. Mic turned out the lights and switched on one small torch. T h e room was lit with an eerie glow.

Sarah laid down on the floor, with us circled around her. All of a sudden, it seemed a bit more than a stupid

W e all tried to concentrate. "There was a car." said Mic.

"The thing is," started Jules, "the people w h o tell the stories d o n ' t believe it.

But the people w h o listen do." I was just listening, thinking h o w ridiculous this whole seance business was. But the way Jules was looking at me made me wonder.

"Car." said Alex. " C a r h a ha ha ha ha ha!" laughed Kira. W e opened our eyes and glared at her.

"There was a car." said Mic. "Car." said Alex.

I could feel Sarah laughing. She was trying very hard not to laugh, but she c o u l d n ' t keep it in any

The Camping Spirit " W h y was she whacking her head against the wall? I asked Eliza, trying not to let my voice wobble.

"Well, they called the spirits u p and a girl let it into her, thinking it was a good one. But it was a bad spirit and m a d e her do horrible things." The room w a s quiet. E v e r y o n e believed her. " T h a t ' s really stupid, L i z e . " Michelle finally spoke. " I t ' s true, really!" she replied. "Well. I ' d better g o . " She raced out the door back to her own cabin, leaving us standing there till Mic ran in. " C o m e o n , " she whispered to me, "Seance in cabin sixteen."

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game. This w a s getting really creepy. " O k a y . " said Mic. " N o w everyone has got to be serious, and k e e p their eyes closed."

She suddenly took on an eerie voice that m a d e the whole thing seem unreal. I relaxed. It was only a stupid g a m e and I had nothing to worry about. W e closed our eyes, placed two fingers under Sarah and concentrated.

"There was a car."

Car... car... car... car., came the quiet echoes.

"There was an accident... accident... accident... in a ditch.... there was blood and bodies...bodies...bodies.."

"Lift." Sarah w a s still remarkably heavy.

Something had gone

longer. W e all began to laugh and c o u l d n ' t stop. " D o n ' t let him diieeee....!" came an eerie moan f r o m outside. It was Katherine and Sophie.

"Aaahhhhhh d o n ' t let him diiieeeee !"

"Teachers!!" someone warned. W e scrambled to our feet, turned the light on. unlocked the door and looked out.

Mic, Sarah and I made a quick escape.

W h e n I got back, my cabin was no longer spooked by ghosts and bad spirits. T h e y were in bed talking about something else. I wondered if Sarah was banging her head against the wall yet Katie Chmiel

Red is the Colour My plane is called red.

I'm very quiet when I'm in red I fly to help But still I wait.

With a crash Our engine fails Our plane is going Down down.... boom I see my ashes While they say ashes to ashes, Dust to dust my ashes are Spread. I like my world, But I miss my other world.

Thunder Here I am all lonely Floating in the sky.

I've just been struck by lightning And I think I'm going you die Now my time has come I know I'm nearly done.

Towards the heavens I rise, Through the friendly skies.

I'm really low and misty, It's hard to find my way.

The sky is really foggy Now I'm REALLY on my way.

Here it comes again.

That roaring thunder cloud.

It's big and black and scary And it's coming towards me now My life is not worth living, Not now that I am grey.

It's Winter now and very cold And I'm coming right your way

Look Who's Talking ...

Mrs Grasso: Say Mrs Baker burst through that door with a machine gun and shot me!

Mrs Sandison: I know you two like to be very close, but would you mind not sitting on each other?

Miss Shipp: Do you always eat the red Smarties last?

Mrs. Putt: I am we-witing your weport, Webecca!

Mrs Jarrett: Can you draw a brown cow? I'm hopeless at the cow part.

Mrs Jarrett: I hope you're not going to put all your split ends on the floor.

Mr Bell: If you could speak Kuwaiti, it would be a benefit.

Complied by Katie Chmiel and K a t h r y n James.

The Gift

The Albatross

He was different, a thorn amongst roses. They pitied him, for he was different and could not be like them.

They were so perfect, perfectly balanced on the edge of humanity. They were identical symetrical rhythmical and they laughed at him, for he could not be like them.

He sang aloud, while they smiled and whispered amongst themselves, just loud enough. An insanity see-saw see-saw see sore sore pain pain unusual unusual different different was he, for he could not see the value they valued so much. My neighbour is perfect, and so must I be; for if I copy my neighbour, my neighbour shall copy me. I shall never sing like a bird, run like the wind, wallow in mud or smell the fresh morning scent of dew on the grass at sunrise. True beauty... True beauty was impossible, so they gave him a gift. They gave him the gift so he could see true beauty. They made him the same.

So free, she soars up in the cloudless sky, the sun beating down on her back.

She peers down on the ocean below her and swiftly dives down, returning to the surface with a fish clenched tightly in her beak.

She swoops in an upward maimer, regaining her original height.

I stand and watch her on the edge of the c l i f f , the turbulent waves crashing up against the face of the c l i f f , the albatross is untroubled.

Gliding, gracefully overhead she flies out to sea, way beyond the horizon.

She is gone.

But I know she will be back.

Leah Bloch

The Magic of the Unicorn The magicial unicorn bares its power Uniting all the land Its golden mane shows movement In the shallows, Hooves stamping with might and fury All are unaware of this myth That so besotts us unto this day The waves shimmer with elm green flesh Reflecting the sandy shore's slack stance The mystical brown shell Lets all hear clear and well The sea in the distance rolls up Continuous sheaths of waves.

I shall stare into the sunset shades, Dankly lit purple, orange and beautiful blue Join to form the ever redeeming sky The animal's silken shinni?ig hide Mirrors the rest of the universe Making all stare round.

Caroline Tang

Shelley Gonsal

P.E. WEEK Radical. T h a t ' s the way to describe this year's P.E week. There was a huge swing from the more traditional activities to unconventional and unprecedented ones such as cardiofunk aerobics and the Blackmores Skin Care clinic. If you are a person who is all in favour of more alternative forms of exercise, as opposed to standard activities, this year's P.E. week was certainly for you.

The reason we have P.E. week is that the Australian Council of Health, Physical Education and Recreation sets aside a few weeks every year to promote health and exercise. This y e a r ' s P.E week was readily accessible to students throughout M.L.C from Junior School to Senior School in an effort to encourage all students to participate in sport as a part of their everyday life.

In this year's P.E week, a host of professional took activities for the benefit of students. A m o n g them were two members from the second team of the Melbourne Magic basketball team. They ran a basketball clinic for students free of charge, coached students and put them through rigorous drills. This

was the perfect opportunity for eager fans and avid learners of basketball to brush up their skills in dribbling and shooting. There was only room for forty students to attend the clinic, therefore it operated on a first in first serve basis. It was very successful and students are indebted to the professionals who showed them so much encouragement and enthusiasm during the session.

The volleyball match between staff and students comprised of the M.L.C volleyball squad and members of staff including Mr. D o m i n g who bedazzled spectators with his resplendent Olympic tracksuit. The students were defeated five sets to nil, but not until they had struggled hard and exhausted all their energy. The score is not an indication of the quality of the match as it was a close game that was won by the staff, who had a winning edge over the students on the day. Well done to the students who did their best to overcome some gruelling opposition and thanks to the staff for providing an entertaining match.

Cardio Funk Aerobics was the most original of all the activities that took place in P.E week. This is a form of aerobics that has more dance elements in it and includes both a high impact and low impact repertoire. Due to the variety of dance steps it requires more coordination than other forms of aerobics. As the name suggests, its purpose is to exercise and strengthen the heart. The turnout to this activity was excellent, and with fifty students attending the class it was P.E w e e k ' s most popular and successful activity.

The Healthy Breakfast was organised to promote the importance of having a daily breakfast. Despite the fact that it was a "healthy" breakfast, there were surprising treats such as pizza and muffins. If y o u ' r e looking for something that is tastier

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Pedal harder Ms Lemin than bran and cereal while at the same time healthy, come to next year's Healthy Breakfast and discover the joys that can become a part of your breakfast.

Next year's P.E. W e e k will include guest speakers, a basketball and a cricket clinic. But aside f r o m this, you cannot predict what lies in store as the P.E. staff surreptitiously scheme and alternate activities.

M a n y thanks to Miss Duff and Miss Osborne Smith spent so much time organising this very successful event.

The most important thing about P.E week is that it encourages students, regardless of size, weight or talent to enjoy the many benefits that healthy exercise has to offer. So if y o u ' r e one of those people who was always the last to be chosen for the sport's team, here is your lucky chance to attend activities that do not discriminate against anyone and which are lack competitiveness. The P.E staff extend their invitations to everyone and hope that all students will consider it for next year.

C h r i s Seow

The Elusive Essence of Womanhood There was something very familiar about the w o m a n in red. A s she flitted back and forth across the stage, directing the procedures, I tried to catch a good look at her. But this was difficult, and the sense of familiarity was triggered by fleeting glimpses, rather than a clear image.

Even f r o m where I stood, I could tell that she was beautiful. She had dark, long hair which swirled d o w n her back, c o m p l a m e n t i n g her slender figure. N o w and then, she would raise a hand to remove a stray strand of hair f r o m her striking face. I had to suppress a twinge of envy, f o r the gesture was altogether f e m i n i n e c h a r m i n g in its naturalness. " S h e ' s gorgeous isn't she?" " Y e s , " I muttered vaguely, not quite sure which of my c o m p a n i o n s had expressed the understatement. " W h o is she?" " D o n ' t you k n o w ? S h e ' s Ellen Delaney."

"Oh..."

So this was the f a m o u s W o m e n ' s Lib activist. I had heard of her of course. I was impressd that this beautiful w o m a n had dedicated herself to the m o v e m e n t , rather than to some high-paying modelling agency. I supposed I must have seen photos of her in the papers, for I could not dispell the impression that I had seen her before.

Later that afternoon I saw her. In deference to her privacy and waited to speak with her. She spoke in a low, stricken voice, and shook with agitation. All of a sudden, her voice rose. " Y o u ' r e nothing but a blackmailer!" I heard her cry. She then slammed down the receiver, and rushed out of the booth, colliding with me, as I m a d e my way forward.

W e both stepped back, and I was able to see her clearly. I gasped. This was no face f r o m the papers. The tear-stained face I saw now, was one I k n e w f r o m my childhood. The large eyes with the long lashes were the same, as was the facial structure.

There were other differences though.

The gangly body of the fourteenyear-old had undergone m e t a m o r p h o s i s and had e m e r g e d as a beautiful w o m a n . T h e pimply skin was n o w smooth, and despite the slight nose-job I recognized, with a shock, m y cousin. " K a t e ! " she cried in c o n f u s i o n . " A l a n ? " I asked tentatively.

I was answered with a wince. It was clear I was a reminder of the unpleasant past. I always k n e w my

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cousin Alan was different f r o m other boys. I scarcely knew what to do.

Alan, or rather, Ellen, was in quite a state. The telephone call, and this unexpected meeting had really upset her. I decided to take my n e w - f o u n d relative back to my appartment.

There were no objections.

In a space of an evening, I learnt more about my cousin than in all the years we had spent growing up together.

While I learnt to cope with the trials of adolescence, my cousin was faced with a severe identity crisis.

Finally, Alan decide to go to the States, where, after extensive surgery, h o r m o n e treatment, and minor cosmetic surgery, Ellen emerged. The c h a n g e had not only given Ellen a physical body to match her psyche, it also boosted her confidence and sense of purpose.

Hence, the dedicated participation in the W o m e n ' s Lib M o v e m e n t . Ellen Delaney was more than ready to m a k e her mark on the world. Had it not been for an unfortunate meeting with a schoolmate, E l l e n ' s horizon would have remained cloudless. This " f r i e n d " was apparently the one she had been talking to on the phone that afternoon.

"So you see," Ellen finished, "if he should tell my fiance, or s o m e o n e f r o m the press, it'll be the end of me."

"But you c a n ' t let him blackmail you," I replied.

She sighed.

"I d o n ' t k n o w . The m o v e m e n t means a lot to m e . . . I just d o n ' t want to be the cause of bad publicity, as for my f i a n c e . . . I d o n ' t know how he would a c c e p t . . . the change."

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I d i d n ' t say anything for a long time. I was more than a little confused, and the immensity of E l l e n ' s problems o v e r w h e l m e d me.

As she got up to leave, I rallied my thoughts and squeezed her hand.

"I wish I could have been more helpful, E l l e n . . . " my voice trailed off as I lost the gist of what I wanted to say. She smiled sadly.

"But you were. T h a n k s ... thank you for listening." A n d with that she left.

I w a s n ' t quite sure of h o w I felt about the whole episode. Yesterday, I would have been shocked to learn that my cousin was a transsexual. It was different now. It was no longer abstract, the person I met was real. 1 found myself w o n d e r i n g about the complexity of sexuality. W h a t was the essence of w o m a n h o o d ? W a s it simply a question of c h r o m o s o m e s , or was it to do with the individual's psyche? Did it really matter that Alan was now Ellen?

1 did not k n o w . All I knew was that as a man, Alan had been insignificant and lacking in identity.

But as a w o m a n my cousin was strong. It must have taken i m m e n s e courage on E l l e n ' s part to break f r o m the male body which imprisoned her.

I thought of the trials she must have gone through to be w h o m she wanted to be. It was natural that people should want to find themselves.

Ellen had done that. W h o was I to question her?

Yes, I admired Ellen, and I wished for her sake that others would too.

Uyen T r a n

The Body Beautiful ?

Julia Roberts's b o d y is one of the most beautiful in the world. All around the world, f e m a l e s model themselves on her - after all, s h e ' s near perfection, right?

The producers of Pretty Woman didn't think so. During many scenes, a body double was used instead of Julia Roberts. The question is, if she isn't good enough, w h o is?

This was the question posed by actress M a g g i e Miller, w h o spoke in Senior School Assembly during W o m e n ' s Week. She raised some very important issues about the portrayal of w o m e n on film and television.

Turn on the television and what d o you see? L e t ' s take a popular teen program, Beverly Hills 90210. All the main characters are slim and attractive, t h e y ' r e s h o w n to be funloving and popular. T h e y m a y have their problems, but that d o e s n ' t matter, as this is what the average American teenager looks like.

Australian-made soapies like Home and Away and E Street also follow this model. Tune into sunny S u m m e r Bay and watch the goodlooking y o u n g people run around in skin-tight clothes with perfect makeu p and hair. M e a n w h i l e m a n y of the unpopular and naughty children are often plain and of normal shape, as though it's only the beautiful kids w h o can have fun.

The worst example I have ever seen of body "sculpture" was in a recent edition of a w o m e n ' s magazine, which told readers h o w they could obtain a body like that of supermodel, N a o m i Campbell.

Naomi is 175cm tall and weighs 48kg. It is claimed that she d o e s n ' t exercise, so my guess is that she keeps her figure by not eating. The magazine said that will-power was needed to get a figure of this size, and that it is possible. I w o n d e r if they also offer a prize for people w h o get down to that weight without b e c o m i n g anorexic or bulimic in the

process.

It is very hard to k n o w what is a normal figure when we are being b o m b a r d e d with pictures of superslim, underweight w o m e n , w h o are described as the ideal female.

M a g a z i n e s thrive on telling us that whatever w e ' v e got, it's too big, too small, too saggy, too hairy, too wrinkled, too podgy and it's j u s t plain unsightly.

