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SLLzaJj£.tlz As our last year of school draws to a close, we cannot help but look back on the institution (no. not t h e looney bin) that has dominated our lives for t h e past thirteen years. Thirteen years! Do you realise in another thirteen years t h e 1989 Year 12 students will b e at least thirty, quite likely married and m a y b e even with kids, and t h e 1989 Prep girls will have finished their V.C.E. and b e embarking on a new phase of their life... which is exactly what t h e 1989 Year 12s are about to do. It's going to b e strange not going to school, not having to r e m e m b e r to wear our potentially lethal chunk of metal and not living life in time to a bell.

While the Year 12s will b e starting a new life, d o not b e deceived into believing that they will b e entering t h e real world' for t h e first time. S o m e would have you believe that MLC is a protective environment where we are insulated from the real world'. Well, we b e g to disagree, and in fact go so daringly far as to say "fiddlesticks". Apart from anything else, we all have experienced the frustrations of coming slap b a n g u p against t h e MLC Bureaucracy, a most excellent source of practice for dealing with government departments.

Now, we b e t you are expecting us to have a whinge about how difficult it was getting this best-ever, splendiferous, fantasmagorical magazine together followed by "wasn't it worth it" and "didn't we have fun ". Well, you are wrong! We did put a great deal of hard work, effort, time, stress, chasing around and paranoid anxiety into this best-ever, splendiferous, fantasmagorical magazine and it was well worth it and we did have fun, but we are not about to tell you that!

Relevant to t h e topic of Silver and Green,

our editing has highlighted an issue that is of considerable concern to this school: t h e English language. English is t h e most important subject taught in school simply because you need it every single day to communicate and comprehend. Little attention is paid to spelling, punctuation, grammar, the foundations of the language, and t h e development of a sophisticated, yet simple style. It is disturbing that exposure to t h e s e aspects of our language is gained through reading rather than in t h e classroom. Quite a n u m b e r of students, even in Year 12, read little besides the prescribed texts and thus their exposure to written expression is limited.

Surely there is room in t h e syllabus of each year level to develop students' c o m p e t e n c e in the use of the language as well as to encourage creativity. )ust a s a dictionary is an essential reference for English, a concise and informative grammar book should also b e listed as a required text. This is not to say the articles we received were badly written. You will s e e in the magazine that there are many excellent pieces which we h o p e you will enjoy reading.

Silver and Green is becoming a m o r e student-oriented magazine every year. We wanted to give you a good, varied magazine and we h o p e we have succeeded. O n e other point to r e m e m b e r is that although t h e front of t h e magazine says 1989, in reality t h e magazine covers Semester Two of 1988 and Semester O n e of 1989 or thereabouts.

While we have busted our guts (almost!! putting this magazine together, r e m e m b e r that it is you who will determine t h e content and t h e future success of Silver and Green.

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Tragedy in Beijing Study Leave Continues Beijing was to have b e e n the holiday at t h e end of twelve weeks study leave. Here was t h e chance to relax and t o b e a tourist. I was drawn by the fascination of a great p e o p l e with a unique heritage. The w o n d e r s included the Great Wall, Ming Tombs, Forbidden City and then there w e r e the culinary delights such as Beijing Duck.

Instead, Beijing b e c a m e an integral part of the study leave. In Beijing I was amongst students w h o had chosen to d e m o n s t r a t e their p u r p o s e and commitment to t h e reform of a political system. There was a group of 40 Year 7 students with their teacher riding their bikes to Tiananmen Square t o express solidarity with the o n e million people already in t h e square. Then t h e r e were the older students in and around the s q u a r e organising traffic, keeping space for ambulances and for processions, raising money t o feed the people w h o chose t o c o m e to t h e s q u a r e rather than to work. Then there were the students so committed to a cause bigger than themselves who w e r e fasting, not for 40 hours, but to the end.

With fear I saw the arrival of t h e army. No d o u b t t h e students experienced t h e s a m e fear but this did not d e t e r them from p r o m p t action.

They m e t the army in t h e outskirts of t h e city, they s t o p p e d the trucks by standing in front of them. They spoke to t h e soldiers, they argued with them and they fed them. Then I witnessed t h e m o d e r n day miracle — t h o s e trucks turning around and departing.

Unfortunately, t h e joy of t h e departing army trucks was short- lived. We all know what h a p p e n e d after this. As I look at my p h o t o g r a p h s of this time I w o n d e r if t h e p e o p l e in my photographs a r e still alive.

These incidents remind m e that many of life's experiences result from causes beyond our control. They begin with our conception and birth, in which we have no say. As life goes on, other unchosen things h a p p e n t o us such as an illness, an accident, even meeting a person. But most experiences arise out of our own choice.

In s o m e situations, responsible people find that while they a r e free t o choose, paradoxically they have no choice. Facing o n e option they perceive to b e right, and a n o t h e r perceived to b e wrong, they know that only o n e course is morally o p e n to them. At such a time, they may say, with Martin Luther: "I can d o no other, so help m e God".

Mr. David Loader, Principal.

Mr Loader: An interview Okay, I w a n t e d a challenge, so I decided t o d o an interview with Mr. Loader.

Mr. Loader is a very easy-going person and nice t o talk to. I asked him lots of questions. I must say I was very nervous.

Mr. Loader had a business trip overseas: he w e n t to England, America and Beijing. In Beijing he was in t h e riots and protests. Mr. Loader d o e s n ' t get worried by crowds. I m e a n you couldn't if you worked at MLC. In America Mr. Loader lived in boarding houses at t h e schools and sometimes in hotels. He said that t h e schools in America a r e very different from MLC and other Australian schools. MLC is very advanced in science, m a t h s a n d computing. Mr. Loader told m e that MLC is o n e of t h e oldest girls schools in the world. He also went t o schools in England and had conferences.

Mr. Loader said he really misses living in a normal house with a garden. He also said that h e knows w h e n t h e b o a r d e r s a r e happy and when they a r e quiet. He said h e wanted t o b e a teacher when he was my age. I asked Mr. Loader if he is a good typist and h e said "Not really, but I can find my way round t h e b o a r d . " Mr. Loader also said that in a b o u t five years every student will have their own portable c o m p u t e r and discs instead of books.

The End. Catrina Hunter, Year 7

Tiananmen Square. Beijing

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Mrs McKenzie reports on her recent trip t o New England, USA. In s o m e ways t h e schools I visited were very different to MLC. Their graduation, for example, was very different from our Speech Night. O n e girls' school which, quite rightly, prided itself on producing young w o m e n of independence and initiative, held an afternoon garden party graduation. Chairs w e r e arranged on the rolling, verdant lawns on which proud parents sat as t h e girls, all attired in a pretty white dress (rather like a d e b u t a n t e ' s dress) and carrying a basket of flowers (like Ophelia!) came winsomely u p the steps to t h e large white, colonial verandah to receive their graduation books. The scene was like something from Gone With t h e Wind, with every girl t h e perfect image of genteel femininity.

Then the girl w h o was dux rose to make t h e graduation speech on behalf of the Class of 89.

It was full of stirring words on opportunities for women and revealed her intelligence and drive.

The speech was greeted with acclamation. No o n e s e e m e d to notice t h e ironic contrast between the girl's utterance and her d e m u r e image.

American schools differ in other ways as well.

Their general education goes on longer. There is less pressure to specialise a s is the case here with girls who take t h e Year 11 sciences. After secondary school in America they go on to, mostly, a general education College course. The pressure there is t o get into a prestigious university rather than into a particular course.

Incidentally, t h e pressure to achieve well academically, and t h e differing status of universities is greater in America than it is here.

Constantly t h e talk amongst teachers, parents and students was of the t r e m e n d o u s competition to get a place at a prestigious university. And t h e students worked hard. Immensely hard.

They knew w h e r e they wanted t o go and w e r e dedicating all their energies t o getting there! But you must r e m e m b e r I am talking about New England independent schools where the students a r e very motivated and d o very well. This wouldn't b e true of all schools, just as it wouldn't b e true of all schools here.

Similarities included t h e energy and excitement of the students, t h e importance of a broad extra curriculum with great opportunities for sport and creative and performing arts, t h e importance of developing girls' confidence and self-esteem, particularly with technology, good facilities, t h e importance of computers in education and the stress on developing students as independent learners. There a r e good teachers and good students in both America a n d Australia and, of course, a longing for t h e long summer holidays so they can surf and sunbake and laze about!

There were t w o things 1 liked most a b o u t my trip. I liked Americans very much. I liked their warmth and their real interest in other people.

Those I met genuinely wanted to engage in an exchange of ideas. I liked their zest, their enthusiasm, their belief that they could control their own lives and change t h e world by effort and planning. I liked their colour and their vibrance.

I also love to travel. The real education of a trip such as mine is the experience itself. It is an opportunity t o extend your horizons by seeing how other p e o p l e in other countries d o things — how they run their education programs and conduct their daily lives. Travel means the opportunity to talk to p e o p l e who have different perspectives, different experiences. 1 like t h e world and I enjoy being in it!

PHOTO: IENNI BAXTER

Year 12 Jumpers This year has seen the introduction of a new p h e n o m e n a to the school environment. I speak, of course, of the Year 12 jumpers.

As you a r e all a w a r e t h e VCE students receive a special jumper whilst doing their final year at school. Gone, however, is t h e d r a b grey of years past. To take its place a cream coloured jumper with a green MLC logo has arrived on t h e scene.

The jumper was introduced t o match the new uniform. Darker t h r e a d s w e r e run through the wool to prevent it from looking t o o dirty after it had b e e n worn for s o m e time. Students voted for t h e emblem and it was a p p r o v e d by the MLC committees.

The final judgement, however, rests with the students, so I asked s o m e of them their opinions of the new jumper. The conclusion was almost unanimous — it is nice but impractical. Most students liked the look of t h e jumper and felt it was much m o r e stylish than in previous years.

They liked the colour and most thought it matched the new uniform very well. O n e student remarked: "It's great because it is a real status thing. People know you a r e in Year 12."

Another noted: "People can see it clearly in the street, especially if you a r e not wearing your blazer!"

There w e r e s o m e problems noted as well. The major complaint was the impractical nature of t h e colour. Most said their jumper b e c a m e dirty after just o n e wearing and had to b e washed frequently. S o m e students remarked that the darker t h r e a d s throughout m a d e it look dirty even b e f o r e it was worn. Most did not think it suited t h e old uniform particularly well and the other complaint was how dirty t h e cuffs b e c a m e .

O n e student remarked: "By t h e end of the week 1 look like I play football for Collingwood with black and white stripes u p and d o w n my arms.

And it can b e awful having p e o p l e able t o pick out what you had for breakfast each day of t h e week by t h e various splotches on your jumper."

Students w e r e happy to make suggestions as t o how t h e jumper may b e improved. They would like to see a m o r e practical colour and possibly a rounded neck. Another idea was having t h e emblem m o r e centrally placed as at p r e s e n t it is not visible when wearing a blazer. If t h e colour d o e s not change for next year, however, here is s o m e advice for incoming Year 12 students...

Use Sard's Wonder Soap!

Juliana Stamp, Year 12.

PREFECTS '89 Aiming For Prefection It was a prefectly fine end to t h e d e c a d e for the 1989 prefects. Be not deceived, for under those coveted gold stars lie the s a m e students who existed before their election into prefectdom. A gold star d o e s not (necessarily) a bossy boots make.

Exercising our role as prefects for the whole school, we joined t h e Year 5s for a Teddy Bears Picnic in the front gardens. Any possible differences in age and a m o u n t of homework per night w e r e soon forgotten as barriers w e r e broken down by t h o s e much loved, slightly defluffed teddies who wanted everyone to play games and b e c o m e so a b s o r b e d in t h e treasure hunt that no o n e would notice they were eating all t h e food. Of course there was a serious p u r p o s e behind this bearly disguised excuse for having s o m e fun and this was t o encourage communication b e t w e e n sections of the school.