W o m e n ' s beauty is b o u n d by stereotypes and ideals and for w o m e n of the 9 0 ' s , beauty and success are often shown as going hand in hand ("I was unpopular and sad b e f o r e going to the H o u s e of Weight Loss..."). I agree with M s Miller, that m a n y of these ideals are unobtainable. Furthermore, being beautiful is the not the only way to have an enjoyable life.

Emily Hudson

The Person I Admire Most The person I admire most is my mum. I admire her because she has a full house with three children and a husband. She is also healthy and is involved in lots of school things, such as the Old Collegians. At Camberwell Grammar, she is in Friends of Music also. She hasn't had to have false teeth, only fillings. 1 admire her because she stands up for her and doesn't get angry easily. She is family and can adapt quickly. She will organised my brothers and I are happy and, if make sure wrong, she will notice and anything is us if necessary. We can rely on her comfort tell her anything. She cares and can us and we care about her. She about has wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. She is the woman I most admire.

Charlotte Beeny

Emma Scarff

Born to Board horror movie. There are so many people in the boarding house; y o u w o u l d n ' t be the target if you simply avoid unnecessary attention. I t ' s wiser to save your life than to win the "Heroine of the year" award!

4.Thou shalt not cast any f o o d into your mouth before examining its biological composition - just in case the chefs are unsuccessful in m o d i f y i n g the French snails recipe and end up with Australian bug corpses. (God bless their souls!)

5.Thou shalt not take off your clothes in the shower room before y o u make sure that the door is properly locked (if indeed locks are attached to the door) and you have all the necessary shower "instruments" with you.

Your boarding house "allies" are not your family m e m b e r s to w h o m you can yell to when you forget about your fresh underwear.

Smiling on the steps of Cato Hey, girls! Have you ever thought of starting a brand n e w life, a more exciting and m e a n i n g f u l one?

If you h a v e n ' t before, the ball is now in your court. If you have, good on you, y o u ' r e right! Becoming a boarder will add a new dimension to your life! But, b e c o m i n g part of a big family is definitely not an easy task. There are 'social conventions and laws' to which you must comply in order to survive. M u c k up, kitchen duty, lights out, mark out, theft and gating might give you white hair if you d o n ' t k n o w h o w to deal with them!

Still, be optimistic. Read this survival guide, it is your second Bible and y o u ' l l b e in business. Here are the ten c o m m a n d m e n t s which you must obey: 1.Thou shalt find a new hiding place for your purse everyday. N e v e r leave your purse at the same spot f o r 365 1/4 days a year. In case you ran out of ideas, Agatha Christie's novels or Sherlock H o l m e s ' h a n d b o o k will c o m e in handy. Just to remind you: your m e m o r y must b e good e n o u g h to r e m e m b e r the different hiding place everyday!

2.Thou shalt d o everything in your p o w e r to prevent being gated.

3.Thou shalt not b e the cat, killed by curiosity. At night, it is always wise to " k e e p a low profile" if you h a p p e n to hear any noise which resembles that in a

6.Thou shalt not tell lies unless you are desperate.Hints: you can j u m p the long dinner queue when y o u are on i kitchen duty; when you return at the 2 time later than you should be, it is be the M E T ' s fault.

7.Thou shalt not collect your laundry before checking the n a m e label. Looks may deceive!

Although you and other girls are all under the big umbrella of the boarding house, I d o n ' t think i t ' s necessary that you have to share all your personal belongings with others, d o you? Furthermore, you might not be her size! It is also advisable to stuff your socks into a laundry bag before you put them into the washing machine or dryer so as to m a k e sure that there is always an even n u m b e r of socks. Y o u c a n ' t buy "half a pair of socks" f r o m the supermarket, can you?

8.Thou shalt bribe the year 12s b e f o r e the " m u c k up" day so that you shall not be the target of rotten eggs or flying slices of peanut butter toast.

9.Thou shalt b e fully armed with a "heat insulator", especially in winter, if a fire drill practice smells fishy.

Presentable clothes are strongly advisable in case the resident photographer of the boarding house magazine decides to take a snapshot.

10.Thou shalt never bring any m a l e visitors into your room unless y o u want to get expelled; (except your father, brother, cousins, stepbrother...etc. Isn't it amazing just h o w quickly your family has grown?!)

If you want to lose weight, take yoghurt; If you want to survive, take m y advice!

Lynette Ong

Boarders' Birthday Night This year, once again the staff put on a real treat for the boarders. The theme was Grease. Not as in hair but the movie. W e were all shocked to see Mr Taylor ride his motorbike into the Boarders' Dining Room.

The atmosphere was great. The staff did the Grease Lightning f o r us and we were shocked how sexy they could be! O n e of the luxuries of B.B.N, was being served by the mistresses. The food, of course, kept to the theme of Grease and we had hamburgers, chips.

Coke and sundaes, the kind of food non-boarders take for granted. After a f e w speeches we headed up to the Assembly Hall for what is k n o w n as " T h e Best" acts for B.B.N. As usual, the Year 12s were running the show with short skits all the way through and the final song "I hate everything but you". The Year 7s and 8s did a joint act, with some girls doing some pretty amazing things in their aerobic workout. T h e Year 9s worked out as well. The Year 10s did two acts. The first one sent up the mistresses in song, and the second was a mini Olympic with events such as The Hot Food Dash on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The Year 11 s gave us three acts with the most surprising act being the girl w h o revealed almost everything. The staff put on a good act trying to scare us with their new punishments, but we liked the kitchen s t a f f s act with chocolates thrown to us.

W e came back to the dining room f o r supper and ate the boarders' cake which had been previously cut by the youngest, oldest, and the longest staying boarders.

Overall the night was one of the best ever.

Angela Lipshut

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First Weekend T h e first w e e k e n d of every year is the traditional boarding house excursion, this year we w e r e very lucky and went to Phillip Island.

W e arrived at a very quiet beach. S o m e of us w e n t f o r walks around the rocks, but the majority sat, ate chips and stared at the couple of surfers!

Lunch was a delicious B.B.Q. on the m a i n beach, the afternoon was spent shopping, sunbaking and s w i m m i n g . T h e weather w a s beautiful and many people were either burnt or tanned. It was really f u n n y because e v e r y w h e r e you went there were M.L.C. Boarders.

For tea w e had fish and chips, entertainment w a s provided by the Year 10's; they rolled d o w n the hill in various formations and it w a s very h u m o r o u s seeing t h e m smash into trees and poles.

W e then went to the Nobbies, where w e were all a m a z e d by Mother N a t u r e ' s creation. Next stop, penguins.

O n c e again the boarders h o g g e d everything, filling up the front row of the viewing stands. W e sat in the harsh cold wind for several hours patiently waiting for those little beauties to m a k e their entrance. W e sang and slept and finally they m a d e their arrival. It w a s worth it.

At about 11pm everyone boarded the bus. W e w e r e all extremely tired. There was some confusion b e f o r e heading back to M e l b o u r n e as t w o girls tried to escape and hide in the penguin pavilion, but were tracked d o w n . So off w e went back to the boarding house.

Carolinna Lee Tracey, Julie and Maria get ready for the onslaught

Culture to Culture Student Exchange " O h ! I was so surprised ...when at lunchtimes, and down at the station, girls just sit on the ground to eat their lunch!" This simple aspect of Australian life enraptures R y o k o Fujiie, w h o has just taken up residence at the M L C boarding house. In Japan, one must sit properly in their seats to eat lunch and furthermore, sitting on the ground in public is simply out of the question. For s o m e o n e like Ryoko, M L C resembles a school W o n d e r l a n d . T o have experienced nothing but a tight and inflexible education system full of rules and regulations, M L C is a smorgasbord abundantly filled with activities and clubs to join, and subjects to choose With a passion for sports, R y o k o is suitably impressed by the our sporting facilities. The average school in Japan limits physical educaton to only a f e w sports: mainly running or ball games.

School equates to studying hard and apt minds. O n e of the first things about M L C which impressed R y o k o is its environment which she labelled as "very g o o d " ! While m a n y of us take f o r granted class discussions and individual teacher assistance on call, in Japan, asking questions is greatly c o n d e m n e d .

Firstly because there is the attitude that questions will unnecessarily hold u p the entire class of 50 students,

and secondly students may be reprimanded for not listening ot the teacher. " T h e teachers here in M L C are very nice," R y o k o repeated.

"I also wondered why, in Australia, you d o n ' t have to clean the school?

In Japan, we sweep the classroom (floor), clean the hallways..." Even toilets! It's "Japanese c u s t o m " for students to devote their lunchtimes and afterschool time to clean up after

Japan stay in the one classroom - the teachers m o v e around.. L u n c h t i m e s are only 20 minutes duration at R y o k o ' s school, but they have a resident cook and R y o k o misses the hot meals. But one thing she d o e s n ' t miss is the injustice of treatment according to o n e ' s age. In Japanese society, the elderly are given great respect and high regard.

However, the notion of

h o m e but not as much as, she wistfully admits, Japanese television.

Dropping the " s " of " y e s " and finding herself addicted to chocolate, pizza and lasagna, R y o k o is steadily perfecting her " M L C personality"!

However, the unique Japanese trait of generosity and hospitality is still strongly evident: R y o k o offers to organise host families and possible schooling for those interested in spending their s u m m e r vacation in Japan.

With a huge grin on her face, she says, "anything's possible!"

A n y other messages?

Oh, yes! R y o k o sometimes yearns f o r a Japanese dinner: the basic rice, miso soup and fish. This she usually buys f r o m a department store but be warned! " B e f o r e you buy the food, make sure you look at the use by date. The other day..."

themselves. The reason that such a responsibility is placed upon the students is elementary: discipline and m a k i n g them take good care of what they use.

Breathe a sigh of relief girls and hope the M L C professional cleaners are here to stay.

T h e stark differences between Japanese and Australian school life continue. All classes in

"respecting o n e ' s elders" has been adopted amongst the ranks of the students.

Ryoko believes that some older students have abused this system and thus, greatly appreciates the "equality" between year levels at M L C .

For a 15-year old to travel and study in a foreign country would be, at times, lonely. R y o k o misses her friends back

R y o k o scrunches her face but recovers fast enough to add: " B e careful".

Kerry Liu

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

Indonesia Japan

In 1990 I was an exchange student in Japan, that is I was Gaijin. On my arrival at N a g o y a Airport, I stared in shock at the entrance sign to the customs that read in English, " A L I E N S " . I guessed we must have fitted the description perfectly because the Japanese in the 'other q u e u e ' c o u l d n ' t take their eyes off us! Foreigners can be such a rare sight in Japan that m a n y Japanese stare in a m a z e m e n t at them.

M y year was filled with a lot of laughs as I tried, with only a f e w phrases of Japanese, to keep up a decent conversation. I and other Gaijin tended to create our o w n c o m m o n language called " G a i j i n g o " - Alien language.

I was on exchange at our sister school, T s u s h i m a Girls High, about half an hour by train f r o m N a g o y a City. Imagine a school with no outdoor grounds, sandwiched between little old houses and rice paddies, and comprising two buildings situated in different parts of T s u s h i m a about five minutes apart.

Japanese schools are renowned for their discipline. Rules such as not having a part time j o b or boyfriend, never going to the shops b e f o r e or after school with your uniform on, always having the top button of your coat d o n e up, and not riding to school if you could walk the distance in a reasonable amount of time, do suggest that the school is s o m e w h a t strict.

T h e cost of having an exchange student, and the fact that the majority of Japanese h o m e s a r e n ' t particularly big, m e a n s having a student for any length of times can be difficult. I had six host families and b e c a m e very close to them, especially my host mothers and sisters. I still try to keep in touch with them.

I ' m proud to say that after my trip to Japan, I have developed a skill for travelling and can now hide the fact w h e n I'm lost.

I decided to m a k e the most of my time and see as much of Japan as possible.

During the year, I m a d e four trips to Osaka, to N a g a n o Prefecture, T o y a m a City and H o k k a i d o on a school trip.

1 am sad to say that being an e x c h a n g e student isn't always fun. I d i d n ' t have a perfectly smooth trip and I would be surprised to hear if any exchange student did. The Japanese lifestyle is one you have to let g r o w on you and once it has, it's a part of you forever. Back in Australia, it took m e weeks to get into the habit of leaving m y shoes on when I got h o m e , and even speaking English was difficult at times.

I'm not likely to forget my year in Japan, and I suggest that anyone w h o has e n o u g h enthusiasm should apply to g o overseas for a year. It is definitely an experience of a lifetime.

Rachel Mackay

T u e s d a y evening 10.00 pm. Panic sets in as it suddenly d a w n s on m e that I have Indonesian the next day and a work requirement is due in. I also have an oral c o m m u n i c a t i o n session with m y teacher, Mrs. Soekotjo. Practically every week she goes around the class, questioning us one by one, b o m b a r d i n g us with questions which might be asked in our oral C A T 2. All our answers must be in Indonesian, without any Malaysian or English interlaced with it.

Every mistake is picked up and w e a r e n ' t spared if something slips out. W e do realise however, that this is the only way to learn.

Throughout the year w e have had m o m e n t s , laughter and despair, so m u c h so that at times some of us are discouraged enough to consider dropping the course, but we have lots of fun too.

W e ' v e had a class where we cooked 'mi g o r e n g ' or fried noodles. W e must

Indonesian class of '92

admit that it w a s not very professionally done, but it turned out to be quite tasty for a bunch of amateur chefs. C A T 1 was excruciating, especially since V C A B set some stringent guide-lines on the resources we used. All our resources had to be in Indonesian, which is extremely difficult to acquire in this English speaking country.

Unlike s o m e other L O T E classes, we usually converse in English rather than Indonesian, m u c h to the distress of our teacher.

W h e n she speaks to us in Indonesian, we usually reply in English or M a l a y Language, which is very similar to Indonesian with the exception of a f e w words and pronounciations. As mentioned b e f o r e other languages are a big, no-no in our class. Mrs. S o e k o t j o plans to convert us into proper Indonesian speakers by the end of the year. G o o d Luck, to both her and us.

Sze T i n g L e e a n d Keda Ley

IF it© mi ©Ih T h e room was filled with blue-haired ladies, superior waiters and pimply adolescents. It was yet another one of those French dialogue days. C o m b i n g our simple word k n o w l e d g e such as: Bonjour, ca va?, Au revoir and our superb acting, Year 7H m a n a g e d to present their dialogues! Twisting ordinary everyday scenes into extraordinary storylines we p r o d u c e d our plays with m u c h e n j o y m e n t .

W e had to achieve the atmosphere of France. W e did so by including little things like hand shakes and f l a m b o y a n t gestures. O u r plays ranged f r o m snobby restaurants to typical bus stop scenes, all using the same basic dialogue.

All in all, it was a lesson e n j o y e d by everybody.

Ann Hatjiandreou and Claire Finkelstein

French Turtles This year s o m e of the Year 8 French students h a v e been learning to use 'French Logowriter.' This p r o g r a m is exactly the same as the English version, except that it is written in French. A small n u m b e r of us h a v e been using it f o r our c o m p u t e r p r o g r a m m i n g in Maths, but instead of writing the program in English, w e write it in French. It was a bit difficult at first to work out the c o m m a n d s , but with the help of our French and M a t h s teachers, we h a v e been able to get the program working, and it is a great feeling. It also helps us with our French because we learn the words f o r the c o m m a n d s . M o s t girls have had a g o at it, and by next year, hopefully a larger n u m b e r of girls will b e using it.

Belinda Glass

Sans titre

Revelation

T o u t ce que j'ai j a m a i s d e m a n d e

C h a q u e soir, un autre h o m m e ,

C ' e t a i t s e u l e m e n t l ' a m o u r et l e r e s p e c t

Sans nom, seulement un objet.

Rien d e plus, rien d e m o i n s

II f a i t s e m b l a n t d ' a g i r s e l o n l e s r e g i e s .

J'ai f a i t t o u t e s l e s c h o s e s p o u r toi

" T u es belle", gemit-il dans la nuit.

Q u ' e s t - c e q u e tu a s f a i t p o u r m o i ?

Non. Pas moi. Seulement m o n corps.

M a i n t e n a n t , tu a s d u s u c c e s

L e matin arrive.

Qu'est-ce qui m'arrive?

II p a r t .

M o i , j e t'ai d o n n e l ' a s s u r a n c e et le s o u t i e n

C e n ' e s t pas m o i q u ' i l s aiment, seulement la

M o i , j e reste avec rien du tout

coquille.

M a i s les s o u v e n i r s d e c e q u e j ' a i f a i t p o u r toi

Nouveau jour, nouvel homme.

U n c o u p de pied en plein visage!!

P a s d e la f o i , p a s d e la v e r i t e .

Linda Mellors

S e u l e m e n t les j e u x f a u x . " T u e s s e d u i s a n t e " , m a r m o t t e - t - i l d a n s la n u i t .

Ce n'est pas moi qu'ils aiment, seulement l'ombre L a m e m e chose avec tant d ' h o m m e s .

Est-ce que 1' amour existe?

Est-ce que l ' a m o u r existe?

Sauf un. " J e t ' a i m e " , m u r m u r e - t - i l d a n s l a nuit.

Non. Pas moi.

L e m a t i n arrive.

L e s roses sont eparpillees sur m o n oreiller.

Pour 1'enfant q u i n e sait p a s c e q u e c ' e s t , l ' a m o u r est naturel, j a m a i s apprecie.

II r e s t e .

C'est moi qu'il aime.

Brianna Smith

Est-ce que l ' a m o u r existe?

Pour 1'adolescent q u i n ' a p a s b e a u c o u p d ' e x p e r i e n c e d e la v i e , l ' a m o u r est t u r b u l e n t , t o u j o u r s i n q u i e t a n t .

Est-ce que l'amour existe?

Pour l'adulte q u i sait b e a u c o u p d u m o n d e , l ' a m o u r est rassurant, un confort eternel.

Ingrid Hopper

La Recherche J e c h e r c h a i s le b o n h e u r , L a tristesse m ' a trouvee.

J'ai trouve l'harmonie, L a discorde l ' a brisee.

J'avais confiance en moi, U n trompeur l'a volee.

Je pleurais pour l'amour, On m ' a oubliee.

J ' a i e m b r a e s s e la m o r t , Mais quelqu'un m ' a sauvee.

Je ne cherchais plus, M o n reve, a realise.

Je ne tremblais plus, C a r la t e n d r e s s e , m ' a b e r c e e .

Uyen Tran

Wir haben keine Ahnung!

Food, food, food Guten T a g ! Heute wollen wir ein biBchen Aber Deutsch erzahlen. W i r denken, daB Deutsch beim M L C wunderbar, super, ganz toll, ausgezeichnet, und sehr leeker ist!

W e ' v e often wondered w h y anyone would want to learn G e r m a n , let alone carry it all the way through to Senior School. But G e r m a n isn't all that bad! W i r k o n n e n Lieder singen, Films sehen, Restaurants besuchen, ein Magazin schreiben, und K a f f e e und K u c h e n haben. Yes, G e r m a n is the language of the 9 0 ' s . All the cool people learn G e r m a n , and all the cool teachers teach G e r m a n .

Starting in Year 10, we are given m a n y opportunities to participate in Student E x c h a n g e programs - with about three girls taking part in the Bayerischer Jugendring program each year. A l s o available are G A S S scholarships. M a n y girls decide to host incoming G e r m a n students, and they prove to be a lot of fun...and a big help with G e r m a n h o m e w o r k !

V C E G e r m a n isn't all that hard, but it does seem to take up a fair bit of time. W o r k Requirements are designed to incorporate interesting cultural aspects of G e r m a n life, including writing teenage problems to Dear Dolly, and creating an itinerary for three days in Berlin.

There is an oral c o m p o n e n t to the course, involving wacky role plays, such as Talk Shows, and recitations of p o e m s . T o w a r d s the end of the year, w e p e r f o r m e d some scenes f r o m a m o d e r n play "Alles Plastik".

Written by a group of East G e r m a n theatre enthusiasts " G R I P P S T H E A T E R " , the play talks about the teen problems experienced by Micky, G o o f y and W h o p p e r as they confront l i f e ' s little challenges.

Ja, Deutsch macht Spa-! W i r lieben Deutsch sehr viel, und wenn Deutsch fertig ist, werden wir sehr traurig sein.

Manderin Family A s chance w o u l d have it, the Year 12 manderin students had their first manderin lesson this year on Chinese N e w Year. Grumblings twisted into excited cries as M r s Chin, our teacher, walked into the classroom with b a g f u l s of sweetmeats, prepared especially for the festival. While M r s Chin explained the outline of the language course, the twenty odd Chinese students gorged themselves with slices of sugar-dusted waterchestnuts and cracked many fried watermelon seeds between their teeth.

The class is a close-knit family where help and sympathy are available in times of stress. For C A T 1, students help one another search for n e w s p a p e r articles and the teacher lightens our heavy workload by providing ideas f o r writing, as well as photocopying resource materials for us. Preparations for C A T 2 are most amusing, as M r s Chin desperately tries to correct the non-native manderin speakers' pronounciations, w h o often intermingle their h o m e dialect with manderin.

Unlike other L O T E classes which are overloaded with h o m e w o r k and tests, mandarin lessons are usually relaxing, except for the month prior to C A T s deadlines.

At the beginning of the year, we have a traditional Chinese meal together in the city, f o l l o w e d by a fantastic time at the karaoke bar. Having worked diligently for t w o terms, we celebrated the end of Unit 3 with a party, and to freshen the start of Unit 4, Mrs Chin arranged a cooking class. F u m e s f r m the oriental spices filled the entire h o m e economics level as our master chef, M r s Chin, took c o m m a n d at the large w o k and her twenty apprentices busied themselves preparing various dishes. W h o says we are mere amateurs w h e n it c o m e s to kitchen art? Even the staff in C o m m u n i t y Education could not resist our cooking!

With only a f e w m o r e lessons to go until the end of year, I feel s o m e w h a t sad that such a cosy class will soon separate. W e wish to thank M r s Chin for being an unbeatable teacher and hope the class next year will treasure their time together as much as w e have.

Caroline Chan

Playing Jane After finding out that I had been chosen to take position as Artistic Director in the school play, I sat down with my co-directors, Stella Valerkou, Technical Director, and Melissa Perks, Producer, and thought, "Now, we have 7 weeks, a healthy budget, and a number of successful auditionees, let's find a script that'll make a mark on M L C . " W e had already decided to produce a classic, something different, something unexpected. So the decision to choose "Jane E y r e " was not difficult. However, others were not so enthuiastic about our choice.

"Jane! D o n ' t you think it's a bit boring?"

"I read the book and it was so boring, I didn't even finish it." " W o u l d n ' t you want to do something more exciting?"

With attitudes like this, it gave us even more determination and dedication to make the play a great success.

Everyone involved has enjoyable memories f r o m the experience. The memories which come to my mind are, The Commitments video, which was played or sung at most weekend rehearsals during our lunch breaks spent laying outside BJ Hall eating Eddies Fish and Chips and my popular green peas!! After school we sometimes invited the "tram m a n " to our rehearsals and often he would stand outside the Hall watching through the glass doors for half an hour. The actors also quickly re-learnt the skill of voice projection, over the maintenance men setting up the chairs in the hall for funcitons at night.

Lastly, I'll never forget the look of the shop assistants face at the Reject Shop when the producers and the directors spent over $60 on items that were pure junk, but which all related to each person's character in the play.

The most rewarding part in being a producer of a play is to watch the success of each performance. To

All-stars!

Lisa, Elaine, Stella, Kate and Kate take a break from the sound box. see all the hard effort you put in , all paying back as you notice the enjoyable expressions on each audience and their excellent reviews.

Although this isn't to say there were no mistakes mades during the performances. There were little "mishaps", only due to nerves and fate. Some rather humorous ones were when Jane Steele's velcro skirt fell off due to Verity's large feet; when Sarah Riley had forgotten she was wearing black underwear under her white wedding dress, or when Verity forgot that in the 19th century they didn't wear brand new Doc Martins with the original yellow label on the soles! However the funniest incident which occurred was when Katie had to look like whe was blowing the candles out (which were really plastic ones) by twisting the light simultaneously while blowing. Yet somehow she had to "blow out" the candle three times before the light stayed off. By then the audience had figured out our little trick and thought this quite humorous!

Although mistakes are inevitable in any play, they virtually went unnoticed by the audience who gave us raving reviews, about the high level of acting, efficient backstage crew and wonderful lighting and sound technique.

W e had a perfect cast w h o were very tolerant during heated moments, and each handled their part with particular professionalism. Sarah Riley was a magnificent Jane Eyre, and Verity Mclntyre maintained a superb performance as Mr. Rochester.

The production as a whole was extremely well received by the audience. Each performance was overcrowded and more seats were needed to be put in some people even paid to stand at the back and watch!

The atmosphere was great, and both the cast and crew felt a great sense of satisfaction and pride as the audience cheered after the show. It was a worthwhile experience, and we strongly encourage girls to get involved in future school plays, because the thrill and enjoyment is overwhelming!

Thanks to all the people who helped us throughout the production: Mrs Owen, the dramatic art teachers, print room ladies, Richard (our indispensible maintenance man) and our class teachers.

Melissa Perks and Sarah Adams

That Glorious Moment

Chamber of Music This y e a r ' s C h a m b e r M u s i c Evening was the most enjoyable evening m a n y people had been to, thanks to one person, Susan Plant.

The evening began with an assortment of groups, playing varied styles of music. Near the middle of the program, the senior brass e n s e m b l e c a m e onto "stage" in the M L C Chapel. "FrereJaques" sounded and was a contrast to other pieces.

Towards the end of "FrereJaques", the tuba solo predominated over the rest of the group w h e r e its last note turned out to be a very loud, " f l u f f y " note vaguely resembling a bodily function.

John Farnham surrounded by adoring and talented fans

From a Murmur to a Magical Song A m u r m u r rippled through the hall in response to the n e w s that we were to sing with John Farnham. S o m e girls laughed derisively at the idea that they ought to give u p their holidays to sing with him while others were excited at the prospect of appearing with s o m e o n e f a m o u s . Still more girls began scheming to get his autograph.

That little m u r m u r soon b e c a m e a hesitant, wavering sound w h e n we began rehearsals. Students f r o m years 5 - 12 j o i n e d together to learn the carols which we were to sing with John Farnham. At first it was difficult, attempting to sing parts which bore no resemblance to the carols w e ' d heard, but soon w e began producing a beautiful harmonised sound.

Holidays started but we w e r e still c o m i n g to school, singing earnestly. T h e oppressive heat had m a n y of us

wishing we h a d n ' t bothered to sign up. The heat also affected our singing, m a k i n g it limp and tired and without life.

T h e big day was soon upon us. Excitement and life c a m e back into our faces. W e felt special, with our o w n dressing r o o m and free run of the Concert Hall, and the magic of the p e r f o r m a n c e was upon us. It was bigger than the Gala Concert, as we walked through corridors we passed doors which were named. W e w e r e singing with stars.

As the ensemble b o w e d and m o v e d off the stage, the stair got in S u s a n ' s w a y as she shuffled backwards.

With a dramatic, and extremely difficult m o v e Susan landed on her knee with her tuba. She must have decided to go all the way, and lie flat d o w n . W h y not?

She then looked like a tuba with legs. At least she could laugh about it with the audience too.

W h e n we got back to our seats, virtually hidden f r o m the audience, the e n s e m b l e broke into silent laughter and is kept a m u s e d for the rest of the evening.

M o s t p e r f o r m e r s w o u l d k n o w the feeling of triumph w h e n the last note was sung or played. Tension f l o w s as their hard work is rewarded with tumultuous applause.

That feeling was apparent on all the faces of the p e r f o r m e r s at Carmina Burana, Gala Concert. All the hours of practice were forgotten at that glorious moment.

There were times w h e n we wondered whether it was all worth it. The days w h e n there was so m u c h w o r k to do that some choir m e m b e r s f o u n d themselves singing maths f o r m u l a e instead of " t e m p u s est i o c u n d u m " .

W h e n our throats were so sore and our heads w e r e aching and we just d i d n ' t feel like singing.

At times many of us w o n d e r e d why w e called ourselved T h e M L C Concert Choir; we had male voice parts singing with us, outside orchestra players and guest soloists. Despite the fact that the M L C choir seemed to disappear into the background, w e felt privileged to have had the opportunity to work with so m a n y talented and dedicated performers.

W a s it a coincidence that it was the " C o m e d y Festival" w e e k ? A n embarrassed Susan had to f a c e the audience again, this time singing. Fortunately f o r her, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The rest of the evening was enjoyable for both performers and all w h o came to listen, o v e r f l o w i n g the p e w s in the chapel.

It w a s w o n d e r f u l to b e part of that final p e r f o r m a n c e , and I would I ; ke to thank the Male Voice Choir and guest orchestra and all w h o helped us reach the stage. A very special thank-you to M r B r o w n and our very energetic and wryly h u m o r o u s conductor, Mrs Elton B r o w n !

Caroline Welsh

Nicole Fleming

Friends of Music Besides helping with the preparations f o r the Gala Concert and the various Recital Nights, the group of parents in charge of Friends of Music also organise a n u m b e r of musical soiree each year.

All students learning music are w e l c o m e to these soiree. M a n y of our j u n i o r school musicians have their first taste of stage fright during these informal concerts. T h e m o r e experienced musican also treasure the concerts as w a r m - u p s for e x a m s or for the f u n of performing.

T h e concert was a triumph f o r all involved. The Concert Choir p e r f o r m a n c e was the best they had ever done, despite depleted ranks. The strings and Madrigals w e r e extraordinary as w a s the full M L C choir. The m u r m u r had grown to b e c o m e a magical full-throated sound.

Nicole Fleming Caroline

A Musical Interlude

Chan

Caroline Chan

On The Outside Looking In There she was again. Every day she c a m e and pressed her tiny, grubby hands to the w i n d o w as her warm breath f o g g e d the glass. Day after day she would stand there, gazing at the toys she knew she would never have. In her shining eyes, I could see her dreaming of nursing the dolls, driving the trucks, and of cuddling the teddy bears. I felt guilty working here in the shop a m o n g all of these beautiful things. I felt so unappreciative. This child though caked in dirt, appeared so pure and beautiful.

S o m e h o w , I felt she did not long for these things in the w i n d o w , understanding that they were not for her. As I watched, she looked up and smiled shyly as if she k n e w what I was thinking about her.

I c o u l d n ' t help c o m p a r i n g her complete sincerity and trust with the attitudes of the toffee-nosed snobs I usually served. Five-year-olds wearing fur-edged overcoats and swinging their real leather h a n d b a g s stuffed full of ten p o u n d notes. "But Daddy, M u m m y said y o u ' d buy me whatever I w a n t e d " whined the O x f o r d accents. "But I want it N O W . . . I'll scream."