Sadly, we were unable to have Teddy Bears picnics with every year level in t h e school, so a prefect attended |SS and Middle School SRC and Year I 1 committee meetings instead.

The fun is not over yet. A talent quest has b e e n organised and promises t o b e entertaining at t h e very least. A question remains to b e a n s w e r e d — shall we discover t h e next KylieColette-Madonna and d o we get a ten percent cut?

On a m o r e serious note we w e r e also involved in various aspects of the Senior School Church Service at Wesley Uniting Church, and t h e handing out of p r o g r a m s at t h e Gala Concert.

Our annual prefect's netball g a m e was held with t h e Scotch College prefects, but our brilliant skills and tactics were no match for their ..height.

(That's our story and w e ' r e sticking t o it). Our cause was not completely lost, however, as the match was declared a draw.

Along with the fun, t h e r e is a m o r e serious side to being prefects: helping maintain school rules, appearing at official functions, representing the students and the school, and, of course, tram duty. Should you b e pulled u p by a prefect for an infringment of the rules d o not instantly assume w e a r e power hungry tyrants. We have as much right t o b e stressed out a s every other Year 12 student.

On a note of thanks, w e would like t o extend our appreciation to Mrs. McKenzie for her help and encouragement throughout t h e year.

1989 Prefects.

Senior Prefect: Dinusha Joseph. joint Deputy Senior Prefects: Sandra Chin.

Daina Clark.

Stacey Allwood Claire Barton lustine B e n n e t t Ingrid Corrie Gillian Coutts April Donnelly Elizabeth Douglas A n d r e a Frost Yvette Gow A m a n d a Hogg Marnie Hopkins

Vicki H o r e Emma Leary Julie Martin Emma Royal Rachael Scott Jacyl S h a w lodie S t o r e y C a t h e r i n e Svars Belinda T r e m b a t h Katherine Wilkie

MIDDLE SCHOOL Not what d o w e want f r o m Middle School but what d o w e h a v e t o put in?

Writing about Middle School in the middle of t h e year is probably not a good idea. It is winter, end of term and h u n d r e d s of reports have to b e signed. My mind goes back to s o m e rather dispiriting SRC s p e e c h e s which all s e e m e d t o begin with "We want..." and "If you elect m e I'll get you..."

"Typical political aspirants" was what the electors thought and voted accordingly. As usual, good sense prevailed and we have a responsible committee who a r e rather m o r e idealistic and, at t h e s a m e time m o r e practical than the promisers of luxurious c o m m o n rooms and t h e abolishers of uniform.

Speech Night last year was very different. We had a special guest, Mrs. Lorna Chambers, who had been the Honorary Organizer of the Assembly Hall Fund in t h e fifties which culminated in t h e building of an ediface we use almost daily. It was a great achievement and Mrs. Chambers' work was recognised when s h e was presented with a beautiful little MLC gold star with emeralds. She w o r e the brooch that night.

Mrs. Chambers and many other benefactors of t h e school, like Mr. Nevile and Mr. Cato. did not personally benefit from what they gave. This year's Senior School students w e r e responsible for many of t h e improvements in our part of t h e school which they never visit any more. S o m e of our recent school leavers initiated the Middle School Fashion P a r a d e which helped to pay for t h e diving board. We n e e d to b e reminded of this from time t o time.

These examples a r e all of t h e bricks-andmortar variety. Perhaps girls d o n ' t realise how responsive the school is t o change. Two of our brilliant mathematicians, Anne Shelley and |o Masel, a r e trialling for t h e mathematical Olympiad. They have c o m e u p through the Accelerated Maths classes which already jump a year. Clearly w e will have t o think about m o r e vertical timetabling for students like them. Way back we had s o m e very talented gymnasts and with the s u p e r b facilities t h e school now has, even m o r e gym students a r e attracted. Fiona Hart in Year 10 is now at international standard and we all benefit from seeing her.

In any group of p e o p l e t h e r e will b e s o m e whose attitude is "What's in it for me?" Both within and outside t h e school, however, there is a recognition that MLC is a place where, over a very long period of time, staff and students old and new have "put in" whether in money or talent or time or ability. And while we may not instantly receive the benefit, the people who c a m e b e f o r e us provided us with many of t h e assets which we sometimes take for granted but for which the school is renowned, lean Prest, Head of Middle School.

Middle School Drama 1988 Tension mounted during the week prior to the actual performances of the plays which we had tried so hard to perfect. It s e e m e d ages, but the evening of the Drama finally arrived.

The first play was titled "The Man Who Wouldn't Go To Heaven", staged by Berry. This was followed by Nevile's interpretation of "The Lost Ring", an old Indian folk-tale. Then the m o m e n t I had b e e n waiting for arrived. It was time for Cato to perform "Shall We loin the Ladies", an English mystery by J.M. Barry. Whilst t h e other plays were on we had b e e n busy getting ready and even meditating to help calm the over-excited cast. Finally Cato was on stage a n d it s e e m e d only minutes b e f o r e t h e final curtain c a m e down.

The next night Fitchett p e r f o r m e d "Top Table", which at times had the whole audience laughing. Last, but not least, Krome delighted us with the "Odyssey of Runyan ]ones". Then, after a torturous wait the adjudicator c a m e onto the stage announcing that Cato was the winner, with Fitchett second. For everyone involved, t h e many hours of hard work had b e e n worthwhile

I stared u p at the picture, Hung by s o m e o n e who Doesn't know, can't guess, How unsuitable it is to the room.

A room w h e r e sorrow, And t h e pain of waiting, Goes on for hours, Which tick by like years.

Waiting for something, anything, That will tell you your sister's b e t t e r When only a few hours ago, She was dancing across t h e road.

A picture which tries to show Just how beautiful the world can be, Is out of place, In o n e of t h e ugliest places in t h e world.

You sister's laugh, her smile, Her springing steps as she reaches t h e road.

Her hugging your parents, And gaily waving goodbye.

You hear t h e creaking of t h e door, As t h e powerful white figure e n t e r s that terrible room.

You s e e the creases in his skin a s his mouth turns up.

Anna Stewart, Year 11.

And suddenly the picture is in place

Year 9s Get Down and Boogie!

Where was the majority of Year 9 on March 4 and May 27 at 8pm? Most girls would reply, "At the Year 9 Dance."

For the week preceeding t h e t w o dances the most commonly asked question was "What a r e you wearing to the d a n c e ? " Everyone looked so different; it was quite a change from green gingham.

The first d a n c e was quite good with approximately three hundred girls and guys raging the night away in t h e Assembly Hall. The time went so quickly and soon t h e final song was playing. It was "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys. Everyone, being in a tropical mood, swayed away to this last song and looked forward to t h e next dance.

About twelve weeks later t h e second d a n c e was held. This o n e was even better than the first with about t h r e e hundred and fifty girls and guys hitting the d a n c e floor. We enjoyed every single minute, but once again 1 1.30 c a m e and t h e final song was played. This time it was "Eternal Flame" by the Bangles.

Hopefully, t h e Year 9 Dance will b e an "Eternal" event, continuing vear after year.

Thank you to t h e Dance Committee for organising such a fantastic event.

Jenny Gee Wah, Year 9.

Cabaret This year the Year 10 Theatre Arts group presented "Life S u p p o r t .

The play consisted of four scenes, all set in a hospital waiting room and revolving around an unseen character. Unseen that is, until the last scene when she enters t h e play with a vengeance.

The a t m o s p h e r e was created using various effects, from a flashing red light to nurses bringing false teeth around t o all the tables.

The meal and service was excellent and combined with t h e theatrical talents of the girls to make the c a b a r e t a most enjoyable occasion.

Cassie Hall, Year 10.

The Picture

Year 10 Cabaret

Sarah Wright.

Middle School S.R.C. After six months of "Will I get in?" and "vote for m e or you die" the new S.R.C. is now in office.

The new student council promises many new changes, including open air meetings, an S.R.C. information board and S.R.C. u p d a t e s during assembly. Organization of t h e annual fashion p a r a d e has already begun, t h e p r o c e e d s of which will go towards a much requested telephone. All this after just o n e meeting.

Vicki Huang, Year 10.

Middle School S.R.C. Year 10 Angela A n d r e w s Vanessa Fahey Year 9 Beth Fuller Shelley Benson Katie G o r e L e n o r e Ellett Emily H o e Vicki H u a n g (chairpersonl Fiona Fang ienny G e e Wah Rebecca Miller Ingrid H o p p e r Phuang Quach Kylie Hudson Sylvie Sliskovic Amy l e e v e s Andrea Trembath Melissa Perks (vice c h a i r p e r s o n Melinda S c h a m b r e and treasurer) (secretary) Brianna Smith

Middle School's Fabulous Fashions.

On the sixth of December 1988, Middle School Girls w e r e crushed as they fought their way t o w a r d s the Betty lackson Hall for the Middle School Fashion Parade. Once inside the hall it was not hard to relax and enjoy the music and t h e fashion.

The models, girls chosen by a panel of SRC members, looked dazzling and s e e m e d to work well as a team. The models, t h e c o m p e r e and technical team had only o n e and a half days of practice before the p a r a d e .

The clothes, courtesy of Diesel, S p e e d o and Flossies, ranged from very casual day-wear right through to the most glamorous of night-time attire. The audience s e e m e d impressed by the clothes and amused at the sight of their friends playing Elle MacPherson.

When I talked to the c o m p e r e , Louise Findlay, she was full of praise for the models and the p a r a d e as a whole. Louise and other m e m b e r s of last year's SRC a r e most anxious that t h e fashion p a r a d e should continue as it is lots of fun for all involved.

Money raised for t h e p a r a d e is still in SRC funds; it is hoped that this m o n e y will b e used for the much n e e d e d telephone in Nevile Wing.

A total of close to $400 was raised from just two parades.

Jane Libbis, Year 10.

Fashion P a r a d e

Outward Bound This year's Outward Bound, as in many other years, was extremely enjoyable. Numerous girls braved the elements for a bit of good, hardworking fun.

At t h e start no o n e knew quite what t o expect. Digging holes for toilets and t h e thought of no showers turned people off but we soon discovered that it wasn't all that bad. Towards t h e end most groups worked out a routine for all t h e chores.

On the first day we w e r e introduced to our c a m p leader from Outward Bound. Then we got a brief description of what to expect. After that, t h e vital decisions: what clothes to bring. No o n e was really sure. Then we w e r e distributed with vital equipment: sleeping bags, back packs, ground sheets and biwies.

The course consisted of a r o p e s course, cooking, a long walk t o many of t h e destinations, more walking, abseiling and rock climbing, rafting and e v e r y o n e ' s favorite, bivvy day. Bivvy day consisted of doing absolutely nothing.

Food on Outward Bound was fairly good.

Everyone got used to Black and Gold label products: dry biscuits, cheese, corned beef, beetroot, c r e a m e d corn, unsliced b r e a d and d e h y d r a t e d vegetables. Stew was a favorite for tea and porridge b e c a m e a favorite at breakfast.

We also had coffee, tea and Quik.

Shelter was a plastic sheet tied with cords, with a ground sheet and a sleeping b a g for a bed. Most people in my group used their beloved backpack as a pillow.

The only thing everyone missed, except for their beds, was Melbourne water. The water t h e r e was not safe to drink without first adding iodine. True, iodine is used a lot in Science, but it is also used extensively t o purify water. If you didn't iodise the water you got the d r e a d e d lurgy.

Overall, Outward Bound was a once-in-alifetime experience everyone should do. Fun in t h e outback where favorite conversations included McDonalds and constipation. I'm sure — even if they don't think so — that everyone enjoyed Outward Bound.

Natasha Otzen, Year 9.

MY FRIEND Silence falls between us. Enjoying my sandwiches, I accidentally look across to my friend's face. Sitting on the seat beside m e is an expressionless person. Her hair is blond, short and well cut. Her bright, cerulean eyes, staring straight a h e a d , show m e that s h e is d e e p in contemplation.