There were days I ' d swear I ' d resign if another pair of patent leather Mary-Jane shoes crossed the door step.

The people w h o I really pitied were the over worked and underpaid Sarahs and Mary-Ellens in the black dresses and sensible shoes w h o were forced to bring

"Miss Cordila" or Master G e o r g e " d o w n to buy yet another electric train set or clockwork clown that, like or the others, w o u l d be played with f o r a couple of hours and then discarded into the o v e r f l o w i n g toybox.

But, w h e n s o m e o n e called collecting for the church j u m b l e sale or charity, it would b e c o m e the little o w n e r ' s favourite toy. "Oh, Mary-Ellen d o n ' t be so mean. I k n o w 1 have a rocking horse like this at h o m e but that one is black and I need a b r o w n one." Then poor Mary-Ellen would take out the envelope full of money, given to her by the little b r a t ' s harassed mother, and hand over probably ten times her weekly wage.

S o m e of them actually had tears in their eyes as they paid for the latest unnecessary indulgence.

I was jolted f r o m my thoughts as I heard the familiar 'ding d o n g ' that sounded as s o m e o n e crossed the threshold. I got off the armchair behind the counter, straightened my skirt and steeled myself to cope with another spoilt and demanding child. But w h e n I stood up the shop looked empty. Then, f r o m the other side of the counter, I saw those tiny, grubby hands cupped together reaching up. I leaned over the counter and smiled at the girl. She opened her hand and thirty-seven pennies tumbled onto the counter. She looked up at me as if to say " L o o k at all the m o n e y I ' v e saved." " W h a t w o u l d you like?" I asked her gently. She bit her finger and pointed to the w i n d o w where a golden teddy bear with a pale blue bow round was sitting. I scurried to the back room to find one the same as in the window.

W h e n I returned, carefully holding her bear, the girl was gone. Feeling sightly puzzled I set the toy d o w n on the counter. Then 1 noticed the small dirty fingerprints on the open cash register draw.

Stunned, I stared at the empty till.

Ros McDougall

KARITENA There is an old m a n w h o lives in a small Greek seaside t o w n called Karitena. A road winds d o w n to here the small fishing vessels dock up when they are not being used. T h e sea is my friend, the old m a n says, the w a v e s ease m y pains and only when I am on the cool blue waters am I at peace.

y o u n g men, the sea has b e c o m e only another field to harvest.

M y heart, he says, is good and I only hope that when I die, the sea will not die with me. I hold on to it as though it were m y son, or the brother that the war stole f r o m me.

If you take the time to visit him he will tell you of the sea and its gifts. His face is a story within itself, the lines and wrinkles are valleys and mountains in the wilderness of his face. W h e n he smiles, the sun rises over those valleys and mountains.

From the top of the cliffs you can look u p o n the aqua waters that surround Karitena, so clear that the sand is visible at the bottom of the ocean. He will stand at the door of his house and stare at the sea for hours on end. Once a villager saw him hold out his arms as if to e m b r a c e it.

He w a s born in the t o w n and is destined to die there.

T h e h o u s e in which he lives is small and ramshackle, the roof only a temporary cover, for the real roof blew off in a recent storm. H e will tell you of the 70 years he has spent in that house, of the village and that its once prosperous fishing trade is n o w declining because the old wise fisherman are either dead or dying and, to the

So ignorant are we, to never see that the old man, though without formal education, k n o w s every secret that the ocean has to tell. It whispers to him and he smiles sadly. F o r when the old m a n dies, the sea will die with him.

Jessica Jeeves

Bezaire Reflections

W e waited, tremendously excited, in Nevile 11 f o r Mr. Bezaire. Recently arrived in Australia, he has m a d e quite an impression on the students of M L C . W h e n e v e r he walks through Cato or Nevile heads turn to follow the scent of Eau Savage and the whispers begin. T h e vital statistics are well known. A G e m i n i since his birth in 1967 he e n j o y s ice hockey, not unlike that other expatriate Canadian Jason Priestly and we, the students of M L C , are directly responsible f o r him being in Australia.

After waiting with baited breath, for five minutes we ran d o w n to Staff Centre, in case he had been delayed by one of the many girls w h o seem to be constantly calling h i m to the duty desk. He w a s n ' t there! Back to the scene of our reading lessons.

He was there, dressed in a very nice blue shirt, khaki pants and his favourite piece of clothing, a tie.

Today it was an orange paisley design. Introductions were quickly m a d e and then we f o u n d out the most important detail. H e ' s single.

The rest of lunchtime was spent trying to discover the answers to all the questions we were always to d u m b s t r u c k to ask.

He was slightly reticent about some of the questions and we really c a n ' t blame him. H o w e v e r we can reveal that he is 5'8", e n j o y e d Dead Poets Society, likes

pizza and has passed through life without acquiring a nickname. T h e photographer arrived at this point and as you can see, m a n a g e d to capture the f a c e so familiar to so m a n y while we asked m o r e questions.

since. I also c o m e f r o m a f a m i l y of teachers. M y parents and sister were also teachers.

Are you aware that a lot of the students look up to you, as a celebrity sort of? A m I a w a r e that

W h e n w e requested more information, a lot more, he told us that h e ' s adventurous and friendly with a w a r m personality. His worst features include temporary deafness, due to a recent scuba diving experience and of course h e ' s too kind. W e h o w e v e r d o not regard these as m a j o r flaws.

I w o u l d be a (giggles) celebrity?

How would you describe yourself? T h e r e ' s a lot to describe.

Ha! H a ! Ha! U m , a little bit of everything.

H e ' s easily embarrassed and no doubt hopes never to repeat the experience of pulling out a chair for a lady, only to h a v e her fall on the floor. H e ' s aware that a f e w photos were taken of him at the Athletics which, incidentally, w a s a f u n day f o r him though probably not because of the photos. He finds the attention slightly annoying but is flattered and m a y b e a bit irrelevant, as he f o u n d a f e w of our questions.

(Pause) I ' m aware that I w o u l d be something new. ( M u m b l e s ) Oh, there h a v e been a f e w f u s s e s made, yeah.

Such as? Oh, just a f e w incidents. Such as? Such as (pause) hollering and screaming.

Does it annoy or embarrass you? Oh, it does bother m e a little, not a lot.

Do you enjoy teaching? I love teaching.

Why did you choose to be a teacher? T h a t ' s a very very long story.

We have time. Well I w o n ' t go in depth but I was going into business but had a minor setback, glandular fever, so I went into teaching and I ' v e loved it ever

Nilanthai Pillai, Emily Turner and Katy Scott.

Experience During the last week of school, when all other year levels were rushing to hand in last minute work requirements, the Year 10s were enjoying themselves while on Work Experience. The weeks leading up to this dragged on and on and finally the time came to make last minute arrangements with employers, and to get use to the idea that we would now be out in the "real world".

There were a variety of different places that girls went to do W o r k Experience. S o m e went to hospitals, others to newspapers, lawyers offices, accountants and schools, but my week was spent at the A t h e n a e u m Theatre in Collins Street.

This was a great experience, especially because I had never been to see live theatre before and was totally a m a z e d to learn what went on there. For example, on the T h u r s d a y night I spent half of the night in the lighting and sound box and the other half sitting in Stage M a n a g e r ' s Corner with the head phones on. Hearing the Stage M a n a g e r giving her cues, seeing the actors enter on and off stage (when off stage changing costumes), and glancing occasionally at the small television which showed the actors on stage, was all very exciting and n e w to me. I watched as actors went over their lines and laughed to see what they were doing backstage, away f r o m the audiences keen eyes.

I felt the tension as the last scene of Richard III was p e r f o r m e d and felt the relief as at last the show w a s over and the actors could n o w g o h o m e to bed.

So, even though I d o n ' t think I'll have a profession in theatre I felt I learnt a lot f r o m the experience and I r e c o m m e n d to any Year 9s w h o are deciding on a place to do W o r k Experience T h e A t h e n a e u m Theatre is the place to go.

Sarah Najjar

Many girls find the idea of work experience daunting and it can be frightening to think about spending five days in an unknown position.

After applying and being accepted my major concern was about what I was going to wear. I went to a groovy radio station called Triple J in the city and on Sunday afternoon I deliberated over my wardrobe and that of my sister for hours trying to find that special outfit that would give a good first impression. M u c h to my annoyance m y mother strongly objected to my choice of green flares, which Granny had knitted, and the soft pink teddy-bear cardigan which the cats had been sleeping on f o r the past six weeks. Eventually I opted f o r tailored black

pants, shirt and jacket. I was, if anything, overdressed for m y position.

On arrival I met Phil w h o was to look after m e until m y 'real' supervisor returned f r o m a business course. R e m e m b e r to look your supervisor in the eye and d o n ' t be shy if they shake your hand. I was given a tour of the A B C building and got completely disorientated because it is very similar to a rabbit warren - without the rabbits. A f t e r this and a bit of sitting around I went to lunch. Bring lunch f r o m h o m e if you d o n ' t want to spend more than you get paid. If you do decide to eat out, choose s o m e w h e r e close as you are given little time to eat and, if y o u ' r e not meeting anyone, take your w a l k m a n . For the rest of that afternoon and most of the next day I sat in a caravan with Phil while he turned hundreds of dials and switches as he m i x e d some raw rock belonging to a band they had recorded. That, I must admit was the most boring thing I did all w e e k but you h a v e to take the

It good with the bad, even if the bad sends you to sleep.

If you are going to fall asleep, d o it quietly with n o n e of this snoring business.

T h e next day I wrote scripts for promotions advertising events which were c o m i n g up on Triple J. I had to read it too, with music in the background. I said things like, " Triple j presents the H u m m i n g b i r d s live in concert this Friday at the Punters Club..." M y voice sounded very strange with an echo machine behind it but I e n j o y e d being f a m o u s . They allowed m e to dub any of

their C D s on to cassette so I d i d n ' t knock back a good offer.

Take whatever benefits you can because work experience d o e s n ' t pay much or, as in m y case, it can pay nothing.

I guess Triple J w a s what I expected it w o u l d be with the exception that, although they always seemed really busy and complained about the workload, the two staff d i d n ' t seem to do that m u c h in m y opinion. M y mother said that work experience usually helps you decide what not to do for a career but I h a v e not ruled out radio work. I e n j o y e d the things I did and left feeling very pleased with the week, a r m e d with posters, stickers and various other goodies.

So when you g o on work experience be calm, cool and collected and r e m e m b e r that you are doing it for the experience, not the money. H o w e v e r if you are after money, d o n ' t go to a government f u n d e d place, go to a big c o m p a n y which will pay you heaps!!

Annabelle Roxon

Marshmead - It's All In The People!

Marshmead is a property, a small village of thirteen houses and two classrooms. However, it is not the buildings or the surroundings which make Marshmead the experience that it is, it's the people. I will never forget the times 1 had and the friends I made at Marshmead for the togetherness you feel there is totally unlike that of companionship at Kew. The two hikes were lots of fun and during my second canoe trip I realised that it is never going to be like this again. I ' m never going to have this wonderful experience with these people again. I guess that goes for the entire Marshmead encounter, it really hits you in the last few weeks that its almost over, it will never happen again and that you'll never be as close with these people as you were at Marshmead.

It is sad in a way because you know that you are going to drift apart from some of the people, but that is a part of the whole experience, learning to cope with changes. The staff are different up at Marshmead, something I only realised when two teachers visited us from the Kew campus. At Marshmead you become accustomed to being considered more equal to the teachers. There is no patronising, the entire atmosphere is more friendly. There are nine houses of six to eight people, and each house has a homegroup teacher who

All smiles - obviously before the hike helps resolve disputes. T h e y ' r e a sort of fill in for parents.

Although it was very sad to leave Marshmead, when the girls leave there remains only a small village on a farm. Even if I could do it again it would never be the same without the people w h o made it so great.

Jessica Jeeves

Thoughts of Mallacoota What would it be like to be away f r o m h o m e for eight weeks? Will I be able to cook edible meals? Will I manage to be pleasant to all my friends? Will my parents forget I ' m their daughter?

Mallacoota... sometimes I ' m really sick of hearing about it, and yet I c a n ' t wait to get there. I will be going in Term 4 and everyone I know who has been there has really enjoyed it! One girl told me " Y o u ' l l love it! It's the best experience you'll ever have in your entire life!"

There is so much stuff to take: all our outdoor equipment, walking and working boots, hundreds of jumpers, pairs of socks, underwear, tracksuit pants, bedclothes, towels, school books, not to mention eight w e e k ' s supply of chocolate. But I have to survive Mirror Term before I think of Mallacoota. I wonder if the work in Mirror Term will connect-up with what we do at Marshmead.

Lots of girls have told m e about the massive blisters we get from hiking. The activities sound like heaps of fun, but really exhausting.

I ' v e not yet asked anyone if they missed home and their parents, but at aged 14 or 15, eight weeks away f r o m h o m e and all its luxuries is going to be hard to adjust to. Talking about luxuries -what's going to happen to the styled hair each morning? No more looking human, instead w e ' l l have a house full of scruffy females. What about T V and radio? N o more Top 40. I also thought w e ' d get to sleep in, but no! A friend told m e we start at 6.00am and have a meeting at 7.30am.

I just got a letter from a friend at Mallacoota, and she said that one of the girls had sheep manure in her shoes!! A n y h o w , I have yet to experience all this. I wonder what my thoughts will be after I return in November.

Catrina Hunter

The Green Robyn in Our Garden past couple of years, our gardeners finished the rustic Grass Garden next to Centenary Building and the tranquil Magnolia Courtyard at the side of the Boarders' Dining Room. A Japanese Garden is currently under planning and will soon stand between the pottery workshop and the cottage facing the carpark.

W h e n I see R o b y n ' s fingers, coarsened by the roughness of soil and fertilizer, I wonder why she wants to be a gardener. Surely, there must be a more elegant alternative? "Gardeners are one of the few privileged people who can combine their career, family life and hobby together," Robyn reasons, "it is a form of art."

There is more to gardening than art: it is a challenging profession.

Mary, Robyn, Cambell and Chris "Everyone using this path - students, staff etc - the gardeners have worked very hard to make this area beautiful so please don't walk on the grass/ soil. Give it a chance to grow and become a lovely grass lawn.

Thank you.

I look down and see a few curly blades of grass poking through the moist dark soil. There is that guilty impulse to let my shoes sink in the mushy ground, just for fun. I read the handwritten notice again ... and walk on the newly paved brick path obediently. There is something special about that notice: it is so wittily phrased that the message reflects our gardeners' geniune love for the garden.

Robyn Menhennitt is the head gardener, with Mary, Chirs, Mike and Cambell working closely with her.

"Oh, Robyn, our gardener? The one with the massive cascade of long blonde hair?" students would say.

Now, she wears her hair just above her shoulder, still blonde and very thick. It is difficult to believe that someone so young and petite - Robyn is in her early thirties and no taller than five foot two - can exude such intense strength and charm. W h e n students hug their j u m p e r s to guard themselves against the rawness of spring, Robyn will be running around with a pullover and a pair of shorts. D o e s n ' t she ever feel cold? " N o , " she said, "at least not while I am working."

H o w do the gardeners get their smorgasbord of ideas for landscaping? Robyn shrugs and answers, "Here and there, while they're plucking weeds, watering, m o w i n g or even sitting down and talking. It's like working on a project that is really enjoyable and you simply c a n ' t stop for a moment." Ideas spin like cobwebs, never ending and never quite the same: in the

"This is the front gardens two years ago," Robyn shows me the gardeners' photo album. "See those sickly daisies under the tall trees? It is too shady for the sun-loving daisies. The first thing I did when I arrived in 1989 was to shift the lot of them out into the sun ... " Those very daisies now thrive with vigour, camouflaging the not-so-graceful rubbish bin.

Everytime I walk past the front gardens Robyn is buried amid the greeneries, absorbed in her work, and the other gardeners are all working together cheerfully and harmoniously. Winter is their busiest time, with the major framework of the gardening plans calling for action; summer is the real test of endurance, having to water the grass lawns continuously and attend to all the construction work, such as brick laying and paving, under scorching conditions. Even in the holidays, Chris and Cambell are working round the clock to re-lawn the trampled grass, while Robyn, Mary and Mike fix the soil drainage problems around the school.

W h y does Robyn want to work in our school gardens and not any where else? "It's beautiful," she replies as if surprised 1 don't already known. To our team of gardeners it is a garden full of promises. " I ' d like to work on people's subconscious," Robyn reveals.

She and her collegues dream of a garden dappled with colours, evoking memories and romanticising the imagination with whiffs of floral perfumes. They want to create a garden which spices each season with a fresh flavour, daring passers-by to search for its lovely surprises. H o w does Robyn, and the other gardeners feel if someone pick the flowers in their gardens? "It's not our garden, it's everyone's." she pointed out. W h o doesn't love the exotic roses when they are in full bloom? Robyn questions. As long as the flower "collectors" take care not to vandalise the gardeners' hard-earned rewards, they are happy to share their "gems".

The next gardening project? Without hesitation Robyn replies, " W e ' d love to video-tape the gardens through the year and produce some sort of a gardening calender..."

Our team of gardeners will never run out of ideas.

Caroline Chan

The Garnering of Experience 'Hair and shoes' were Helen Garner's first impression of M L C after arriving to be this year's Writer in Residence. Her stay was short but during her week here she made a favourable impact. The students also made an impact on her, in particular the masses of blonde hair which adorns many of us. She noticed the impressive business-like attitude around the school and was impressed by the independent nature of the girls and the highly developed literacy standard of the students with w h o m she came in contact. Helen spent most of her time with senior students, doing workshops and commenting on writing folio pieces. She found the Yr 12 girls 'do have a really attractive open confidence about them, which I like' while the Yr. 11 students 'seem to be shy and keep their heads down when they talk to me.'

No longer in a Monkey Grip - writer-in-residence Helen Garner Helen Garner's professional writing career was born of necessity, in order to pay the bills, in the 1970's. A teacher in an inner city high school, she was fired after a few years in very controversial circumstances. 'I was very bitter about getting the sack' but 'when I look back on it I was silly to be bitter because it was very naive of me to imagine that I w o u l d n ' t get sacked...The department was conservative and I was outraging it', Further scrutiny came when her first novel, the acclaimed Monkey Grip, was published. The book is based on a chapter of H e l e n ' s diary which she' suddenly realised that I had something that looked like a story' and explores the life of a single mother who

falls in love with a heroin addict. Set in the early ' 7 0 ' s it details the life-style of agroup household, a situation which Helen was part of for a great deal of her life. ' W h e n y o u ' r e young that way of living is f u n and attractive...but as I got older I felt less interested in that way of life, I didn't need it so m u c h ' . Helen admits that her 'alternative life' has dimmed and that she is n o w more conservative.

Once known as a staunch feminist, Helen has toned down her arguments, acknowledging that the broad range of feminist views and values don't always agree with what she believes. Instead she 'would like to think of myself as being intelligently for women and not against m e n ' . Her modified view, she claims is not the effect of backsliding but the effects of getting older because 'you d o n ' t feel so full of anger as you did before. The sort of angry feminism has been important to m e for many years but I d o n ' t feel like that anymore'.

Even politically Helen has curbed her views greatly. In the past she expressed some extreme left wing views, claiming that, claiming that the Kew Junction was a cess-pit of the privileged class. Helen now sees that she was 'fired up' when she wrote the book, wanting to topple the class structure. There was a certain amount of hypocrisy in a secure, middle class student fighting for c o m m u n i s m and the rights of the poor and she notes that 'there's an idealism which drops off as you get older...I'm really § lucky, I can m a k e a living ° doing what I like to do and | that's quite unusual. I " belong to the priveleged part of society and, as you get older that certainly tempers your anger.'

Helen Garner's writing has also changed, j u m p i n g in leaps and bounds f r o m the diary entries which showed her as an angry young w o m a n . In her latest book Cosmo Cosmolino Helen has used a different concept, writing three separate stories which are linked with a c o m m o n theme. This book is more about other p e o p l e ' s experiences whereas in Monkey Grip she related parts of her own life. The differences between the two books are an example of development in her style as Helen modifies her anger and becomes more patient.

Melissa Lawton

L - R. Sancha O'Leary, Belinda Hutchinson, Nicole Xanthos, Melnida Mullins, Kate Murphy, Sally Jackson, Susan McMeekin, Georgina Ayers, Barbara Sqouromallis, Deborah Wilson.

Front L-R. Brenda Mclver, Cathy Erjaves, Melissa Davidson, Kierstan Doyle, Kristina Seibold, Mrs Fraser and accompanying chicken. Absent - Heidi Terry

Cooking up a Storm Black and white checkered pants, clogs, c h e f s hat and jacket.

If you happen to pass the H o m e Economics Department you may be lucky enough to see one or more of the M L C Catering students modelling the most attractive c h e f s uniform of the 90's. In most cases the clogs are replaced by Doc Martens and the starched c h e f ' s jackets are replaced with t-shirts.

Mrs Fraser, teacher of the 16 Year 12 catering students, tries her best to control these future chefs and hotel managers. But when you are faced with boy crazy students twice your height it is not an easy task. W e spent Semester 1 in small individual kitchens on Level 2 of the Centenary Building. During that that time we would discuss what we were doing on the weekend, what

we did last weekend, who we were going out with, who we wanted to go out with, and we also managed to squeeze in a little time for learning the principles of cookery.

W e are not all together enthusatic about our double classes in the afternoons, can you blame us? All our friends were at home vegetating in front of the idiot box and we were learning about the different varieties of flies!

As well as the practical classes we have theory to contend with, much to the disbelief of our peers who think all we do is cook. W e also study hygiene and kitchen operation.

In second semester we start to cater for large functions, which means we can cater for 4 0 to 200 people depending on the occasion.

These include lunches and dinners. Our first large function was The Winter Celebrations for the M L C staff. It's good to see them unwind and enjoy themselves.

The Australian Education Conference was another large function we catered for. My memories of the nights are of sore feet and dirty glasses. It is amazing the amount of glasses 200 people can use. It is a lot of hard work but the praise made it all worthwhile.

Small lunches are held regularly in the Krome Dining Room.

Teachers and parents attend as well as special quests and speakers.

The catering course for me, has been the best part of my school life to date, the friendships, experiences and the wine trip at the end of the year make it all worthwhile.

Melinda Mullins Catering Prefect

Food for the Family

Oh, What a

Not only did I enjoy Home Economics this year but my family did as well. They enjoyed the apple sponge, fish in filo and all the other interesting recipes I brought home and made. I also discovered how to avoid tears whilst chopping up onions and how to separate an egg.

The Home Economics book proved to be useful and will be very helpful at Marshmead next year. I definitely spend more time in the kitchen these days and fortunately I can still see the television from there!

Kate Huntington

N i g h t For one of my VCE Year 11 subjects this year, I am studying Food Studies. It is an excellent subject for anyone who loves cooking, or wants to know more about food in general, and wishes to go on to do the catering course in Year 12.

On Thursday 30th July 1992 we presented a buffet for our parents.

Each girl had a particular dish to prepare for the night. I was delegated to make a dessert and chose to make Meringue Baskets!

The students spent two double practical lessons preparing for the occasion. It was very important to stay within a set budget that would cover food and all other costs.

Not only did we have to consider the food, but also the decorations, food presentation and the arrangement of the tables. W e successfully prepared our particular dishes with the help of our teacher Mrs Fraser, who made the buffet memorable for both the guests and "chefs-to-be".

Our parents started to arrive at approximately 6.30pm. We offered them hors d'oeuvres and drinks and showed them to their seats. In table groups, we served from our main course buffet. A very quick cleaning up job was done in the kitchens, then sweets were served accompanied by tea, coffee and chocolates.

The night finished at about 10.00pm. It was very successful and thoroughly enjoyed by students, parents and teachers alike, and we received many compliments. The night proved to be a valuable learning experience.

Susan Jones

There once was a teacher named Mikkelsen who taught our grade how to cook, with pasta, sauce and parmesan and we followed it straight from the book.

Our teacher became quite suspicious because no one was ever late.

Our food was so delicious we wiped it clean off the plate.

Our theory lessons we tended to dread the eating part we missed.

It basically was just Health Ed... when she got angry...we got the gist.

Partying we all adored so when she announced we would to our guests we opened the door we ate as much as we could.

We now attempt our recipes on mum but we all agreed she cooks better food for our turn but just you wait 'til Marshmead!

Naomi Smith & Natalie Arnott

Preparing Menus for Marshmead For the first time in Year 8, Home Economics was made a core subject for one semester, and one of the reasons was Marshmead. We all had a wonderful time and enjoyed the challenge of cooking and the independence we had. The part I

really liked was the party we held at the end of the semester. With a partner we had to cook something for the whole grade, and after making heaps of preparations, we then had to invite teachers along to join in the fun! It was great!

Laura Birley

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Mr Bell: Sssh everybody. L.A Law is being cited here.

Ms Phillips: I'm going to pass your CATS down the row at the Neil Diamond concert to be marked.

M r Fry: You have the concentration of an intoxicated ant.

Mrs Elton-Brown: You can hate me if you like but do it with STYLE.

Mrs Leach: Did you hear about the agnostic, dyslexic insomniac?

Mr Edgoose: Pink bats are given an "R" rating and that doesn't mean that they are adults only.

Mrs Jarrett: Hold the bunsen burner on it's side and tickle it gently.

Mrs Rawlings: Flash at me.

Mrs Rawlings: There's a reason why I dress like this.

Ms Phillips: Hansard people only work for ten minutes at a

He lay awake wondering if there was a dog.

Ms Osbourne-Smith: If you're feeling depressed about the way you look the best thing to do is to look around you and you can always see somebody who looks worse.

Mr Bezaire: I don't smoke and I don't pick my nose.

time because they've got a really good union.

Mr Edgoose: I read it in CLEO. Dr Castles: Just adding a little class to the class.

Ms Phillips: You gotta be a party animal.

Ms Shardlow: What use is this? I ' m glad you asked.

Ms Phillips: Let me answer my own questions please girls.

Mrs Mason: Let's use a newsletter and make it useful for something.

Student: I'd shake your hand Mr Dimsey but you're carrying a bag.

Mr Dimsey: (wrapping plastic bag around his hand) Oh, that doesn't matter we can practice safe hand shaking.

Ms Phillips: The best bit about Hansard is you get to find out everyone's middle names.

Mrs Jones: I'd know if you came up with a sophisticated essay that you had cheated.

Mr Edgoose: Let's just say that we will blow up the school.

Ms Phillips: You put it under "F" for freebie on your tax return.

Mr Edgoose: 1 didn't say that you could put yourself together after you blow yourself up.

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Mrs Jarrett: Don't sniff. It'll pickle your eyeballs.

Mrs Mason: 1 used to run wild in the streets.

Mr Edgoose: Now this is the similarity between you and a polystyrene cup.

Ms Ray: I ' m glad you asked that because I can answer it.

were l i t t l e never made a m i s t a k e . and d i s c o v e r e d quite the case. pretty s i l l y things p r o v e how wrong we children the y e a r through eyes.

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Ms Tarran: You've done the hand in a sack full of peas act.

Mr Dimsey: Copying from one book is cheating. Copying from two is research.

Mr Edgoose: Cleo was right.

Mr Bell: I ' m just stupid.

Mr Bell: I was ironing the other day and all of a sudden I said to myself "I love my laptop".

Dr Castles: Like teaching Shakespeare to a gorilla.

J a r r e t t : I don't want you to panic if you accidentally get caught on fire.

Ms Phillips: Unfortunately, I can't accept bribes which has dramatically reduced my disposable income.

Mrs Gordon: I ' m not perfect, but I am extra human.

Mrs Jarrett: The fun thing is we're going to be a sewage system.

Mr Dimsey: I've come looking for the world.

Mrs Freeman: I ' m just trying to decrease the number of people I have to write reports for.

Mrs Jarrett: Beauty! It's butane.

Mrs Safak: Don't jump in the conclusions girls.

Miss Moss: Venus had this thing about shepherd boys.

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Mr Ellis: I didn't mean to show you that Denise Austin Super Stomachs video. I just got the tapes mixed up.

Mrs Chrystie: They make the stuff by distilling ants in a beaker.

Mr Edgoose: Does anyone know their 128 times table?

Mr Bell: There aren't enough people in the Northern Territory for it to be called a state.

There's only three people, a dingo and a matinee jacket.

Ms Shardlow: I ' m just naturally spastic on that side.

Ms Shardlow: Don't laugh at me. I'll have a tantrum.

Mrs Mason: King Lear was really sexy.

Mr Edgoose: I'll bet you didn't read that in CLEO.

Mr Parlas: There's very little error for margin.

Mr Comerford: In my juvenile mind, witches equalled catholic nuns.

Student: What's cell recognition? Mrs Morgan: Well, I ' m a cell, you're a cell and we know each other.

Mrs Sullivan: Easy japaneesy.

Ms Phillips: This is called a run off election. In other words you run off and vote.

Ms Phillips: You can tell when I've had too much Vegemite on my toast, I get this incredible oomph!

Dr Castles: Thou shalt not whack students.

Dr Castles: I've set aside two days to mark your CATS - I've cancelled everything during those two days; Tai chi, football, T.V, women.

Mrs Sherman: Sorry. I haven't got my glasses on so I can't hear you.

Mr Callister: What's "Nanoo Nanoo"?

Ms Phillips: Ms Phillips the editor - that's a reputation I'd like to keep.

Mr Edgoose: You're an even bigger cheat than me.

Mrs Jones: (re Karl Marx) He'd never get away with it now. H e ' d get a C in Year Twelve history.

Outside Olympic Park, the scene of our success.

Nevile, what a champion house. Well, what can we say? Without over doing it, you are a hunch of absolute legends, heroines, winners, little beauties, champs, hot chicks, little rippers, and stars.

The year has been one of mixed fortunes with the results sometimes not reflecting our full potential, enthusiasm and ability. Beginning our campaign to obliterate the opposition, we marched towards the State Swimming Centre with high hopes matched by strong spirit. There was a host of fine achievements stemming f r o m the committed captaincy of Chelsea Robertson and Katie Gleeson. It was nice to see the great effort and enthusiasm continue throughout the year.

R e m e m b e r the marvellous day at Olympic Park when the only thing that the other houses could see in front of them was the athletic physique and style of a Nevilite champion bringing h o m e the bacon to result in an overall victory. M a n y thanks must go to Jane Cohen and Caz Adamson (Senior School Athletics Captains).

With our confidence high we were eager to display

our acting talents in the challenging and thought provoking play To Kill a Mockingbird which was Nevile's contribution to the Senior School Drama Festival. Our drama captains, Susan Mizrahi and Amy Jeeves, must be congratulated on their super efforts.