What is s h e cogitating about? Is she ruminating over t h e hardships of school? Or musing over the m e m o r y of happy times w e had last year? It has always b e e n a mystery to me. She s e e m s to k e e p everything to herself and never shows her true feelings. Crossing o n e leg over t h e o t h e r she continues with her endless thoughts.

She can b e buried in her d e e p meditation forever, unless s o m e of her garrulous friends c o m e along. Then she turns our incommunicativeness into gassiness. Starting t o tell her own jokes, I relax and sit there listening, as usual. When she rattles away, her braces a r e clearly shown. Smiles may a p p e a r from time to time; big a n d cheerful ones.

Once her friends a r e gone, s h e b e c o m e s tongue-tied again. She usually remains t h e s a m e until I start talking t o her. Leaving unwillingly from her secretiveness, she gives m e the simplest response; which is, either "Yes", "No" or "I d o n ' t know". She ends t h e conversation right away. Does this mean she tries t o avoid talking t o m e ? I don't know myself. That is why taciturnity always falls between us.

Whenever she wants to, she leaves soundlessly without telling m e where she is going.

She is t h e person that I have known for long, but can never understand.

Patricia Chung, Year 10.

J Work Experience Year 10 From Monday ]une 19th until Friday |une 30th all Year 10 students wore their best clothes t o their work experience placements. They spent two weeks observing and learning about jobs they a r e interested in. Most students, although they have changed their minds a b o u t the workforce thoroughly enjoyed their placements and the chance of experiencing their possible future profession.

Cassie Hall, Year 10.

JUNIOR SECONDARY SCHOOL

Interview with Mrs Keller

Those at the Gala Concert would have noticed a large section of t h e program missing this year.

None of the (unior Secondary School choirs were available t o entertain us with their sweet voices. They w e r e either in the audience or at h o m e in b e d having d o n e their fair share of entertainment for t h e year.

This year t h e Year 6, 7 and 8 choirs put on their own musical productions. Christopher Columbus' was p e r f o r m e d by Year 6, The Hobbit' was p r o d u c e d by Year 7 and finally Cool In The Furnace' was staged by the Year 8s. The JSS is also preparing for their Spring Concert to b e held later this year Speaking of Spring, 1989 was the year of t h e "sunrise class", a new program introduced into Year 7 at t h e beginning of the year. The idea of this class was to encourage students to learn independently using computers as a tool. The project's aim was also t o develop thinking and research skills a m o n g Year 7s. Only o n e class of mixed ability students was fortunate enough to have the program this year. Organised by Mr. Mapp, Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Atherton, the sunrise class "proved to b e a very successful venture" in t h e words of Mrs. Keller. Next year there will b e m o r e sunrise classes introduced.

This year's )SS is a group of girls who occasionally sing at old p e o p l e ' s homes and have managed to c o m e u p with s o m e suggestions for recycling rubbish, through their SRC. Mrs. Keller speaks very encouragingly of t h e |SS. "I know we have a few scruffy girls and a few rude ones," she smiles. "But basically they are an enthusiastic, friendly bunch."

Kathya Martyres, Year 11.

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DREAMS...JSS Drama Festival 1988

O n e of the many interesting projects undertaken by last year's Maths in Practice girls was the construction of bridges out of toothpicks. Will we s e e a wave of civil engineers rise through the school as a result? Read on and judge for yourself as Lisa McLennan recalls how the action unfolded.

The |SS Drama Festival for 1988 was held late last year The t h e m e for t h e productions was dreams, with each house presenting a short play depicting a type of dream. The festival was not a competition but there was an adjudicator who m a d e c o m m e n t s at the end.

Berry presented a mystery d r e a m while Cato's play was a real life d r e a m in which the main characters went on a trip around t h e world.

Krome's play was a nightmare and a teenr o m a n c e was presented by Nevile. Fitchett's play was a fantasy about fairy-tale characters.

The whole program was very entertaining and offered a great variety of plays.

Claire Thomas, Year 8.

The bridges were built on cardboard bases using toothpicks and PVA glue. There were many specifications. The bridges were only allowed to touch the c a r d b o a r d b a s e in two small pylon areas and t h e r e had to b e room for a p a p e r boat to fit underneath t h e span and for a w o o d e n car t o travel over the bridge itself.

PVA glue was the only adhesive allowed and we w e r e restricted to less than 300 toothpicks.

The designs varied a great deal in the pylon sections but most of t h e s p a n s w e r e basically of a triangular design. Most had two levels on the span while a couple w e r e great towering structures. Everyone was liberal with the glue.

Constructing my toothpick bridge I developed large pyramids in the pylons with offshoots to support the span. The floor of the span was m a d e of many criss-crossing b e a m s and the walls were m a d e of triangles standing side by side with width-way b e a m s on the apexes.

During o n e lesson we tested the strength of t h e bridges with weights that we suspended from the wooden car in t h e centre of the bridge. The strongest two bridges were able to withstand m o r e than eleven kilograms. My bridge s n a p p e d into t h r e e pieces at two and a half kilograms.

Year 8 Speech Afternoon

He died in t h e end as you will see, I'm glad he didn't marry me, He might have c h o p p e d and hung my head, Like people in t h e olden days said.

To t h e rest of the school, Wednesday December 7, 1988, may have b e e n insignificant, but for the Year 8s it was their big day. Speech Afternoon marked the end of Junior Secondary School and the beginning of Middle School.

Participation c a m e from the Music School, the PE Department and the OLCD Department. The Music School was r e p r e s e n t e d by a string quartet and the Year 8 choir presented excellent vocal and instrumental pieces. A fantastic display of gymnastics and d a n c e was performed by the gym club. Voice and Speech, and Drama students presented a play on t h e t h e m e of "Reflections" based on t h e novel "The Endless S t e p p e " (about a girl experiencing difficulty settling in because she is different to everyone else|.

The highlight of the afternoon was t h e presentation of certificates, awards and prizes by Mrs. Helen Adam, President of the Old Collegian's Club.

The afternoon concluded with everyone singing the Dismissal Hymn.

Helen Thomas, Year 6

lenny Gee Wah, Year 9.

Henry the Eighth had six wives, S o m e of them had very short lives, He c h o p p e d off their h e a d s with a great big wack, For what they did, to get t h e m back.

He had s o m e children, Elizabeth and Mary.

They n e e d e d to b e very wary, For he c h o p p e d t h e h e a d s of Anne and Max, With a very sharp and strong axe.

Simon's Seoulful Experience In October 1988 a dedicated Olympic water polo player, Simon Asher, visited 7H during a Maths lesson. Simon is t h e brother of Louise Asher, our Maths teacher.

After living and training at t h e Institute of Sport in Canberra, Simon was chosen to r e p r e s e n t Australia in water polo. At 21 years of a g e h e is young to b e part of t h e Olympic team.

According to Simon most water polo players d o not reach their peak until a b o u t 28.

Simon wore his official Akubra and yellow Drizabone. These were t h e clothes they wore at the opening ceremony.

Time soon ran out but we didn't want Simon t o leave. Everyone wanted his autograph but only a b o u t eight people managed t o get it because t h e bell rang and it was time for History!

Kate Symes,

PUBLIC TRANSPORT is....

Unpredictable Boys Limited s p a c e Intolerable Crowded Trinity Rowdy Airless Noisy Squashy Pushy Overloaded Rampacked Torturous by 7D

Thoughts from JSS

The New Silver Star

I think that the new sterling silver star is a waste of money. It d o e s look great, but twenty-six dollars for a star is ridiculous! I think t h e old star is fine and if you look after it well then it will last for a while. It is fine to buy a new star but think of what t h e money could d o for a child in a third world country.

Pereka Gray, Year 8.

Assembly I sit and watch my hymn turn to scribble, the words no longer legible. Must we sit through this every second day of our school life? What's this? A new attraction — eating the plastic which is trying to protect our hymn books from wear and tear.

"Stand u p girls, sing n u m b e r 36, Morning Has Broken."

The half-hearted singing fills only half t h e Assembly Hall.

We sit again.

A visitor to Assembly.

I think I shall go on scribbling but snatches of words c o m e through t o me. I like this, 1 think, a s I listen to what h e has to say.

Very rarely d o e s Assembly interest us, and by t h e time we reach Year 12 our hymn books will b e two pieces of c a r d b o a r d holding twenty or so loose pieces of paper.

We file out after our teachers. What fun as the level of noise increases once more.

Hilary Doyle, Year 8.

The First Day Tears c a m e to my eyes. The day was going m o r e slowly than ever. Why wasn't anyone talking to me? Was there something wrong with my a p p e a r a n c e ?

Teachers kept asking m e questions in class and I kept making a total fool of myself with my answers.

No friends, n o n e at all.

Millions of unfamiliar buildings shot past my bloodshot eyes. Different classrooms, different teachers. How will I ever r e m e m b e r their names? Girls kept giving m e strange unfriendly looks. This had to b e a nightmare. Nothing could b e so awful.

I sat in the corner all alone, nibbling at my lunch, but with no appetite, hoping, praying, that s o m e o n e would talk to me.

1 s u p p o s e I could try talking to o n e of those strangers, but what would 1 say? What would they think of me?

Louise McKenzie, Year 8.

The Year 8 Camp We arrived at the c a m p full of excitement and anticipation. I had b e e n looking forward to the c a m p since last year's girls had returned from theirs. All t h e reports 1 had heard w e r e glowing, and I had conjured images of small dilapidated huts, a warm campfire and terrific midnight feasts.

When we entered the gates of Valley Homestead that image was shot to pieces. It was m o r e attractive than I had ever imagined and the facilities looked terrific.

Our class was to sleep out on t h e first night.

This announcement was m e t with cries of dismay because we all wanted a night under cover to settle in. Yet we knew we couldn't change the plan, and begrudgingly accepted our fate.

Before night fall we did a Getting to Know You course where we all split u p into groups with girls we didn't know. Everyone was put though a confidence course w h e r e w e had to rely on others in the g r o u p to help complete certain tasks. This was great fun, but p e r h a p s a little scary for some. Finally all t h e obtacles w e r e conquered and everyone t r o o p e d back to the cabins. Our class packed ready t o leave for the great outdoors, or was it really so great...?

Cooking dinner was a trial and error experience. The girls who w e r e sharing my tent w e r e just as good as cooking as I was, and that isn't meant to b e a compliment. Here is a list of d o s and d o nots for camping out, even if you d o have plenty of food to destroy, as we did.

1.

Never crack the eggs into a pan without greasing it first.

2.

Never melt the butter in the pan for t o o long as this may cause an explosion.

3.

Never use your mouth to blow out a fire in the pan.

4.

ALWAYS pack a peeler.

5.

Never peel potatoes with a knive.

6.

Always bring a large packet of bandaids to patch u p wounds caused by clumsy fingers peeling potatoes.

7.

Never fill the billy all t h e way to the t o p and expect it to b e boiling by t h e end of t h e week.

8.

ALWAYS bring a can o p e n e r and s o m e emergency supplies, just in case you starve, like we did!

9.

Never make the pancake batter in o n e of your mugs and then decide you want a drink.

10. Finally, ALWAYS TAKE A PILLOW! Pity those who don't follow the golden rules.

As you can probably guess I didn't have t h e most enjoyable of nights. I'm glad we slept out the first night — it rained t h e next two nights!

The next day everyone was tired. Towards the end of t h e day, no one could walk, let alone tag along for t h e free swim offered. The girls in my cabin just flopped onto their b e d s and didn't move until dinner, when we w e r e suddenly revived a n d ready to go.

I gulped down my food and for the life of me I can't r e m e m b e r what was served, I was that hungry. I d o r e m e m b e r s o m e o n e muttering about t h e watered-down chocolate pudding being cooked in the s a m e tin as t h e burnt lasagne.

After everyone was in their cabins for t h e night we talked for a while and eventually dozed off, under the threat of teachers patrolling the corridor.

Seven of us w e r e awakened early the next morning by s o m e o n e ' s singing.

"Knock it off,'' c a m e a mumbled voice, as s o m e o n e tried to block out t h e sound with a pillow.