A brilliant display of musical ability shown at the Senior School House Music Festival was enough to make Tchaikovsky proud. Anna Kent and Clare Putt combined their musical talents, resulting in two first placings.

While all of this was in progress Nevile was also coming up with the goods in other activities such as Tennis, Gymnastics, Debating, Hockey, etc. Thank you at all of the captains and participants.Susan Mizrahi must be thanked for her efforts as Senior School House Recorder along with Tamsyn Lewis and Rowena Billard and the Middle School Captains for their contributions to the House. Thanks also to Mrs Putt, Miss Moss and Miss McLaughlin for all their efforts throughout the year.

Megan Tocknell and Katie Gleeson

Narelle Brewer Yr 11

Normally hidden on the top level of Centenary Building, the artisitic talents of our students are displayed on these pages.

Artistic Visions These creations are a true visua reflection of the way in which these students perceive the world around them.

Liz Harrington Yr 11

Leyka Flint Yr 9

Natasha Littlewood Yr 12

Natasha Littlewood Yr 12 Chloe Messner Yr 11

Ria Davenport Yr 11

Nevile House spirit and enthusiasm were at great heights for the House Athletics Sports this year, perhaps spurred on by our enormous success in winning both and Senior School and aggregate cups. This was a fantastic accomplishment, as Nevile has never won either of these prizes previously!

Congratulations Nevile, and keep up the tradition in the future.

Jane Cohen Nevile Athletics Captain Co-operative, Exciting, Fantastic, Willing and always Positive. These are a few words to describe the best house of all, NEVILE. Tamsyn Lewis and Rowena Billard Junior Secondary School House Captains House music is dreaded by most. After spending the best part of the year choosing appropriate songs and worrying about how to get people motivated, the vital three weeks of rehearsing were thrust upon us.

The Music Festival meant being at school from dawn to dusk, and any spare time in between spent racing around the music school and dreading visits by Mrs EltonBrown. We carried hay, made cardboard trees and sweated in those Scotch boys' blazers.

W e were so exhausted after fighting the battle of Jericho that we had to sing lying down. However, it was worth it on the day as the Assembly Hall walls came tumbling... down.

Clare Putt and Anna Kent Senior School House Music Captains

Look what we won!!

On the North banks of the Yarra, girls emerged wearing the colours of each house, but of course Nevile was the most prominent colour of all. Pink faces, pink hair, pick food and pink clothes. A s we entered the State Swimming Centre we proceeded to put banners around to decorate the complex.

Then, by 9.00 am the whole school squirmed their way to the designated area to sit or to warm-up.

The sound of the gun echoed and the first race had begun. Everyone began cheering and yelling. The Nevile cheerleaders did a very good j o b and looked terrific in their pink outfits.

The day finished and we sat in silence waiting for the winners to be announced.

Overall, Nevile performed to the best ever.

Katie and I would like to thank all the girls w h o participated.

Chelsey Robertson and Katie Gleeson Swimming Captains Middle School certainly has been doing well this year. W e did really well in the Athletics and softball, which was a terrific effort by all. W e thank all those who participated for their team spirit.

The house music was thoroughly enjoyed by all, and we skipped our way down the yellow brick road to achieve marks of excellent standard in every category. W e battled our way to an outstanding first place in the hockey, badminton and table tennis. W e hope to be as successful in the oratory, drama and other sporting events as we have been in everything else this year. Keep up the team spirit!

Megan Tochnell (sitting) with JSS and MS captains

Emma Davis Middle School House Captain

Fitchett started the year with victory and managed to continue their efforts throughout the remainder of 1992.

It began at the Swimming Sports with the combined efforts of officials, divers, swimmers, cheerleaders and supporters. Not only did we take out the overall cup but Proficiency, Senior School and the Inter-House relay were ours. It was a triumph initiated by the S.S. Captains, Cath Brown and Rosie Allison, in the preparation which resulted in a huge turnout at the trials, continued at the diving and concluded with success on he big day at the State S w i m m i n g Centre.

Special thanks to the MS Captains, Leanne Manovella, Louise Oppenhein and Holly Barker, and our JSS Captains, Merryn Alway and Angie Reiter.

The keen competitors would have happily competed, in rain or hail, on the date initially set for the Athletics but, to our disappointment, it was cancelled. But on the

following Monday loyal House supporters streamed to the banks of the Yarra for a yellow breakfast of pineapple cake and twisties. After the hearty feast we began decorating the stands of Olympic Park with balloons and streamers. What a sight! Our immaculate preparation led to the most sought after cup.. .that for proficiency. Our confidence in securing the cup for the fifth consecutive year overshadowed our ability in 1992, when we came third overall. Many thanks to all the Captains - Jessica Leong and Rosie Allison (SS),

"We were hot favourites as the crew was comprised of three members of the MLC Firsts ..."

Sarah Marriot and Carolina Lee (MS) and f r o m JSS Linda Forsyth and Annabel.

Fitchett's continuing enthusiasm was evident in the Senior Drama. Although we didn't win, it was highly successful with our role model captains, Stella and Sarah, encouraging the cast all the way. Erin Phipps managed to star on stage as well as captain the team during the months of hard work and dedication. The audience loved the finished product which had Louise, Kirsty, Rachel, Beck and Claire (as the sexy soldier) making up the cast of The Unknown Soldier.

Melinda Mullins and Andy Werner led the Fitchett Seniors to the House Rowing Regatta which took place on the Yarra. W e were hot favourites as the crew was comprised of three members of the M L C Firsts, a high class coxswain and an ex-rower - Chim. The crew underwent a gruelling 300m heat, narrowly missing a berth in the finals due to excess confidence in the boat.

In the end Fitchett won by half a length and the regatta celebrations continued wildly until the 42 tram arrived.

The Middle School, hampered by a lack of rowers, finished fifth. Overall we rowed the crowd of ecstatic parents (2) to second place. Well Done.

Many thanks also to the house teachers for their assistance and to Stacy Rubens effort as House Recorder.

Tracey Coward House Captain

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W e ' r e the team that's strong, W e ' r e the team that's keen Our name is Krome and we are dressed in green.

In many sports w e ' v e played, And in those sports we had fun.

In the swimming we swim, And in athletics we run. (no kidding!)

In the past year we/ve participated in many sports (net few), W e ' v e done well in softball And in badminton too.

Tennis was a summer sport, In which many frogs did play.

Agression did they show, But with style we must say.

W h e n Krome hit the pool, W e knew we had a chance.

Our girls enthused by it all, Would sing and then would dance.

At the athletics sports the gun goes off, W e leap as high as we can.

Over the hurdles the frogs did jump, And around the track they ran.

W e showed the schools the skills we have, W h e n debating came around.

W e impressed them with our style Our arguments were sound.

Victory W h e n water-polo and cricket happened They occured side by side.

Yet it really w a s n ' t a problem, W e took it in our stride.

Holding the bars with skill and ease, Our gymnastic girls looked cool Their strength and agility was so fine The gymnasium they did rule.

At the drama festival of ' 9 2 W e did the "Stations of the Cross".

To describe the talent of the directors and cast For words we are at loss.

In variety, many girls were involved Each one of us a nun.

In Massed Singing our girls sang so well, "The House of the Rising Sun".

Lenore Ellett - the singing nun So now as we leave you all With a tear in each eye.

W e hope we lived up to your expectations, And that definitely isn't a lie!

The year is now coming to a close, W e thank you all sincerely, For the girls w h o worked so hard W e love each one so dearly.

Also there was choral ensemble, Where we sang "Amazing Grace".

A n d the effort put in by instrumental players Could be seen on each face.

Keep up the spirit Krome girls, And sometimes if you don't win; It's not about the color of the medal But how much effort went in.

J.S.S and Middle School captains T H A N K S , for you did us proud.

And for the effort and time you put in With praise you should be showered!

Thank-up Krome for your work this year And now our names we sign.

Your loving captain and recorder, Lenore Ellett and Kim Levine.

Lenore Ellett House Captain Jackie Gunn Vice-house Captain Kim Levine House Recorder

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The support this year has been overwhelming and the enthusiasm level was sky-high. The spirit within the house was sensational and led to our well deserved success. W e won the Proficiency Trophy a couple of times, highlighting our strong committment.

W e came either first or second in the majority of activities, displaying our versatility and talent across all areas to become a powerful force. In swimming and athletics we were the envy of other houses, and in music we proved that we could sing and not croak. W e won the Variety in scintillating fashion with the song America.

Acting was not a problem. Our drama production was spectacular. W e conquered our opponents in Cross Country, blitzing the field and our highly skilled rowing team triumphed in the water.

W e are very grateful for all the work our house teacher, Miss H e f f e m a n , put in to ensure that we were always in tip-top shape. Her continous support is greatly appreciated. Julie-Ann Goss (house recorder) did a brilliant j o b with all the "nasty" paperwork!

Thanks Krome Dudes for participating and supporting this great and green house. Keep it up next year!

Carol Chong and Nadia Stone Middle School Captains

"And they said we looked silly"

We've got the pep We've got the steam We've got the coach We've got the team We've got the pep, steam, coach, team Three cheers for Fitchett Rah, Rah, Rah F . L T . C . H . E . T . T .

Cato is on the comeback and now that we're getting it right it's time to admit the great blue house is dynamite.

Emma, Shelley and Kerry on the banks of the Yarra

This year Cato were determined to do better f r o m the start, putting our brilliant blue wigs to good use as we strove for the success that has eluded us in recent years. W e surprised the entire school by placing well in most of the major events and by winning, in a most triumphant manner, the gym. Our antics made Pooh proud, so proud that he burst! Surgery has been necessary to repair those chubby, but lovable, limbs.

The soak at the Swimming Centre did him no good either. H o w e v e r the enthusiasm shown by all the Catoite's has helped him in his recovery.

During this year he has noticed remarkable changes in the attitudes of many girls in Cato, particularly in Middle School. Everyone seemed motivated, supportive, helpful and enthusiastic about participating.

The Athletics was a great day for the House of Blue and Pooh had a right royal time, till he lost his arm.

Congratulations to all the captains and those who competed - you were great. W e placed second and will no doubt do even better next year.

Our unique cheerleading squad cannot go without mention. Many of those who were at Olympic Park, and who saw the photos of the day, were wondering about those three ladies, draped in blue checks and blue wig, who were running all round Olympic Park: running up and down the track, in out of crossball sequences and through the tunnel ball. The true-blue trio were our

ever supportive Ms. Anderson and Mrs. James backed up by n e w c o m e r Miss Phillips. Thank you, we couldn't have done it without your support.

There was success throughout the school. The JSS captains, Georgia and Kate, led their flock well as did Joy and Sarah f r o m Middle School. The girls in Year 9 and 10 won the softball, badminton and tennis cups in Term 2 and continued their blaze of glory in the debating.

Further bruising of Pooh occured at the drama where Cato captivated the audience with our brilliant performance of Grand Central Station..

Congratulations to A m b e r Smith and Verity Mclntyrefor organising all those involved. Senior School was shocked to discover we did have some musical talent, enough in fact to win overall at the Music competition. Many thanks to E m m a Kowal for her leadership during this time, combining it as she did with her duties as House Recorder.

Such results are something we have been waiting a long time for and will no doubt will continue as the faith is passed along to the always enthusiastic girls who are at present in Yr 11. G O C A T O ! !

Kerry Lui Captain Shelly Benson Vice-Captain

This year Berry blizted the other houses in the fashion stakes with our trendy heart-shaped purple sunglasses. They might not be practical for our athletes or swimmers but certainly did look cool on all the Berryites.

The swimming sports was the first major competition in the school calender. W e didn't come first, second ... nor third, but it was most likely because our swimmers had been sabotaged by the horrid colds!

Nevertheless, our swimming captains, E m m a Christie and A m a n d a Norton did a superb job.

Michelle Worland and Anthea Edwards put a lot of dedication into the Athletics, which turned out to be a great day for Berry. W e proudly paraded our new banner? and sang our brand new war cry, supporting all our competitors, including the Year 12 crossball team who w on for yet another year. It must have been Jenny Gee W a h ' s , our house recorder's, f a m o u s purple pancake that did it!

Our most exciting victory was winning the senior house drama festival. Sarah A d a m s and Brianna Smith

captured Brighton Beach Memoires brilliantly. The cast and crew also had a great time rehearsing and performing the play.

Our water polo team led us to another victory with outstanding scores. The team was captained by Kerry Parker whose contribution to the sport was well rewarded. In cross country, Berry again did extremely well with Anna Rattray leading the pack. Alicia Smith, Michelle Worland and Georgie Costello were quickly on their heels and rushed to finish in the first ten places.

Only recently we competed in house music where Berry took out the trophy for massed singing, which surprised many people, although Georgie and myself knew all the time we would win! Well done to all Berryites and well done to Belinda Henderson, Patricia W o n g and Kathy T h o m p s o n for their outstanding leadership.

Thanks Berryites for your constant support: y o u ' v e made our j o b a lot more enjoyable!

Melissa Perks (House Captain) Georgie Costello (Vice House-Captain)

What is the Secret of Our Success?

While Colonel Sanders has his eleven secret herbs and spices. Berry's recipe for success is no secret.

W e ' v e got determination, team spirit, will power, and we hold the rights to the recipe for purple pancakes. What would breakfast on the Yarra be like without the widely renowned Berry purple pancakes?

To maintain this newly established tradition, the recipe for the pancakes has been included in this edition of Silver and Green so that it can be recorded in history forever.

M E T H O D 1. Throw everything except for the food dye into a bowl. 2. Stir until all the lumpy bits are gone, and the batter is of a glue-like consistency 3. Put in a few drops of red and blue dye, and mix until the batter is purple 4. Fry in a fry pan.

BERRY PURPLE PANCAKES I N G R E D I E N T S 1/2 cup of plain flour 1/2 cup self raising flour milk sugar 2 eggs (Drum roll ) and the special ingredient that makes the pancakes purple - red and blue food dye (I hope that you're not disappointed)

Goodbye and Good Luck to the future captains and house recorders (cooks) of Berry.

There you have it, the ultimate nirvana in pancake recipes! And if you think that the pancakes are bright, y o u ' r e right. T h a t ' s one reason why we wear our purple sunnies. Of course, the other reason is that Berry's future is so bright that w e ' v e got to wear shades.

Yo! Man Berry House is the best Because Yo! Man We can beat all the rest Because Yo! Man we have got all the zest Because Berry has the power Oi! Oi! Oi!

Jenny Gee Wah

Logging It One of the more bewildering aspects of the VCE, a time log, is supposedly a candid and consistent record of a student's progress in completing a task, be it a maths report, a history project or a chemistry case study. Its existence provides the teacher with an insight in to the task's development, and the student's time management skills. This is the theoretical use of a timelog.

In practice, a time-log has little use, except maybe to give the loggers another excuse to cut trees for paper.

At most, it gives the teacher a laugh .

L e t ' s face it, nine out of ten students will always leave the time log till the last minute, then hurriedly make them up. You can always tell whether a time log is genuine. A typical log which is scribbled out just before the assignment is due to be handed in, looks like this: Date Activity Time 3/4 The teacher discusses project after handing it out, spend the rest of class time reading relevant topics; 45 mins (afternoon) continue reading on relevant topics.

30 mins 4/4 Collecting relevant information.

120 mins 6/4 Research - part 1 60 mins 7/4 Research - part 2 120 mins 9/4 Organize data.

30 mins 12/4 Start writing up report.

60 mins 13/4 Finish writing up report, check for gramatical and spelling mistakes.

100 mins 30/4 Report due in.

The art of making up time logs has been well cultivated amongst us. The time spent per entry usually ranges f r o m 30 to 120 minutes, and by some miraculous coincidence they always just add up to the maximum amount of time advised to be spent on the task. Work appears to be done on the task consistently, and is usually finished well before the due date. The conduct of activities is always well structured and organised, almost too good to be true. In the presentation, the more thorough student fills in their log with pens of different colour, while others use the same pen throughout. This is not the act of carelessness or a mistake, it merely shows that the students identify with the superfluousness of time logs.

It is just as well that students are faking their time logs, as teachers might not like to be confronted with the absolute honesty, or simplicity, of a genuine time log, like the following: Date Activity Time 3/4 Discussion of task after it is handed out. 45 mins 29/4 The whole thing.

11.5 hours 30/4 Making up time-log.

2 mins

Cecily Pang

Essay Machine I am but an essay machine.

My thoughts, opinions, memories and learnings are reduced to mere ink in shapes familiar, all too familiar.

600, 700, 1000, 1200, my mind is restricted to written limitations My thinking is moulded to be understood tamed moulded fenced moulded "You have little substatial evidence to back this up" my mind needs no evidence.

"A quote would be good here " my little sister said "I hate you" last night my mind takes this for a quote BUT NO I am a machine and my fuel is Von Harjf, Stalin, Rawlings and Rawlings, D.H.Lawrence and Steve Biko I deny the world, the fuel that to me seems fit to keep churning, churning out essays.

Kate Flavell

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A Flight in Too & Fro I'm a privileged big year twelve, in a school of bottle green.

You may ask me of my name, well, my name is Kim Levine.

The year was '89 to MLC that year I came.

300 girls there were to be, and to every face a name.

Now you may say "so what?" but really don 7 you care?

Just try and remember all these names, of girls with long blonde hair.

To the mirrors we were drawn, for looking beautiful after school.

Year nine was a rebellious stage you see, we all thought we were cool.

Year ten it came so quick, more work did we expect.

It was the year of writing folios, along wwith Romeo and Juliet.

With all the letters of the alphabet, so innocent were 'S' and 'N'.

But things had seemed to turn around, when completeing our year ten.

But this was just the start, letters were no longer single.

'V, C', A', 'B' and 'S' and TV', had then begun to mingle.

We were transformed into the guinea pigs, as VCAB's wands were waved.

Our depression made our stomachs grow, for it was chocolate that was craved.

A definition had been changed, when in our wortkbooks we did delve.

CATs were furry animals, up until year twelve.

Many other things have happened, the formals and aths are a few.

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In the beginning there was a plan, and the plan was based on assumptions, and the assumptions were without form, and the plan was completely without substance and was void.

Darkness fell on the faces of the year Elevens.

And they spoke to their Year Eleven committee representitive saying, " W e don't like the colour it's awful."

And the committee representative went to the Year Eleven committee and said, "Its colour is like a container of excrement that none may want to wear it. " And the Year Eleven committee took it to the uniform committee representative and said, "Its colour is like the vessel of fertilizer that none can abide its strength."

And the Year Eleven uniform committee representative took it to the staff uniform committee representative and said, "Its colour promotes growth and is very powerful" And the staff uniform committee took it to the uniform committee and said, "This powerful new plan will actively promote growth and maturity amongst the Year Twelves" The uniform committee looked upon the plan, and saw that it was good. So the plan for the Class of ' 9 2 to wear a green Year Twelve j u m p e r became policy.

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Next we'll smile in the same direction If all the hairdressers in Melbourne had been booked out on the afternoon of Saturday August 2 9 , 1 w o u l d n ' t have been surprised. If 250 M.L.C. students parents had been $400 short that week , I still wouldn't have been surprised. And if all the Kodak shops in Melbourne were busy on Sunday and Monday, I wouldn't have blinked an eyelid. But if anyone had claimed they didn't have a good time at the Year 11 Dinner Dance, then I would have been surprised.

It was the night of nights (and many mornings for most!) where nearly 250 year eleven students dolled themselves up to look like the epitome of sophistication and style. The evening began at 7.30 (although some started partying earlier obviously!) with 500 girls and boys trying to squash into Chaucer's foyer. As the soft drinks went round, the c a m e r a ' s began snapping.

Exclamations of "I love your hair/dress/makeup/ partner" abounded.

The dance committee had outdone themselves with green, black and silver helium balloons, most of which ended up floating on the ceiling by the end of the night.

The award for most the most original in dance and costume would have to go to Tuck, alias W o l f g a n g Amadeus Mozart. This gentleman offered the "ladies" a space in the circle, but for most of us in either large taffeta/chiffon skirts or short tight black numbers, the prosect of hopping backwards and forwards in front of about 50 people was not exactly enticing. After thousands of compliments, photos and versions of "Oh, what a night", everyone hurried to the raging afterparties scattered around the city.

Wendy Wu, Chelsea Candy, and Sanya Reid Smith

Dressed for success

Aside WHAT DANCE ?

The Year 12 dinner dance would have been, under normal circumstances, the most eagerly anticipated social event. However, scheduled on May 23rd. this year's dance was overshadowed by CATs, CATs and more CATs. Preparations for the dance were frantic. Girls rushed from boutique to boutique and, not having another minute to spare, resorted to their mother's wardrobe. The Dance Committee, on the other hand.

contemplated auctioning boys to raise money for decorations!

Flowers, balloons, music, menu, seating arrangements, invitations and tickets were all organise under intense stress.

In addition, the dance committee members faced the animosities of their peers. As I walked into class with toothpicks keeping my eyes open, a manicured set of nails very nearly clawed me to death.

"Whhhyy aren't I sitting next to Melissa who is sitting next to Michelle who is opposite Susan's table, which is on the right of Chris....", snarled a delirious student.

Another committee member was very nearly beaten to a pulp as an aggressive and over wrought Chemistry student demanded why there was no alcohol to mix at the dance.As it happened, May 23rd was also two days before the Physics CAT, three days before the Literature CAT, four days before the Maths CATs, five days before the Legal Studies CAT and six days before the Economics CAT due date.

Hence a dilemma arose: what was more important, beating the deadlines for the CATs or making an

appointment with the hairdresser, who would endeavour to transform you from a ruffled guinea pig to a glamorous Bridget Bardot look alike? Unfortunately, I missed my appointment, and as six o'clock arrived, I was still typing furiously away, trying to explain the Australian Economic crisis, while a crisis of my own was about to ensue if a C A T fail to fall into shape.

Wading through my room engulfed by newspapers, research texts, drafts, work requirements, coffee mugs and empty bottles of caffeine tablets I found my crumpled dress. With the speed that only a rushed VCE student can achieve, I was ready for a blissful CAT-free night.

Arriving fashionably late at the Southern Cross Hotel, the VCE tension was temporarily forgotten. And we managed to party with vengeance, too! The food was as usual untouched as girls were afraid that if they ate even one morsel their dresses would burst at the seams. The music comprised of ABBA's

Dancing Queen, various renditions of the eighties' disco paraphernalia, our favourite Kylie Minogue's tune and the very trendy but and Red Hot Chilli

"SHOCKED" slurred lyrics of Nirvana Peppers.

The after party, well we ummm, conscious and studious Year 12 students went home straight on the dot of twelve to write a Folio piece on the dance Hmmm.

Jessica Leong Member of Dance Committee

Rowing to Glory

So what was the highlight of the season?

It could have been M L C ' s victory in the Victorian Championship Schoolgirl eight race. Of course, for the fifth crew, the taste of Head of the Schoolgirl victory will live with them forever. The National Rowing Championships were another highlight, showing the strength of the rowing club this season. For one particular year ten crew the highlight of the season must have been crashing into... you guessed it, THE O A R S O M E FOURSOME. After learning how to steer all our crews went on to show their professionalism at regattas and training.

This was due to the excellence of our coaches. MLC coaches have been pioneers of girls rowing in eights just as they were in the foundation of rowing for girls a decade ago.

Both fours and eights improved a lot this season since our first regatta in Dimboola, last November.

Rowing camp was the next time we got together. It was probably the seniors, rather than the Marshmead graduates, who needed encouragement to help with the domestics of dishes on camp, the year tens having already learnt how to fend for themselves. Of course M L C ' s obsession with Mallacoota pervaded the rowing camp. It was difficult for the older rowers to maintain the standards set by the year tens the previous week after hearing that they got along better, were more amusing and cleaned up more readily than us.

Something amazing happens to us all at rowing camp. We manage to transform ourselves from being way off the pace at Dimboola to being consistently in the top placings in February. It's no real mystery, this transformation. It is the result of runs, rows, ergos, swims, rows, runs, rows, rows, rows, rows...and the familiar rowing camp salad roll and pasta.

Thanks has to go to the backbone of the club, the parents and supporters who are always organised the food necessary to keep us going. Our apologies for all the fits of stress you've had to endure. The positive attitude of our coaches ensures that the Silver Star Rowing Club will continue to improve and keep M L C prominent in the sport. Good luck next year.

Georgie Costello.

Captain of Boats.

The 1992 National Rowing Championships proved for the first time to be a land event as well as water sport.As usual the Melbourne weather was unpredictable, alternating between pleasant sunny days and gale force winds, accompanied by torrential rain.

At Currum the rowers were primed and ready to go, the MLC eights and fours particularly so. The regatta course looked decent and the weather was fine, for a day or so.

However, on the morning of the four's heats it was announced that gale force winds had whipped up.

Sailboats were warned to get off the Bay. Obviously everybody had neglected to tell the regatta organisers, the races went ahead. All schoolgirl crews watched in horror as the w o m e n ' s single skulls were thrown about the river. Most crews either crashed or capsized, resulting in faults and disqualifications being handed out to almost all competitors. Only Wonder Woman could have steered a straight course in these ridiculous conditions.

The wind didn't die down and, being a coxwain, I watched the first girl's crews entering their boats with horror. Their boats were immmediately carried out to sea or into the dreaded weeds from which there was no return. The only option was to have the crew rowing at 100% pressure to the starting line, thus expending all their energy before the race had begun.

While the crew rowed their hardest I did my best to steer around the carnage which was lodged on the side of the bank. It wasn't long before Ingrid gasped that her oar was stuck. The white capped waves which had been slowing us down were now about to sink us. The only solution was to walk the boat out of danger. One by one Ingrid. Melinda, Georgie and Tamara got back into their seats as I swam, keeping the boat away from trouble.

Soon after I got in we were sinking again and the wind was stronger. We decided to empty the water and walk the boat to the start. This proposal seemed sensible at the time, considering that we didn't want our very expensive boat sinking to the bottom of Carrum.

However the boat, when filled with water, weighed a tonne. The ultra-light oars were not suited to our purpose either and tried to fly away. We persisted and carried the boat another 200m until the wind died down.

Grabbing the opportunity we actually rowed away, only to be greeted by a marshal with the news that the race had been cancelled. Glancing back I saw we were one of the last to be told that all our effort had been for nothing. We practically surfed back and were comforted, drenched, tired and embarrassed, that our coach had said to ' give them first prize for intiative'.

No other crew went to such lengths to stay in the race.

Melissa Lawton.

Barcelona or Bust Barcelona was hot and humid. It made training and competition very difficult for the land-based athletes but the aquatic competitors didn't suffer that much. The city was almost 'finished' for the games, cement dust was always in the air as people worked around the clock to complete the massive building projects. Barcelona is also the most densely populated part of Europe and the crowds attracted by an Olympic Games put a lot of pressure on accommodation. All this went together to create an almost overpowering atmosphere.

The Australian team assembled in Frankfurt before moving into the Village, we were fitted with our uniforms and casual wear (I won't need to buy clothes for a while!). We had meetings with the team management, coaches and psychologists who tried to show us the best ways of dealing with life in the village, the pressures of competition and the media. If you watched the telecasts, you could probably guess that dealing with the media was not a problem for the sailing team! At Frankfurt, we also had a chance to get to know team members from other sports.

Yes! I did meet Kieren Perkins! Yes, he is a nice guy (not a bad swimmer either). I had a chance to talk with him and with many of the other Olympians. That is one of the good memories of the Barcelona Olympics that I will keep for many years. I probably didn't appreciate my time with the likes of Kieren and the 'Oarsome Foursome' as much as some of the M L C students might have but I did have other things on my mind.

Once at the Village, competitors tend to move about within their teams and as the sailing competition lasts 10 days, there was little opportunity to mix with the other teams or do any sightseeing. You have to be focussed. You try to establish a routine and maintain your training program right up to the competition. This is especially hard for the athletics team as they don't start competition until the swimming team are finished and having their parties. There is always plenty happening in the Village and the Spanish helped the celebrations along by having fireworks displays at 11.30 every night! Just what you need before an important race!

Almost everyone is able to ignore these distractions and the more experienced team members usually let the others know what to expect. The one distraction that I really enjoyed was the Opening Ceremony. Those who had to compete the next day missed this but it is a fantastic feeling to walk in to the stadium with everyone filled with excitement and hope. A truly electric atmosphere.

Once the Opening Ceremony is over, the competition gets serious. In every Olympics, there are people who perform better than they ever have and there are those who are disappointed. Unfortunately, we had two bad races out of six and did not reach the finals (our worst result in a year). Everyone who competes at this level knows the competition will be tough and mistakes will be costly.

For us they were but the Australians performed extremely well and it still feels good to be part of such a winning team.

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What an Athletic Feat!

Whether it be streaking down the track, j u m p i n g or throwing in the field ro trudging over mountainous terrain during corss country the entire aths team were absolute legends. Unreal team efforts saw us win both the E.S.A. and Lisa Wardale Cross country events, the distance covered by each girl in these events was 3km which is equivalent to three and a half times the distance of M.L.C to the station, or, more to the point, the tuckshop end to end 166 times! What a feat!

In the track and field scene the seniors (Year 10 to 12) became Victoria Champions in the schools'

knockout competition while the juniors (year 7 to 9) were runners up.

W e trained hard when w e ' d run out of excuses not to: "losing" our way whilst sprinting up the driveway and having a sudden "fatal" pain in the eyebrow etc & etc - you know what I mean!

Mrs Valentine, our aths coach, had us running up the stairs, round the block, in the swimming pool (for a chnage) until we are all exhausted. I hope the many hours of labour will help us defend our E.S.A. Track and Field title and iwn the G.P.S.V.S.A aths for the first time in many years.

Kathryn Gawthorn

Spontaneity Oh what a thrill! What an honour and privilege to be asked to be the sole presenter of the Senior School House Drama Festival in front of all those people mums, dads, sisters, brothers, grandparents, students, friends of students, friends of friends of students and official guests! My chance at stardom. My first step into a career of fame and fortune. Yes, opportunity was knocking on my door and success in theatre was just a small step away. It felt good.

As the day drew closer, the actors were attending a frantic schedule of rehearsals and I recalled the presentation last year - two girls standing without a microphone, beaming smiles into nowhere and delivering an over-rehearsed, frightfully insipid speech with over-emphasised intonation. That wasn't me though. I would be different. I would be spontaneous, I would be alive, interesting, inspiring. I would be me.