"La d e e dar d e e dar," she sang, still asleep, with no idea what s h e was doing.

"KNOCK IT OFF!'' the rest of us chorused simultaneously, throwing our pillows at her head.

"Sorry, I always sing just b e f o r e I wake up!" she stated cheerfully, though how a n y o n e can b e so h a p p y at 7 in the morning is b e y o n d me.

Our room, cabin 10, was on breakfast duty that morning so we all hurried t o get dressed, anxious t o see what was for breakfast. Once breakfast was out of the way e v e r y o n e was bundled off to the r o p e s course, t h e stamina course and t h e art course.

The r o p e s were really fun a n d everyone managed a laugh or two. The art was, well, arty and for non-sporty types like m e the stamina course was just plain horrific.

Everyone went swimming that afternoon and we had the time of our lives. The rapids w e r e really fun although no one e s c a p e d without doing themselves an injury. 1 have never b e e n in a flowing river like that before a n d I was a m a z e d at its crystal clear freshness.

Like all good things, however, t h e c a m p e n d e d t h e next day but not before 8H staged a gala p e r f o r m a n c e for the 8C people t h e night before.

I was sad t o leave, but glad to b e going home. I wished it could have gone on forever.

When I arrived h o m e I didn't shut u p for a week and even after t h e holidays I managed to b o r e my family with "On c a m p we did t h e best..."

Kelly Chandler, Year 8.

MLC Junior School Little sweet lunior School girls, running a r o u n d in brightly coloured smocks.

Swinging on the monkey bars and climbing on the climbing frame.

Running around playing Scare-Crow tiggy, Yelling, screaming and having all sorts of fun, Little sweet Junior School girls.

Secondary School When you get to Junior Secondary School, pushing and shoving to get food at the tuck.

No m o r e b a r s or climbing frames, just walking or talking at lunchtime.

Loads of homework, your bag gets heavier, When you get to Junior Secondary School.

Cross-age tutoring There is no better way of communicating with younger students in t h e school than becoming a cross-age tutor. This enables Year 12's to socialize with Year 6, 7, and 8 girls b e f o r e school, and also to involve themselves in Junior Secondary School activities which included a pizza lunch, helping with fund-raising stalls and marking the roll.

I enjoyed this worthwhile experience immmensely and formed many new friendships.

Sonia Turecek, Year 12.

My Locker

Middle School When you're in Middle School work gets harder and m o r e important.

Keeping u p with the fashion and not being daggy, loads of books and folders t o carry.

When you're in Middle School.

His n a m e is Tim He's m a d e of metal, he gets hungry and eats things like my diary and other books.

Names and d a t e s are left behind by t h e owners before.

A sport uniform left in t h e r e d o e s not worry him.

Good old trusty Tim.

Senior School When you get to Senior School Loads of homework and studying for tests, Staying u p till 11 or 12 at night doing work, When you get to Senior School.

Hilary Doyle, Year 8

Carolyn Mapp, Year 7.

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Interview with Mrs Pam Dettman Don't ever let a n y o n e tell you that nothing much goes on in Junior School. On t h e contrary, the morning we interviewed Mrs Pam Dettman, t h e new Headmistress of |unior School, we w e r e amazed by t h e frenzy of activity going on around us. The p h o n e was ringing frequently and various p e o p l e w e r e in and out with different problems. In the s p a c e of a few minutes Mrs Dettman had t o deal with tuckshop problems, uniform matters, a question about mathematics materials, a stray dog which had attacked the school s guinea pig, and a five-yearold who simply refused t o d o sport that morning.

Although t h e lunior School is a relatively small part of the total school (it has 250 girls plus t h e kindergarten), Mrs Dettman is determined to ensure that it holds its place as an important part of the MLC community. S h e is quick to remind us that a great deal of a child's intellectual potential is determined in the early years, and that attitudes and skills developed at this stage can have far-reaching implications for t h e rest of the child's school years and for her long-term education.

Mrs Dettman says that t h e |unior School curriculum has changed s o m e w h a t this year.

First, there has b e e n a swing towards science, with a major focus being on the environment.

Very basic physics is also being taught and it is c o m m o n to s e e girls building models to investigate pulleys and levers, or grappling with such problems on LOGO at computer time.

Computer work has b e e n given a boost this year with the a p p o i n t m e n t of Mr. Steve Costa as Deputy Head of the )unior School. Mr. Costa's area of special expertise is primary computer education and both staff and students are reaping the benefit of his knowledge. Another innovation this year has b e e n t h e introduction of German to Years 1 - 5. Mrs Dettman says that

learning a second language not only gives girls a useful skill but aids general academic development, increases understanding of their own language, and developes a healthy curiosity a b o u t other cultures. We also heard that the study of sign language has b e e n greatly e x p a n d e d recently and that many junior School girls a r e becoming quite skilled at it.

This all sounds rather heavy' but from what we heard the |unior School girls still have a lot of fun. So far this year t h e Grade 4s have been orienteering in the Grampians, t h e Grade 5s have b e e n on a c a m p at historical Swan Hill, t h e r e have been several excursions to other interesting places, and t h e r e have b e e n visits to t h e school by a ballet t r o u p e and t h e Theatre of the Deaf. The Teddy Bears' Picnic, organised by t h e School Prefects for t h e Grade 5 students was also great fun. On a regular basis t h e girls can d o extra-curricular gym, speech, drama, swimming, chess and orchestra. At the moment, a 70-member lunior School choir is rehearsing for an item at the Gala Concert. At play time every day all t h e girls a r e enjoying the new playground which was planned a long time ago but which has only just b e e n o p e n e d . They also play cricket, football and netball with the new e q u i p m e n t donated by the Junior School Parents' Association.

Finally we asked Mrs Dettman how she would like to see lunior School in t h e future. Her reply:

"it must b e c o m e an e n v i r o n m e n t in which b o t h s t u d e n t s and staff work co-operatively to d e v e l o p their various t a l e n t s a n d in which individuals c o m e t o believe t h a t t h e y have t h e p o w e r a n d t h e w i s d o m t o bring a b o u t positive c h a n g e . This is a g r e a t c h a l l e n g e . "

A Rocket Mum got SO angry with my brother and me, she sent us in a rocket to Mars. So we packed our b a g s and flew into space. We felt that we were going so fast, we didn't even know how to steer!

When w e landed on Mars we found it freezing, so we put on our scarves so we wouldn't get a cold, then w e got a nice warm drink and sat down to think. We wanted to go to sleep but we knew we would b e t o o scared to, so w e cuddled each other and went fast asleep. After breakfast at nine o'clock we got our rocket ready and flew back h o m e . My brother steered very carefully and I sat down with my seat belt on. In t h e middle of the driving 1 said t o Timothy, "Do you think Mummy will b e glad when we c o m e back?" "I d o n ' t know but I think the answer will b e no because she was SO angry with us. That's why she sent us to Mars."

Then t h e rocket was quiet b e c a u s e we wanted to have a quiet time for o n e hour. I was thinking but Timothy couldn't because he had to concentrate on driving the rocket. When we were a b o u t to land everyone was waving and Mum and Dad too. I cried a little bit because I missed my Mum and Dad. When we got out Timothy and 1 ran and cuddled Mum and Dad. 1 said, "We missed you." "So did we," said Mum and Dad. They drove us home. 1 said to my Mum, "It was freezing cold there." "I thought it would b e , " said Mum. When we got h o m e I went t o my b e d r o o m and I saw a pot of flowers with a note that said "Welcome home!!!" In Timothy's room was a letter with special p a p e r over it. The note said, "Dear Timothy, welcome home, w e love you very much. There is a present for you. From Mum a n d Dad." He o p e n e d t h e present. It was a racing car! Timothy loves racing cars!

Tracy Wiegard, Year 4.

Louise Bales and Anna Stewart, Year 11.

The Night's Catch In the darkest dungeon.

Late at night, A huge, fat spider, Made his STRIKE! The unfortunate victim, Was stolen from his b e d .

All through t h e night, You could hear his head, Bouncing on t h e d u n g e o n floor...

Katie Chmiel, Year 5.

Caterpillar, Furry, Creature, Moving slowly around, Longing to b e a butterfly, Insect.

Linda Forsyth, Year 5.

Raining.

Very boring. lumping in mud puddles.

Freezing t e m p e r a t u r e s cause colds.

Achoo!

Amelia Gourley, Year 5.

Panda, Soft, s w e e t , cuddly.

Furry, fat a n d fussy.

Sits on a rock a n d e a t s b a m b o o .

Playful.

Kirsty Morris, Year 5.

LEFT Mrs D e t t m a n and girls celebrate the opening of t h e School new Junior Playground

The Witches' Brawl!

Late last night, In a cold spooky house, Ten tall hags held a furious fight.

With armour of shield, cricket b a t s and all.

These witches had a time of a ball.

Suddenly there was a crash, For o n e of the witches had b e e n bashed, Then m o r e and m o r e got smashed.

Finally there was a winner of t h e ugly crones, She had t h e meanest, biggest, strongest bones.

Dawn Senathi-Raja, Year 5.

Jam | a m is nice And so a r e mice jam is red On my b r e a d I'm glad t h a t jam is s w e e t Now I close t h e cupboard door and go t o b e d !

Erin Holloway, Year 3.

Swan Hill Camp On the bus to Sandhurst Town, No o n e with a frown.

Children running to a n d fro, Then on the bus t o t h e Light and Sound show.

We went to the Pioneer Settlement, To t h e Nyar Forest and spent every cent.

We learned how to write with a quill.

I had a wonderful time at Swan Hill.

Belinda Wright. Year 5.

Chess There w e r e two men. They went for a walk and fell down a hole. The men saw a chess board. A giant c a m e out. He said "Whoever loses will die!" The two men knew how to play chess.

They played chess. The two m e n died.

Half an hour later t h e girlfriend fell down the hole. The giant said "Do you want t o s e e your boyfriend?" "Yes." said t h e girlfriend, "I d o " .

S h e saw him. He was d e a d .

She ran out and told everyone. No o n e went t h e r e again except t h e p e o p l e who lived there.

They w e r e careful a b o u t the giant. People went to the m e n ' s funerals. No o n e fell in.

O n e day s o m e o n e fell in. He won. The giant died. Everyone in t h e town had a party.

Everyone was so happy. No o n e wanted to play chess with him because they knew how good he was at chess. He played with his son instead.

Alexandra O'Keefe, Year 2.

The Opening of our New Playground On Wednesday 14 |une, junior School's new playground was officially o p e n e d . At the ceremony were Mr. David Loader, t h e principal of t h e whole MLC, Mrs. Pam Dettman, the headmistress of junior School, Mrs. loan Forster, a former headmistress and Mrs. |oy Dale, another former headmistress. Mothers of the students were invited to c o m e along, too. Before this opening, which started in the Junior School hall, students were asked t o blow u p 300 green and white balloons. They w e r e strewn absolutely all over junior School.

The ceremony started at 2.30. First there were the welcomes and the thankyous and then all the students sang The Vision Splendid, o n e of MLC's school songs.

After that a few girls recited s o m e poems. The p o e m s w e r e good — the girls had m a d e them up all by themselves. A few s p e e c h e s w e r e m a d e and then all the girls sang Advance Australia Fair.

Then c a m e the best part of all, when the girls w e r e allowed to go into t h e new playground for t h e very first time! Streamers and balloons were all over the play equipment. The balloons and streamers w e r e green and white a n d the play equipment was white and red and green so it looked a bit like Christmas. There was also a little stream.

When all t h e girls w e r e in the new playground, Mrs. Dettman decided to slide down t h e new red slide. The girls counted down from 10.

When they got to zero, zoom went Mrs. Dettman! Everyone clapped and c h e e r e d when she got to t h e bottom. Mr. Steven Costa, a teacher at MLC, also decided to go down the slide. He slid down, grabbing an over-hanging balloon as he went by. The students started insisting that Mr. Loader go down t h e slide as well. He did!

Then the students went over to a place near t h e tuckshop and started eating fairy b r e a d and drinking cordial. Nearly e v e r y o n e got a green or white balloon. At first t h e teachers insisted that only o n e piece of fairy b r e a d was allowed, but there w e r e lots left over so seconds and thirds were allowed.

Soon it was 2.50. It was time for t h e ceremony t o end and for everyone to go home.

Lillian Cheong, Year 5.

Have You Ever Seen a Duck?

Have you ever seen a duck skiing?

It always falls on its bottom.

Then it gets up again.

Amy Nelson, Year 3.

The Grampians On the April 25, 4B, 4C, and 4S went to t h e Grampians for a camp. It took five hours and seventeen minutes to get there. Before we got off the bus our teachers told us who we w e r e sleeping with. When we got in our cabins w e unpacked. Then we went to talk a b o u t the rules with David and Alana (they w e r e our leaders).

O n e of our rules was that we had t o go to t h e dining room when t h e bell rang. While David was talking to us Alana went to get a b a b y kangaroo who was 18 months old and her n a m e was Fern. After that we went on a walk with David to s e e what we would b e doing during t h e camp. David took us to s e e t h e r o p e course and t h e flying fox. That night after dinner David s h o w e d us s o m e slides of different animals, trees, and plants.

On the second day we went on the r o p e course. These are the things w e did in t h e r o p e course: criss cross, tight rope, Tarzan swing, hanging vine, kitten crawl, leopard crawl, sloping log, p o s t m a n ' s walk, swinging log, stirrups.

Burmese bridge, and t h e weaving line. After that we went on the flying fox. It feels like the wind is blowing you back. After dinner w e went possum "hunting" and we found a few possums.

The third night c a m e and w e had hamburgers for tea. Then we went on a reflector trail (which is a trail w h e r e you have to look for the reflectors in t h e trees). But first we w e r e divided into our groups. When all the groups w e r e back from the reflector trail we toasted marshmallows.

On the fourth day we climbed Piccaninny mountain. When we w e r e at t h e t o p it was very misty but when we were near t h e t o p w e had a good view of everything. After we had our lunch u p there we looked for a different way to get down. The way we c a m e down Piccaninny was very slippery but we managed t o get down.

My favourite part of the c a m p was when I went on t h e flying fox. Before w e got on the bus to go h o m e we had our p h o t o s taken. We all gained a lot of experience from the c a m p such as being away from home, coping by ourselves, staying in a place with different surroundings, not seeing our parents, getting u p early, sleeping with other people, eating different food, but most importantly to b e able to see and respect our natural environment and to know why we should protect our environment.

Belinda Choon, Year 4.

REWIN' IT UP Rev. Sterner

Rev. Page

If y'all jest think back and r e m e m b e r the rev'rend thit used t o geet u p e a n d talk in Ass'mbly, y'all jest r e m e m b e r Rev'rend Sterner".

Well actually I'm over emphasising the American accent a little here, but yes, Rev. Sterner is originally from Pennsylvania, U.S.A. She has b e e n living in Australia for 22 years and still has her accent — well blow m e down!

Why c o m e to Australia you may well ask? I did ask, and discovered that in 1964, as a Rotary exchange student Rev. Sterner m a d e her way across the sea in search of adventure. In those days Australia would have seemed at t h e end of t h e earth — which it still is! But Rev. Sterner loved it.

In fact Rev. Sterner loved Australia (and him) so much she returned a year later and married.

She now has t h r e e children aged 18, 16, and 15 years.

Initially Rev. Sterner acquired a B.A. at university and taught mathematics, later spending a year with a family in San Francisco.

You a r e probably wondering how a maths teacher could now b e a respected religious figure at MLC. It wasn't until July 1980 after many despairing m o m e n t s and a divorce, that Rev. Sterner found God, a union which began to transfer her life.

Five years later in 1985 she b e c a m e an official candidate for t h e ministry. During this time she had acquired a B.A. in Theology.

MLC was graced with Rev. Sterner's presence for a term in 1987 as o n e of our chaplains.

Being a career w o m a n and loving a challenge she then b e c a m e further involved teaching R.E. to years prep, t o 5 in Junior School and also years 8 and 11. She also conducts assemblies in all four levels of t h e school and takes chapel services for t h e school and t h e b o a r d e r s in her "spare time". She p o p s a few church services and weddings into her busy schedule and also conducts t h e occasional baptism and funeral.

Rev. Sterner's main h o p e for t h e girls at MLC is to b e OPEN t o spiritual things, without turning off before hearing the message.

One of her favourite verses in the Bible is Phillipines 4:13 "I can d o all things through Christ, who strengthens m e ".

Rev. Sterner is always available for girls to go and talk to a b o u t any concerns or interests. She is very easy t o a p p r o a c h and can b e found in Special Services. Just listen for t h e voice with t h e hint of Yankee Doodle and you won't miss her.

Jacyl Shaw, Year 12.

Can reverends wear black leather jackets, burl around on motorbikes and contemplate the ultimate "wheelie" in their s p a r e time? Matter of fact — they can! A case in point is Ms. Page, a familiar face in t h e surroundings of our college for t h e last four years.

Ms. Page hasn't always b e e n a reverend. After completing Year 12 in Adelaide she b e c a m e a bank clerk but two years was enough in that line of work and she eventually resigned due to a lack of job satisfaction.

Coming from a religious background may have b e e n of s o m e influence in Ms. Page's ultimate career choice but it wasn't until a public relations exercise organised by a local theological college that she saw the light. Her initial reason for going to this function had been to "check out the talent" but she c a m e away with s o m e stronger feelings t o w a r d s God and joining the ministry.

To b e c o m e a Churches of Christ minister meant Ms. Page had to c o m e to Melbourne to study, so she did just that. After s o m e

frustrations with the Churches of Christ she transferred her studies to the Uniting Church which s e e m e d m o r e favourable t o her beliefs.

After being ordained Ms. Page's first appointment was at a church and lasted for two years. Then after a year teaching at PLC she m a d e t h e move to MLC. Ms. Page has been married for two years to a chap w h o rides a motorbike. On w e e k e n d s they sometimes like to ride into t h e countryside either on separate bikes or with Ms. Page sitting in the attached buggy!

Ms. Page feels that her role as chaplain has two main aspects.

1.

Pastoral Care. That m e a n s assisting individuals to explore their spirituality through avenues like identity, relationships and God. 2.

Making Christianity a reality that is shown in concern for and service to t h e world, especially the poor and powerless.

Ms. Page is now finding less resistance t o the concept of Christianity, especially in her Year 12 religious studies classes. Her aim is t o help p e o p l e realise that Christianity is alive and is not r e m o t e and old-fashioned.

Jacyl Shaw, Year 12.

Rev. John Smith: Opening our eyes O n e morning in May a rare hush fell over a packed assembly of Senior School students. O n e man held their attention for a full forty minutes as he spoke on topics ranging from sex to suicide.

The Reverend ]ohn Smith, president of Melbourne's God's Squad, has earned a place in t h e history of t h e school as o n e of our most fascinating and eloquent speakers.

He titled his a d d r e s s Life According to Dolly, Cleo and Cosmopolitan'. By way of introduction he canvassed t h e alarming rates of suicide a m o n g Australia's youth, on both a physical and mental level.

Popular w o m e n ' s magazines were the main target of his talk and w e r e used as examples t o d e m o n s t r a t e the way in which advertising and the media a t t e m p t to dictate w o m e n ' s values.

Rev. John Smith (right of picture! with t w o c o l l e a g u e s f r o m Melbourne's God's Squad

Magazines, he said, placed unrealistic emphasis on financial and sexual success and if the content of t h e s e publications is taken seriously — women a r e finished! They portray women as objects of pleasure but say nothing of reality or spirituality.

On the subject of love he spoke of his concern at t h e number of unhappy marriages in our society and t h e loneliness e n d u r e d by many men and women. It is better, he a d d e d , to live in a tent where people love each other than to live in a palace where t h e r e is no love.

Of particular relevance t o the students w e r e his views on relationships. He believes the most amazing human sexual organ is in relatively the s a m e place for both men and women — b e t w e e n the ears! Men putting the hard word on women were users, he a d d e d , not lovers.

Rev. Smith also told his audience a b o u t the m e m o r a b l e weekend he spent with the band U2 and how dedicated they w e r e t o creating a m o r e honest society with m o r e realistic values.

He is also good friends with Australian singer Peter Garrett and applauded his dedication to Christianity.

In finishing his address t o t h e students he stressed again that life is not as it a p p e a r s in glossy magazines and that if we a r e to find the ultimate meaning of life we must change our attitudes towards material g o o d s and cosmetic values.

The impact of his talk was reflected in the applause, which continued for ages, and in the discussions which were provoked b e t w e e n both students and staff. We w e r e certainly all given a lot to think about.

Jacki Dillon, Year 11.

Christian Fellowship This year, the Christian Fellowship met in the chapel every Thursday lunchtime. We decided on the chapel because it was equipped with a piano and was one of such places unoccupied during lunchtime. Of course, we could not help hearing strains of S e s a m e Street and Broadway music penetrating t h e walls from the brass e n s e m b l e next door, who also met at t h e same time.

The attendance at CF this year ranged from Year 8 to Year 12. Every week new faces a p p e a r e d as friends w e r e encouraged t o come along. We are not o n e of t h o s e clubs requiring membership, nor d o e s one n e e d to know another person to attend. Our meetings have b e e n rather informal.

During s o m e meetings we shared the week's experiences with each other and at other times we had a set topic which encouraged a lot of discussion. With our plentiful supply of pianists and song books we also sang scripture choruses.

I know all this sounds terribly serious and boring, but that could not b e further from the truth. I guess our happiness was d u e to the informality of our meetings, t h e jokes, t h e laughter, and the conviction that |esus Christ is alive. We did have fun during CF as each meeting was not led by o n e person, but by many who were enthusiastic and encouraging.

Ruth Wong, Year 12.

Winter Walkings Upon St. Francis' The village shadows into the recesses of distance, leaving m e alone with my contemplations. Pine cones scatter randomly across the mossed forest floor, and d o v e s coo in their secret branches. Trails d a r t this way and that, unidentified yet well worn.

The ground crisps underfoot, and my mouth d r a g o n s tendrils of steam as I take each breath.

The firs, erect and crisp-scented, stand guard ensuring the clouds on the blue d o not escape.

My nose is cherried, my h a n d s mittened in chillblains, but my whistle p r a n c e s warm and sunny.

The mountain peaks at my side loom, and the shiny winter sun pokes its rays through the cracks in the d o o r s of the clouds, setting the scene for the e m e r g e n c e of a deer, dressed in its heavy winter coat.

The chapel sneaks around t h e corner, appearing as the clouds depart. Its pointed gables, turrets and brave cross reach heavenward, its shingled back glowing in the sky shine. The russet ripe door is ajar and inviting, asking m e to join it.

St. Francis' Chapel is tiny, timber, timeless. Its cloudy patchwork windows a r e sparked by dancing candle brights. Its alcove is smoking, chimney trailing grey, but it is silently home.

Inside is richly warm, comforting. Little shadowy creaks rustle; patches brighten and dim. The air is musty and of incense, with a hint of a g e and peace. It is hushed, with simply an audible breath able to shatter t h e still. I feel as if I have returned to t h e womb; this is my sanctuary, privately friendly, velvetly safe.

Remnants of prayer and chimes linger in the air, and all is welcomed with ripe serenity.

Footprints Most p e o p l e probably d o not know what Footprints'' is. You probably thought we were a group of strange young people heavily into Christianity. Well you're wrong. True, Footprints is similar to a youth group but it is definitely not a pushy Christian group.

All t h e girls in t h e group a r e either Christians or a r e interested in spiritual issues. But we d o not all go to church regularly or read the Bible every night, or pray b e f o r e we go to bed. We usually look at important topics concerning life, t h e universe and we often discuss social issues.

Footprints encourages student and teacher cooperation, but is predominantly student based.