To my surprise, the speech was written for me already; word for word. Three days before the festival I received it and began to learn it furiously. To perfect the "natural me", I would need to know the words so well that I didn't need to think about them and I could concentrate on spontaneity. Endlessly I practised "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to this year's Senior School Drama Festival." in bed at night, in the shower, over breakfast, on the tram, walking from class to class. I would show these actors what learning lines really meant.

The day of the festival arrived and I rehearsed my presentation in the assembly hall. It was perfect. Of course, my spontaneity would have to be entirely spontaneous. I couldn't give any secrets away before hand, so it was toned down a touch.

A stylish hairstyle later, with sweaty palms and socks pulled right up to my knees, I waited nervously in the wings, listening to the murmuring of the impatient audience. The lights dimmed and the spot light appeared - my spotlight. A gentle hand nudged me from behind into the light.

THE LIGHT! It was blinding! I couldn't see a thing. So I beamed a cheesy grin as I tried to remember my first line. "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen" boomed a voice that was not my own. It was my old friend R.T. Ficial. "And welcome to this year's Senior School Drama Festival." Who was in the audience?

"Tonight we will be seeing five one act pays, presented by the houses." Where were my friends? "Each play has been directed and produced by the House Drama Captains." Oh, I wish I could see! "Berry House will open the evening, followed by " now, which house is next? Pausing just that one moment too long, the audience kindly took it upon themselves to provide me with the name of the house. How nice! They seemed to enjoy it, so I generously forgot the name of the next house as well. Then the next, and the next. With only one to go, I decided to leave that one to them as well.

They were having a riot of a time.

I struggled my way through the introduction of the adjudicator - they didn't know this bit - forgetting only a couple of parts; like her surname and why she's famous. Mere details. Then, having offered a courtyard in the sausage sizzle after returning from the twenty minute interval, I smiled a cheesy again, turned on my heel and fled. Spontaneity - you bet!

Ingrid Hopper

Reflections I look at the reflection in the mirror - a fairly short figure in the familiar dark green uniform. She stares back. But the person is not familiar.

Often when I look into the mirror, I am surprised.

It's strange, for when I think of myself, performing my daily activities, going from class to class, interacting with teachers and friends, the image I think of is different to the one I see in the mirror. Others probably see me different too. The differences are not sharp, not exact. But somehow she is different. It is not me.

The person inside is the one I identify with. She is a combination of past and future, memories and hopes.

It is she who is my true reflection.

I look back into the mirror. I hope that maybe one day my two reflections will meet.

Katie Barnett

A Love Story There was instant attraction Their stares firmly fixed on each other.

From opposites sides they explored the other's beauty Enchantment filled their hearts and mind She lusted for his perfect mould His ears, shaped flawlessly And his body texture was impeccable, polished and toned.

He noticed her long slender neck and craved for her 'hour glass figure'.

Then things changed Deep down she knew it was too good too be true A mini-skirted blonde approached him, brushing past his body, He fell for it, smashing into millions of pieces.

She cried, angered over how weak he really was It was agony to see him trodden on so easily She had thought she had finally met Mr. Right Now all she had was the memory She had fallen for a cheap imitation He seemed so perfect, so strong.

She didn't want to go back to that lonely mantelpiece, But that's life, after all were only two insignificant vases.

Jessica Leong

How to Read The Contents Of Your Pocket Have you ever wondered about what the contents of your pockets say about the sort of person you are? What the tissue symbolises, the student pass, the furry green wad of chewing gum from last week? Why do we get wet when it rains? Is Elvis alive? And, how many people actually read the instructions to surveys anyway? To find out the answers to some of these questions and more, it is my pleasure to present: How to Read The Contents Of Your Pocket A selection of pockets were examined and found to reveal signs of their owner's personality.

Pocket one: Tissues, Aliens Anticol wrapper, Panadol, Vicks Vapodrop wrapper, Concession card From this information, the most obvious point is that this person wears black shoes with laces tied in a double bow. Much less obvious but possible to pick up if one looks hard enough is that this person is sick, or a hypochondriac. This person is frequently found in the section of the supermarket or milk bar where throat drops and other such items are sold. They find comfort in a box of tissues and family size bottle of Metamucil.

The person also parts their hair on the left and picks their teeth with a whittled down log.

Pocket two: Library card, 1 tissue, $1 in silver coins, Old tram tickets. Student pass, Safety pins, New tram tickets, Concession card

The contents of this pocket give a sense of travel.

This person has obviously been to see the giant orange in South Australia. They are extremely philosophical and can think for hours about the meaning of life and the migration habits of the eastern Mongolian flatworm.

They have an inclination toward green vinyl folders and furry little bears. They tend to clench their fist with the thumb on the inside.

Pocket three: Four computer disks From the contents of this pocket it can be seen that this person has a liking for computers which extends beyond the normal person-computer relationship. They are insecure and tend to carry software around with them as a sort of security blanket. They do not like wallpaper with orange flowers on it, or green textbooks with the name Change and Approximations written on the front, the side, the back, the title page. This person enjoys watching Sports Sunday and wearing blue shorts with white socks. They laugh at ' K n o c k - K n o c k ' jokes.

Pocket four: Open packet of barbecue shapes, Tissues, T w o sandwich bags, Packet of Nerds, Crumbs, Safety pin, House drama rehearsal timetable, Hair elastic, Redskin wrapper, Concession card, Student pass This person is obviously a member of the table lamp appreciation society. They are frequently found in tuckshop and in milkbars and eat a lot or never throw anything away.

Sausages for the Salvos Voice of Senior School The brainchild of Mrs Morgan, the Senior School Broadsheet took on a new name, a new look and a fresh group of students this year. Although editions were a bit scarce this year, the collaboration was definitely a worthwhile experience for all those involved.

Admittedly, V.O.S.S. seemed to be predominantly organised and written by Year l i s , but that was understandable considering the workload of the Year 12s.

There were several ingenious ideas that students had during the year, but time, effort and resources often prevented most of these being carried through to publication. However, there were some novel approaches such as the competition titled "Match the Professor with the Proboscis", a competition involving great skill and talent in deciding which nose belonged to which teacher. The first edition of the year, after many weeks of deliberation, featured articles concerning theft, student exchange, the newly established Environment Committee, that first driving experience, Year 12 jumpers, Bridge Club, quotes, the L.A. riots, and much more. The second edition attempted to take a more light-hearted approach in the subject material, and was highly successful.

The core group of contributors and committee memebers faithfully met at specified lunchtimes to organise V.O.S.S. in Centenary 3.6 or 3.8. Many thanks must go to those who gave up previous lunchtimes to contribute, spent time writing and or typing up articles, and basically giving their support to myself and others involved. Many thanks must also go to Miss MacNally who assisted enormously in our collating and publishing, and was our friendly "censor".

Eileen Lee Editor of Voss

This year the enthusiastic efforts of the S.S. Social Service Committee has seen a battle between the vending machine, tuckshop and our delicious sausage sizzles for the lunchtime dollars of the girls. Our desire to raise funds for the Salvation Army in its hour of need saw us offering free sauce and onions in an attempt to lure the S.S. students away from the comforts of Senior Centre and the C o m m o n Room.

It hasn't been easy. All committee members who helped out with the huge sausage sizzle for the Drama Festival will remember how thankful we were that it was dark and the eaters were unable to see how burnt their sausages were! Our troubles were doubled by the torrential rain which resulted in us being smoked out f r o m our umbrellas.

Despite this we raised over $600 f r o m this particular sausage sizzle. In other activities we raised $300 from a casual clothes day and at this stage have raised over $1000. W e hope to double the amount raised by the end of the year and so we meet regularly to discuss how we can accomplish our main goal - to raise more money than the vending machine!

Tiffany Crawford Joint Social Service Leader

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Year 12 Students The most senior students of 1992 are a motley crew, distinguishable by the complete lack of coherence in our characters. Our reputation has changed as often as our collective haircolors over the course of our attendance at MLC. This attendance has been haphazard at times, but no doubt we shall all turn up on the very last day, be it to weep farewell to our beloved school or just to douse with garlic water all those younger girls who have not submitted to our domination.

The following harem photos show us as we sit together, in the Garden or in the library, or more commonly, Senior Centre. This, our humble abode during our final year, has hidden our exploits from those who wielded the order mark. It was our escape from the pressures of VCE and provided much needed nutrition, especially since the advent of our space-age vending machine.

Photo 1 L-R Back Row : Emma Cotteril, Jodie Hogg, Kirsty Stevens, Sarah Siggins, Catherine Beavis.

Middle Row: Lisa Altman, Jenny Brownscombe, Melinda Carlisle, Clare Putt, Aradhna Pathik, Front Row: Emma Kowal, Danielle Lansell, Kerri Sor, Caroline Armstrong, Amy Jeeves.

Photo 3 L-R Back Row: Nikki McKay, Papi Robertson, Ruth Charalambous , Pip Kingston, Michelle Gardiner, Susan Mizrahi.

Middle Row: Lisa Tabe, Sana Wappett, Adina DeStefanis, Chris Xidakis, Rowena Mullins.

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Front Row: San Luu, Suzanne Gregory, Erica Maggs, Rosemary Jaboor, Kate Holder, Marita Huyhn, Kate Foley.

Photo 4 L-R : Susan Mizrahi, Danielle Norton, Kelly White. Anber Smith, Kris Green.

Photo 5 L-R Back Row: Georgina Warburton, Brianna Smith.

Middle Row: Claire Smith, Natasha Littlewood, Dani Glover, Michelle Eady.

Front Row: Pip Smart, Katie Gleeson, Lauren Konik, Tracey Coward, Emma Christie.

Photo 7 L-R Back Row: Kirsty McNeil, Sylvea Carrie, Kylie Wells, Cath Andrews, Melissa Perks, Lisa Thurling, Bronwyn Cooke, Anthea Edwards.

Middle Row: Jacqueline Dettman, Michelle Worland, Kate Stafford, Brenda Mclver, Simone Peters.

Chris Mitsikas, Joanne Muir, Stella Valerkou, Melanie Wells.

Photo 8 L-R: Kylie Wells, Louise Wilson, Fiona Redshaw, Megan Tocknell.

Photo 9 L-R Back Row: Emma Carter, Sarah Nelms, Sarah Riley, Kirsty McNeil, Lisa Hahnel, Rachael Wilmott.

Front Row: Danielle Norton, Kris Green.

Photo 11 (Boarders) L-R Back Row: Rachael Noble, Beth Liley, Kate Warne, Belinda Brooksby Jo Powell, Kerry Barber, Cath Brown.

Front Row: Vanessa Beattie, Rosie Eagle, Tania Day.

Photo 10 L-R Back Row: Tiffany Carroll, Pauline Arnold Front Row: May Yeung, Jo Powell

Photo 14 L-R Back Row: Wendy So, Valerie Tay, Grace Tsui Middle Row: Peggy Yip, Monica Leung, Karen Lee, Annie Fung, Shin Feei Siouw.

Front Row: Teresa Chiong, Jennifer Wong, Tracey Tsang, Amy Leung, Audrey Chan, Cordia Yu.

Photo 17 L-R Back Row: Annie Fung, Grace Tsui, Carolyn Chew, Arlene Chew, Vivi Surmarno, Yuh Shyan Chong, Anthea Tan, Maki Kuboi, Fanny Sulistyo

Photo 16 L-R Back Row: Lisa Teo, Cheryl Chan, Karen Chua, Michelle chan, Tse Ting Lee, Penny Toh Front Row: Bi-lee Liu, Christina Chang, Cinnie Tarn, Winnie Tang

Photo 18 L-R Back Row: Kate Gibson.

Lucy Schweitzer. Averil Hedley, Anthea Sarantos, Dionne Black.

Front Row: Kate Milton, Astrid Black, Kalinda Johns.

Photo 19 l-R: Kynwynn Jones, Alisa Camplin

Photo 20: L-R Back Row: Kierstan Doyle, Kate Hunter, Alina Kelly. Amanda Robb, Amber Stokmanis Front Row: Belinda Hutchinson, Megan Cruise, Michelle Phillips, Nicole Xanthos.

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Photo 22 Elisa Wright, Ruth Charalamhous, Felicity Kaye, Katie Dunstan, Natasha Otzen, Belinda Henderson.

Front Row: Caroline Armstrong, Sarah Brown.

Photo 21 L-R Back Row: Marcelle Trewarne, Jess Sperlick, Rowe Goodman, Dani Nicols, Kate Power, Cathy Palfreyman.

Fron Row: Melissa Davidson, Lydia Takle, Fiona Wilson.

Photo 23 L-R: Maya Feldman, Rachel Chynoweth, Seph Hancock, Melinda Mullins.

Photo 24 L-R Back Row: Melissa Lawton, Georgie Costello, Belinda Ellis, Donna Hall, Kerry Liu, Ingrid Hopper, Melinda Marks.

Middle Row: Shelley Benson, Sarah Wright, kate Carlyon, .lodie Baker.

Front Row: Celeste Halliday, Electa Tong, Jessica Leong, Leanne

Photo 25 L-R: Emma Sebald, Kim Backman, Naomi Labrum, Rosalind O'Brien, Rachel Auld, Amanda Beezley, Natasha Glogoski.

Top: Kate Horton L-R: Kerri Anne Bell, Jacqui Dyer, Wendy Porter, Vicky Hollis, Kirsten Kelly, Leanne Hogden, Becky Trowthe, Toni Muscat, Martine Bannister, Katie MacDonald

Photo 26 Sarah Adams, Kim Levine, Elaine Tan, Lisa James, Andrea Mentilkowski, Tanya Murray, Rhonda Liu, Melinda Schambre, Csilla Kosa.

Photo 27 Lucette Pedersen, Anne Haywood, Rosie Allison.

Tania Louras, Felicity Young, Fiona Yarra

Photo 28 Ella O 'Sullivan, Lisa Martin, Rosie Allison, Melinda Schambre.

Donna Hall, Anne Haywood, Lucette Pedersen, Jenny Pang, Kate Carlyon

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Photo 30 Kate Holroyd, Jenny Geewah, Celina Chan, Sophie Barker, Megan Ross, Roz Day, Rachel McKay, Natalie Cocks, Kris Pearce, Rachel Hassett

Photo 31 Vanessa Sowerwine, Chris Scott-Young, Lee Thomas, Rowena Hall, Lenore Ellett, Susan Plant, Nicole Hope, Uyen Tran, Naomi Porter, Bronwyn Smith, Kirrily Johns, Rebekah Fitzgerald, Helen Tran, Pipa Murray, Kirsty McDougall.

Photo 32 Claire Jennings, Carolyn Welch, Alice Best, Caroline Chan, Liz Bennett, Nicole Fleming, Kris Ferguson Jenny Chia, Tiziana Princi, Danielle Dimond, Jill Morgan

Photo 33 L-R Back Row: Michelle Soo, Melinda Tursky, Vivien Mavroulis, Georgina Ayers, Sarah Chin, Kathy Thomson, Angeli San, Andrea Harris, Meena Somasundrun.

Front Row: Lisa Karastamatis, Melissa Gatti, Chris Seow, Catherine Chow.

Photo 34 L-R Back Row: Rebecca Porter, Kylie Holman.

Front Row: Briony Harris, Kate Flavel, Patricia Wong.

Photo 35 L-R Back Row: Lisa Tabe, Georgia Lingren.

Front Row: Sana Wappett, Jacquie Gunn, Jane Cohen.

Photo 36 L-R Back Row: Melissa Dixon, Heidi Tern Front Row: Eleanor Whitworth , Patricia Wong, Chris Morris, Rebecca Cheney, Rachel Anderson

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