Rev. Page is our "leader'' although t h e students control t h e meetings. Our group is for people who like to think about issues and discuss their ideas, which we endeavour to d o in a spiritual state of mind. This part of t h e g r o u p m e e t s in t h e Special Services Department every second Thursday. We also arrange social activities such as going t o the movies.

At our meetings we a r e in control of everything. We sometimes have guest speakers and we also plan some Assemblies and Chapel Services.

We have a leadership c a m p each year with Trinity Grammar. This year's camp, like last year's, was a great success and enjoyed by all.

Natasha Otzen, Year 9.

Emily Power, Year 12.

Teachers' Quotes

EASTER

DR. ANDERSON: "I wouldn't say anything behind your backs that I wouldn't say to your face — in fact I like to s e e you suffer. 1 '

Easter's a very special time, It's not just Easter eggs.

It's a time when |esus died for us, and rose u p from t h e dead.

On Palm Sunday we celebrate t h e way (esus r o d e on this date.

On Good Friday God gave his life especially for us, He rose from the d e a d on Easter Monday and now we have his love.

Georgy Waldie, Year 6

MR. BELL: "Beneath this puny b o d y is a man of steel.''

MRS. RAWLINGS: "Alcohol is sexist."

MR. SNELL: "I had a red pair of shoes that I wore with my purple pants, pink shirt and lime green tie."

MRS. GORDON: "Today in Science we find out how plants d o it!"

MRS. ELTON-BROWN: "Move as quick as sticks.

Sticks m o v e very quickly you know."

MISS COATES (daily): "You all look asleep today."

MRS. WATSON: "Right you are!"

MRS. SMITH: "Girls, the acid will eat your jumpers."

MR. MARTIN: "My mother gave m e this tie. It's a horrible tie!"

DR. ANDERSON: "Don't worry about Silver and Green. Most of it is just m a d e u p anyway."

MR. BELL: "Amsterdam is t h e most interesting place in all of Europe."

MISS MICHELL: "I'll use rabbits just t o pull something out of the hat."

MRS. Fay IOHNSON: "It's very hard t o think things through at MLC." MR. NOTSIS (while delivering an English assignment question): "How d o you prefer boys t o dress...or undress?!"

DR. ANDERSON: "Practically e v e r y o n e w h o can read is a Senator in Tasmania."

DR. ANDERSON: "It used to b e thought that, in elections, w o m e n vote for the most h a n d s o m e man. O n e look at parliament a n d this proves differently."

STUDENT: "Gee, I feel tired."

MISS GARLICK: "Yes. I must say you look positively d e - o o m p h e d . " STUDENT: "Mrs. Hill, a r e you coming to t h e Middle School Drama?"

MRS. HILL: "Middle School Drama? I have Middle School Drama every d a y of my life!"

STUDENT: "I read that in the p a p e r . " MR. MARTIN: "What? You read t h e p a p e r ? Are you sure it wasn't on Neighbours or t h e Flying Dentists?"

MISS GARLICK: "Don't b e sorry, that's a wonderfully sexy voice."

STUDENT: "I've d o n e my homework Mr. Lim." MR. LIM: "Gosh, you've turned into a new leaf!"

JASON DONOVAN: "I know I'm not t h e world's best singer, but I'm willing t o learn!"

MISS GARLICK: "I could lie and say I've left my correction at home, but the fact is, I just haven't d o n e it."

THE YEAR THAT WAS 1988 Senior School Speech Night S p e e c h Night c o m m e n c e d , as usual, with t h e loud c h a t t e r of s t u d e n t s a s t h e y settled d o w n in t h e auditorium of t h e Dallas Brooks Hall.

The evening w a s o p e n e d by t h e Chairman of t h e College Council, Mr. Ian Retford, followed by t w o lovely p i e c e s f r o m Ravel and Tchaikovsky, p e r f o r m e d by o u r Concert O r c h e s t r a . T h e r e w a s also an enthusiastic rendition of Psalm I 50 by t h e Senior School m a s s e d singing. Pieces w e r e also p r e s e n t e d by t h e Senior Madrigals a n d t h e Concert Choir.

Several s t u d e n t s w e r e singled out for a c h i e v e m e n t s of e x c e l l e n c e a n d w e r e a w a r d e d prizes.

The highlight of t h e night f o c u s e d on t h e Year I 2s for w h o m it w a s their last S p e e c h Night. They s a n g a beautiful version of M e m o r i e s a n d b r o u g h t t e a r s t o many an eye, a s well a s their o w n . Several Year I Is also left a n d will b e sadly missed. The night e n d e d traditionally with t h e Dismissal hymn.

Juliana Stamp, Year 12.

KUNTERBUNT Those of you not fortunate enough to have learned German at MLC may not know that KUNTERBUNT is t h e German Department's magazine and is usually produced twice yearly.

The magazine provides an opportunity for all German students t o contribute articles, games, puzzles and recipes in German. Last year the magazine sought t o incorporate relevant information regarding German activities in both t h e wider community and MLC while still engaging the younger r e a d e r s and reinforcing their German language skills.

As only o n e edition was published last year a greater volume of material was available from which to compile t h e magazine. Our enthusiastic team of Kunterbunt class representatives and teachers produced a truly great publication. The German Goethe Institute, after seeing t h e final product, asked MLC German students to p r o d u c e an edition of its own magazine called Rocky this year.

Georgia Stone, Year 12.

The SSSS

Hey Big Spenders!

The Senior School Social Service committee was founded in 1988. It consists of a representative from each tutor group and works to raise money for a nominated charity or organisation.

This year we have decided t o support the work of Reverend |ohn Smith from t h e God's Squad, following his m e m o r a b l e a d d r e s s to the Senior School Assembly.

We began the year with a chocolate drive and have also held a casual clothes day. To d a t e we have raised over S600 and have plans for another chocolate drive soon.

The committee is an ongoing one and we h o p e to see it continue into t h e future.

The oval w a s a riot of colour on t h e d a y of t h e April Fair and we w e r e lucky t o have t h e p r e s e n c e of t h e sun. As w e p a s s e d through t h e f r o n t g a t e s we w e r e g r e e t e d by t h e smell of s a u s a g e s frying, mixed with t h e warm a r o m a of sugar d o u g h n u t s . W h e r e t o go? What to do?

It s e e m s that m o s t of t h e p e o p l e w h o p a s s e d through t h e g a t e s had got it into their h e a d s t o visit t h e s w e e t stall. Raising $ 2 6 7 9 . 0 0 it m a d e m o r e t h a n any o t h e r stall at t h e fair.

We, h o w e v e r , d e c i d e d t o t r e a t o u r s e l v e s to t h e milkshakes kindly p r o v i d e d by t h e rowing girls. Following this w e m a d e a t o u r of t h e fair, noting t h a t t h e r e w a s s o m e t h i n g for e v e r y o n e . Books for t h e b o o k w o r m s , plants for t h e plantaholics a n d abseiling for t h e w e i g h t w a t c h e r s . The abseiling w a s also an exercise for t h e patient. After waiting in t h e q u e u e for ten minutes w e d e c i d e d to s a v e it for later.

Two h o u r s later we left t h e fair feeling c o n t e n t e d , fat a n d utterly b r o k e . With a total sum of $ 3 5 , 2 5 0 . 8 5 raised, t h e April Fair w a s a g r e a t success a n d e n j o y e d by all w h o participated.

Vanessa Crew and Mandy Hogg, Year 12.

Heads of the SSSS.

Checkmate!

The 1989 MLC Chess Club h a s continued to b o u n d from s t r e n g t h t o s t r e n g t h . Through b o t h b l u n d e r s and t r i u m p h s we h a v e m a n a g e d t o maintain our title of t o p c h e s s playing girls' school.

FIDE Master, Guy West, h a s r e t u r n e d for a n o t h e r year of self- i m p o s e d t o r t u r e as our p a t i e n t a n d guiding coach, b u t not without r e w a r d . We convincingly won t h e Individual I 5 Minute, t h e Quickplay a n d t h e Girls Interschool Chess titles for a n o t h e r year, s o t h e walls of MLC will not remain b a r e .

Our t o p side, t h e " M a r a u d e r s " , consists of A m a r u k a Hazari, l o a n n a Masel and myself, while o u r s e c o n d senior t e a m , t h e humbly n a m e d " M e g a s t a r s " b o a s t s l o a n n e Stuart, Synti Ng, Natalie Yang a n d Amelia Chung.

Whilst o u r m o s t senior p l a y e r s a r e in Year I I it s e e m s w e have t a l e n t a n d enthusiasm e n o u g h t o field winning t e a m s . Many of our p l a y e r s have also p l a y e d in S t a t e c o m p e t i t i o n s which s h o w s t h e s t a n d a r d of o u r club. Girls in lunior a n d lunior S e c o n d a r y School a r e m o s t enthusiastic a n d fast improving which p r o m i s e s a successful f u t u r e for t h e y e a r s t o c o m e .

Alison Barton (Chess captain). Year 11.

Year 11 Committee Okay. So we've reached Year I I. The big SS. Senior School. The final two years in which t o corrupt...sorry...shape t h e school into a harmonious community in which we can p r o d u c e brilliant work with which to dazzle and impress our teachers. But let's face it. If all is not well in the common room, how can life as a Year I I go on? That's why w e ' r e here, the Year 1 I Committee.

A committee m e m b e r ' s work is never d o n e .

Every breathing m o m e n t is spent doing the very treacherous LLWR. Yes, committee m e m b e r s a r e put through t h e continual strain and agony of Listening, Looking, Writing and Reporting. Now call it adolescent abuse, call it cruel, call Derryn Hinch, but week after week we scour the MLC grounds and in particular t h e Year I 1 common room searching high and low for things to improve, to get, and get rid of. But! Brilliant as we may seem we cannot d o this task solo. So your mission, should you c h o o s e to accept it, is to help us search for parts of the school that need fixing. We'll listen with open ears, eyes and minds.

Although a stereo system for the common room is a little out of our league, mug cupboards, chairs, rubbish bins and toilet p a p e r a r e right up our alley. As for all the requests that a r e in between, with t h e help of Mrs. Chamberlain we'll d o our darndest!

A. Truscott, Year 11.

Year 11 C o m m i t t e e

Kathya Martyres, Year 1 I.

Carmel Bird After t h e success of Carmel Bird's stay at MLC as Writer in Residence in 1988, we have b e e n blessed with her company again this year.

Mrs. Bird has been available every Monday of this year for consultation with students, particularly those in the Senior School, in relation to their English work. S h e has also lectured to s o m e Year I 2 English classes on the set text Accidental Tourist'. As well, her book Dear Writer' which explores t h e process of writing has been used by many English classes.

Carmel Bird is a much appreciated and valuable resource to both students and teachers, all of whom have found her m e t h o d s of writing fiction most enlightening and useful.

Georgia Stone, Year 12.

Debating The Point The Lost Weekend...

"The object of oratory itself is not truth but persuasion.''

The Year 12 School Debating Team began the year badly with both t e a m s losing the first round, debating t h e topic That the Microchip Will Set Us Free. However, sweet revenge was ours in t h e second round when MLC O n e ' s o p p o n e n t s forfeited, and MLC Two defeated the team which had b e a t e n MLC O n e in t h e first round. A recent victory on August 4th secured School Team O n e a place in t h e quarter final with Year 12 Team Two winning three out of five d e b a t e s . Unfortunately T e a m O n e w a s narrowly d e f e a t e d by Carey in t h e semi-finals.

Debating is not all hard work. Of course there will always b e a churning stomach and a sudden urge to go to the toilet just b e f o r e you begin your speech. The previous speaker has finished his speech and the adjudicator is writing notes for hours, while you sit expectantly with clammy h a n d s and a shivering back. Admittedly, this is t h e worst m o m e n t of a d e b a t o r ' s life, and a recurring o n e which b e c o m e s particularly acute in a house final d e b a t e in front of an audience of several hundred MLC girls. Added t o this there is the waiting period for the adjudicator to give his "verdict". He s p e n d s forever on the score, and when he finally begins he speaks for twenty minutes, informing you that t h e first affirmative speaker "best handled her rebuttal".

Negative aspects aside, there is t h e pleasure derived from winning, from assessing the physical merits of t h e opposition (only if male, of course), and from attempting to k e e p a straight face while explaining how "the pill has b e e n a plus".

A wonderful sense of achievement may b e obtained from sitting around a table eating dinner together. Ten minutes b e f o r e t h e d e b a t e you may decide to begin preparing, but honestly t h e d e b a t e is merely an excuse to miss o n e night s homework. The final enjoyment is derived from the running competition during the d e b a t e in which you and your t e a m m a t e s write down as many derogatory t e r m s t o describe the opposition and adjudicator as possible (particularly if the opposition a p p e a r s to b e winning).

THE DANCE!!! When I think of t h o s e two simple words, not only four hours, but an entire weekend flows speedily through my mind. Along with t h e Year 12 end-of-year festivities (sob, sob..Sue really!!) the d a n c e is THE EVENT guaranteed to b e marked in EVERY Year 12 diary, whether it b e scrawled, sketched or love-hearted!

Although we anticipated the big night just as eagerly as we did last year it s e e m e d to b e a quieter sort of eagerness rather than t h e tiring dizzy hysteria of last S e p t e m b e r . Perhaps this was because we knew what to expect this time, or p e r h a p s because we a r e all in different r o o m s at lunchtime and t h e MASS hysteria had no chance of being created as it had in the c o m m o n room, or p e r h a p s it was because we w e r e so involved in our last House Drama Competition t h e night before. Whatever t h e reason, it was anticipation of a less raucous kind.

Anyway, this is not to say we w e r e less excited: basically we could not wait.

All t h e typical superficial questions such as, "What's your dress like? Oh, that sounds stunning!" and, "Who a r e you taking?" as well as, "What a r e you doing afterwards?" b e c a m e major parts of our conversation. We planned, and organised, and schemed for hours on end.

It all paid off: we had an absolutely wonderful night. Before parties mostly comprised of admiring dresses ("Oh, it's much nicer than I expected!"), clinking glasses, excited hugs, nice- to-meet-you's and clicking of cameras. When we arrived at the Southern Cross Hotel we went through the process again. 1 d o n ' t think 1 have ever given so many hugs in o n e evening.

We w e r e all very impressed with t h e decor of the Australis Room and t h e food served t o us.

The a t m o s p h e r e steadily built as e v e r o n e found their tables, greeted m o r e friends, laughed, joked and ate.

I think t h e climax of the whole evening was just after we'd finished our main course. The DJ turned u p the music all of a s u d d e n and " S h e drives m e crazy" by FYC sent everyone into a frenzy of excitement and craziness. It was quite an incredible moment. As soon as we h e a r d the first beat of that song boom across the huge room t h e r e was an almighty, almost insane scream of joy and a sort of delirious clambering to the d a n c e floor. For the rest of my life that song will bring back special memories of Year 12.

The time passed all too quickly. But of course, t h e night wasn't over at midnight. We piled into cars lor buses!!) and roared off to party t h e rest of the night away and half of Sunday, too! Yes, of course w e could stay awake for thirty-six hours! W e w e r e all walking zombies on Monday, not to mention utter piglets! We consumed an entire vending-machine of food by the end of t h e day!! Honestly, girls!!

Homework on that weekend? You've got t o b e joking! I really d o n ' t think o n e of us touched a book. It felt so good!

Susannah Tymms, Year 12.

In Senior House Debating Nevile and Fitchett argued their way to the final. Thus, as the senior girls filed into t h e Assembly Hall on Monday May 1st, six Fitchett and Nevile girls congregated on the stage to bid each other nervous salutations of good luck. As the d e b a t e c o m m e n c e d it was amusing to notice t h e small huddle of R.E. teachers seated at the back of t h e hall. Their sudden interest in debating was probably due t o the fact that the topic of t h e d e b a t e was That God is Dead, chosen with such diplomacy by the debating c o o r d i n a t o r . Of even m o r e interest were t h e reactions of t h e R.E. teachers, who listened eagerly to the speeches of Nevile, the negative team arguing that God is NOT dead.

Despite my reservations a b o u t debating a topic in which I would b e compromising my own principles, I enjoyed arguing that God is dead.

Both t e a m s performed marvellously, with the end result being victory to Fitchett by seven points.

Julia Pryor, Year 12.

More Teachers' Quotes MRS. SMITH: "..and all t h e little water molecules a r e holding hands."

MS. IOHNSTON: "There's a lot to b e said for marrying for money."

MR. FRY: "Sarah, have you b e e n to see a psychiatrist lately? Did he say you w e r e normal?"

MISS TREMLETT: "Traffic flows at the rate of 30 cows per hour."

MR. FRY: "In the past ninety-three years I've b e e n teaching at MLC..."

DR. CASTLES: "Do penguins quack?"

DR. ANDERSON: "I tell lies. Didn't you realise?"

MR. PRYKE: "Tell m e if I start t o dribble."

MR. EDGOOSE (on scratching chalk down t h e blackboard): "There you a r e — a new instrument for t h e GALAH Concert."

MS. PATTERSON: "If I haven't heard of a word it probably doesn't exist."

DR. ANDERSON: "You won't always find examiners as intelligent as me."

MR. FRY: "He o p e n e d his jeans and T-shirt..."

MISS TREMLETT: "I was just wondering what you had to d o outside that you had to wear your tights outside."

MR. FRY: "Oh, have you got m o r e than o n e Rachael in this school?"

MR. EDGOOSE: "Maybe it's picked u p like you pick u p things in t h e school shelter sheds."

MRS. SMITH: "That's kiddiwinks stuff."

DR. ANDERSON: "Women a r e always worth inspecting and talking about."

MRS. ELTON-BROWN: "I'm not even being my usual cynical, sarcastic self."

MR. McGRATH: "I am the Messiah of Accounting."

MS. PATTERSON: "If you d o n ' t shut u p I'll extend the undie metaphor."

MR. BELL: "I was getting very excited by this stage."

Taking Care of Business Life in the Business School is different from any other part of t h e MLC community. Like everything in life it has its bad points and good points. However, most of the students appreciate t h e practical bias of the course This practicality is only suited to a certain type of student.

A big plus in doing t h e Business Course is that our skills a r e well sought after in the work force.

We also get an extensive insight into the work environment through t h e course's work experience program. Many girls achieve positive and successful results from work experience and s o m e are given references or even a job! As many of us a r e going straight into employment once we leave MLC this insight is a valuable and m e m o r a b l e one.

The Business School is not as limiting as s o m e a r e led to believe. A very wide range of business oriented subjects a r e offered. They include Accounting, Shorthand, Keyboarding, Business Administration, Communication, Business Law, Economics, Audio Transcription, Secretarial Projects and English. The independence gained a n d skills learned a r e beneficial as when we enter t h e workforce we can put them into practice straight away.

A percentage of the business students will go on to tertiary education to gain knowledge for their chosen field. S o m e girls a r e planning to go t o RMIT, Footscray Institute and Chisholm, t o n a m e a few. So t h e business course is not t h e b e all and e n d all: it is possible to go to further education. Of course, not all institutions a r e going to accept t h e course. For my part, however, the business course allows m e to obtain all t h e skills I n e e d and a b o v e all p r e p a r e s m e for t h e real world.

April Donnelly. Year 12.

Happy Christmas from Year II Home Economics

Short Courses We were asked to d o an interview with Mrs. Wells. Initially we didn't know who she was, but we soon found out.

Mrs. Wells organizes the short courses for the public. These include computer studies, language courses, cookery, music, mathematics and fitness courses. The courses a r e for p e o p l e who have left school and a r e interested in furthering their education. They have b e e n running at MLC for three years now and a r e very successful, being relatively inexpensive at a b o u t five dollars an hour. Mrs. Wells enjoys her job and has never had any problems.

As well as organizing courses, Mrs. Wells is this year looking after a group of lapanese students and will b e taking t h e m to the main tourist attractions of Melbourne. She speaks both French and German and is now attempting lapanese.

Mrs. Wells worked at an all b o y s school and she told us that working at an all girls school was very different. "Girls a r e angels c o m p a r e d with boys".

She has a business background and was also an English teacher, although this year she is not teaching at all.

S o m e of the courses run in the holidays, although most are after school. Last term 300 p e o p l e took part. So if you feel that you need t o improve your skills, whether it b e cooking or learning a language, then c o m e and d o it at MLC. Catrina Hunter and Tania Prior, Year 7.

CATERING You'll always find us in the kitchen at parties.

This year 14 students a r e doing t h e catering course. We complete our first year at MLC and then we transfer to William Angliss College or Box Hill College of TAFE for t h e second and third years. During the second and third years we work part time, so that by t h e end of t h e course we have 2,000 hours of work experience.

We study twelve subiects during t h e year, six in t h e first semester and six in t h e second. We d o principles of cookery w h e r e w e gain practical skills, quantity food production, food science and nutrition, business maths and hospitality statistics, communications 1 and 2, catering hygiene and food purchasing and storage and economics I and 2.

During t h e year we have c a t e r e d for 26 functions. S o m e of these a r e lunches and s o m e dinners and many a r e for large groups of people. S o m e students a r e in t h e kitchen preparing t h e meal and s o m e a r e waitressing on tables. Working as a team is especially important at t h e s e functions.

The 1989 Catering Students.

1989 B u s i n e s s School S t u d e n t s

Untitled The life writing program involves o n e period five and a lunch time each month. During that time, o n e or two MLC girls pair with o n e elderly person to discuss and write a b o u t aspects of that person's life. It has b e e n a great opportunity for e v e r y o n e involved to get to know each other, and for girls t o find out about real history, not statistics and textbook generalisations.

My partner, Mrs Trixie Chapman, has only b e e n living in Australia for a few years after migrating for political reasons from South Africa.

Together we have discussed, not only the politics of South Africa, but aspects of her life as varied as her experience as a left-handed child being forced to write right-handed, to looking at t h e beautiful story b o o k s she has written for her grandchildren.

In her books, Mrs Chapman has invented giants and fairies and p h o t o g r a p h e d ' them by projecting two or m o r e slides onto a wall to create t h e effect she wants, and then photographing the image on t h e wall. In this way her son b e c a m e t h e fierce giant, and her grandchildren the fairies at t h e bottom of the garden. The wild bushland of South Africa has m a d e s o m e of these photos quite spectacular.

Other m e m b e r s of the group have also discovered s o m e very interesting things by talking to their partners. Mrs Tidd was a student at MLC in the 1920 s and hasn't b e e n back since, so this year she has b e e n astounded at t h e changes. She r e m e m b e r s when the language centre was the domestic science building, and classes w e r e sometimes held in the o p e n air along the Glenferrie Road fence.

Alec, another m e m b e r of t h e group, r e m e m b e r s the Depression in St. Kilda from t h e point of view of a very mischievous young boy.

He told us that once, St. Kilda was a very prestigious part of Melbourne, similar p e r h a p s t o Toorak or South Yarra today, and that Little Lonsdale Street was once the b a d ' part of town. S o m e of the women in the group actually r e m e m b e r being driven down Little Lonsdale Street by their boyfriends for a quick p e e p at a place they had b e e n told by their parents to avoid at all costs.

Mrs. Isler r e m e m b e r s arriving from Vienna with her husband on November the 6th, 1938.

The next day they decided to go and explore the city of Melbourne but on arrival they found all the shops w e r e shut. They w e r e a little perplexed as it was a Tuesday, and surely a working day. Imagine their surprise when they asked a solitary stranger, and w e r e told that e v e r y o n e was out watching t h e horse races! Of course, it was their first encounter with Melbourne Cup fever.

Although we have only had three or four sessions of life writing so far w e have learnt many interesting things. The stories which we write together will later this year b e printed into a book for all the m e m b e r s of t h e group to k e e p as a memory of a very inspiring time.

Karen Hall, Year 12.

As part of the Life Writing course we have had the opportunity to meet Mrs Tidd, a former MLC student. Over several lunchtimes Mrs Tidd has told us a lot about MLC and her school life in t h e 1920 s.

When Mrs Tidd first c a m e to MLC at the a g e of seven, Rev. Fitchett was principal. Her first experience was an interview with Rev. Fitchett who lifted her onto his lap and asked the young girl if she would like to c o m e to MLC. She was a student here until she was sixteen and during her school life saw several changes.

But since she has left t h e changes have been much m o r e drastic. On walking a r o u n d the school Mrs Tidd found it amazing that so many buildings had b e e n built and how large the school is now. The only buildings she recognized w e r e t h e tower building, which o n c e held t h e main classrooms, and Fitchett Hall which was the Assembly Hall. Built at the time of the First World War there were also several w o o d e n buildings scattered around the school. Even in the 1920 s MLC had a swimming pool which was used in the summer months, but got progressively m o r e yellow during t h e year.

Mrs Tidd wore a navy blue and white long sleeved dress in summer, with black woollen stockings and shoes, and, of course, hat and gloves. Often she would have to w e a r her uniform for u p to a week d u e t o a lack of m o d e r n washing facilities. There w e r e no school bags as we know them today, but t h e girls carried a small suitcase' containing their writing equipment.

There was a much narrower subject range and the subjects put more emphasis on t h e English way of life, particularly History and English.

French and Latin were available and Domestic Science could b e studied after school. Like the Year 10's today, Mrs Tidd had t h e opportunity to learn martial arts in P.E., in her case ju-jitsu.

Baseball and Gymnastics w e r e also learnt.

We have found it very interesting talking with Mrs Tidd a b o u t the MLC of 65 years ago. How will MLC change in the next 65 years?

Anna Redshaw and Lucy Procter, Year 11

The old t r e e stands, like a God in watch over the schoolyard, waiting, timeless and strong.

In hours of light, chiidren flock t o worship, granted f r e e d o m from their books; s h a d e for moist mud pies; a silent ear that hears every secret; a sacred shrine for shining treasures.

For nimble feet, a tower on high.

With overcast skies comes neglect.

But, feeding on the rain, roots tighten their grip, strength is restored.

Before t h e time of darkness, t h e r e falls a spell on t h e tree. Offspring change into cheeky rustic scoundrels.

Rebellious individuals propel themselves into space with a rustling chorus of glee. But without t h e tree they a r e weak, falling to the ground.

Foolish, t h e leaves rain down: a murderer in overalls comes with barrow to cart t h e m to a cremation.

They cannot fight. The thud of b r o o m on stone strikes u p t h e mourning song and from t h e school c o m e s t h e knell of Friday playtime.

The children, shocked to see their God naked, a s though d e a d , a b a n d o n t h e site, running t o their homes.

Three d a y s pass, in pairs t h e children return, to stare with w o n d e r at t h e new life.

From out of its side, t h e tree secretes a trickle of sap, glistening like blood in t h e light of the morning sun.

Carolyn Jones, Year 12.

DID YOU KNOW? • •

The school population in 1989 is 2087.

According to population, MLC is t h e largest independent girls' school in the southern hemisphere.

• Between June 1988 and | u n e 1989, 24 articles relating t o MLC w e r e published in the Sun and Herald newspapers.

• Nellie Fitchett (school ghost) died of meningitis, not by falling down t h e stairs of the boarding house.

• 4,000,000 leaves of toilet p a p e r a r e purchased each year for use by MLC students and teachers.

• The vending machine in Senior Centre is t h e most profitable vending machine in Victoria.

• In excess of 100,000 photocopied p a p e r s go to the General Science d e p a r t m e n t each year.

Compiled by Jenny Gee Wah, Year 9.

The True Glc My mother recently found for m e a very old book called The True Glory of Woman. It belonged to my great-great-grandmother and is dated 1876. Each chapter is a b o u t an aspect of life for women in the nineteenth century. How different things were then!

The book suggests that a young girl should not ballroom d a n c e because "these a r e t h e accomplishments which often bring young w o m e n into contact with men to whom they should b e a s h a m e d to speak and from whose touch they should shrink as from a viper's fangs". The book also said that if a young woman waits patiently God will send t h e right man to her home, where t h e gentleman can "observe her true personality by watching her perform domestic duties ". The book further

of Woman? foretells that a marriage in which husband and wife a r e of different social classes will not last!

When refering to occupation, t h e publication advises that women "have neither the physical nor mental capacity of m e n " and in the situation of having t o earn money themselves should have jobs such as "counting buttons and measuring tape, selling tea and sugar or issuing tickets and making entries of the simplest kind".

Women w h o d o physical work (in factories etc.) a r e likely to c o m e into contact with the sort of p e o p l e who will destroy her "beautiful unspoiled nature'.

As we h e a d towards the 1990s let us not forget how far we have c o m e in only a little m o r e than a century.

Caitlin Evans, Year 8.

Welcome to the House of Fun! MLC Boarders Have Some Fun! It is natural to assume that t h e Boarding House is a boring place. Its image in my mind is of an old grey building with e r o d e d engravings and cracks running through its walls. It seems so impersonal and d e a d . That assumption is quickly torn apart and trampled on, as an individual experiences boarding house life.

For whom the bell tolls.

Life in the Boarding House is o r d e r e d by a series of bells which start at 7.00 am. This is followed by t h e 7.30 a m bell for the sleepy heads and t h e 7.40 am bell for breakfast. All year levels breakfast in t h e Dining Room, except for Year 12. who, being t h e oldest of the clan', have the privilege of breakfasting in their own c o m m o m room. Breakfast consists of cereal, milk, toast and fruit juice with the occasional hot treat of baked beans, spaghetti, or creamed corn. Year 12s may cook extra eggs in their common room.

The 8.15 a m bell is to remind girls that they have 10 minutes b e f o r e t h e 8.25 am leaving bell. It is only now that you will see action in t h e corridors. S o m e girls will obediently leave t h e house at exactly t h e right time, while others a r e still scurrying about, higgledy-piggledy, getting dressed, brushing their teeth, putting on shoes and tidying their b e d r o o m s .

1989 B o a r d e r s

During school hours, Year 12s are the only b o a r d e r s allowed t o re-enter the house. Despite this regimentation girls a r e skilled at sneaking back undetected. Lunches and mail a r e collected from the Dining Room. Receiving of mail is usually followed by an ear— splitting yell of exhilaration and a grin that stretches from ear to ear.

The dinner bell is at 5.30 p m on weekdays and 6.00 pm on t h e weekends. No o n e bothers to complain any m o r e about t h e food after a recent succession of cooks c a m e and went, each only staying about a month.

Now for the FUN. We started with t h e annual excursion, riding on Puffing Billy to Emerald Lake. Girls enjoyed the barbecue, the waterslides, bushwalking and just lazing in the sun. It was an opportunity for old b o a r d e r s to catch u p on s u m m e r holiday news and to get to know t h e new b o a r d e r s as well.

The great disappointment was that Emerald Lake had b e e n drained. Otherwise it was an enjoyable Sunday w h e r e girls could relax and laugh.

Then, s o m e w h e r e in March...I think it was the 3rd, the Boarding House prefects organised the Boarders' Concert with an entertaining variety of items performed by different year levels. Our

audience was c o m p o s e d of day girls and teachers who had b e e n specially invited to share that special night.

Of course, the Boarders' Prefect induction must not b e forgotten. It was a solemn affair conducted by Mr. Loader and held in t h e chapel. We have six prefects this year, t h e joint leaders being Angelina Lee and Kylie Marriott.

Besides the concert, our prefects were also placed in charge of the Boarders' Stall at t h e April Fair. We sold country produce, including fresh vegetables, pickles, jams a n d lollies and h o m e m a d e craft, which c a m e from the country h o m e s of the b o a r d e r s themselves. We also sizzled sausages.

The Boarders Social held in t h e Year 11 Common Room in Centenary was also fun. It gave t h e b o a r d e r s an opportunity t o socialise with students from other boarding houses in the vicinity.

More activities are planned. These include shopping excursions t o t h e city, films, cycling along t h e Yarra and visits t o t h e Victoria market, as well as to Hanging Rock with its mysterious history.

Who said that life in t h e Boarding House is boring?

Ruth Wong, Year 12.

BOARDERS' CONCERT 89 "What are we doing for t h e Boarders' Concert?" was a frequent question circulating around the boarding house. Originally part of the Boarders' Birthday Night, t h e Concert w a s now going to b e a separate event, with every year level presenting an item.

The night c o m m e n c e d at 7.45 pm, after guests settled down and technical problems w e r e ironed out.

Instead of the traditional opening speech, the prefects sang a welcome song to the tune of the "Sprite" advertisement. This was followed by Years 7 and 8 giving an entertaining mimicry of characters from television's The Comedy Company and two advertisements. There was then a short act by two Year 12s, Fiona Allen and Ruth Cobden, on the characteristics of boarders. This particular sketch tickled t h e audience as each of the characteristics was easily recognised.

Girls in Year 9 a t t e m p t e d t o project the image of boarding house life through songs from "The Sound of Music" and the Year 12s used the s a m e idea to sing a b o u t exciting visits to the p u b and the fascination of t h e scenery there, through a song a d a p t e d from "Kokomo ". Both items achieved great success in conveying these ideas through costumes even though their warblings w e r e a little off-key.

Boarders from t h e Year 10 level choreographed a d a n c e depicting relationships b e t w e e n MLC and Scotch College that w e r e later emphasized by the Year 12 song and d a n c e a d a p t e d from "Summer Nights" in "Grease ".

In between t h e s e two acts t h e r e was another d a n c e routine by Year 12s. The Year 1 Is depicted mass living in t h e Boarders' Lounge downstairs, followed by the Mistresses' skit (surprise! surprise!).

The night e n d e d on an off-key but hilarious note as Year 12 sang their songs.

Later our guests, t h e enthusiastic and attentive audience were treated to a light supper of sandwiches, fruits and cordial b e f o r e being farewelled and given t h e chance to escape.

Ruth Wong, Year 12.

It's the weekend, boarders!

It has b e c o m e a subject of much curiousity a m o n g day girls as to what b o a r d e r s d o on the weekends. Do they face the s a m e doldrums as during the weekdays or what?

In fact b o a r d e r s look forward to the w e e k e n d s just as much as day scholars do. It is only then that we let ourselves go, forget our homework and rage.

S o m e b o a r d e r s go home, which probably involves a rush to t h e station on Friday afternoon and a two-hour train ride. At this time t h e boarding house is ruled by total chaos as b o a r d e r s yell their farewells a n d others complete last-minute packing. And of course there a r e those who go out on Friday night to relax.

Every Friday night there is usually an excursion to the city either for shopping or to s e e the latest movie. This is rather exciting because it is not often that t h e younger b o a r d e r s a r e allowed to go into the city. The other alternative is to have a video night where videos a r e b o r r o w e d from t h e nearest outlet and popcorn is bought to b e p o p p e d in t h e microwave.

Saturday and Sunday mornings a r e sleep-in mornings as there a r e no bells rung at 7am to wake everyone up. If you w e r e foolish enough t o wake u p b e f o r e 9am on Saturday and Sunday you would find the corridors quite deserted. The boarding house gradually comes t o life at about 10.30 as showers a r e turned on and radios can b e heard behind closed doors.

During autumn and winter, when t h e football season commences, b o a r d e r s devote Saturday afternoon to being part of t h e crowd at VFL Park or the MCG. During summer we laze in our very own front gardens or visit St Kilda Beach to soak u p the sun and p a r a d e t h e very latest one-piece swimwear. Sometimes we have a cycling excursion along t h e Yarra.

At night b o a r d e r s a r e given t h e use of t h e swimming pool and squash courts in the PEC but those who venture across t o t h e PEC a r e in a minority. Most sit glassy-eyed b e f o r e the television screen idolising t h e t e e n a g e heartt h r o b lohnny Depp.

Sunday is t h e quietest day, when s o m e b o a r d e r s hurriedly try t o finish their homework and others attend church services. For those who want to go shopping t h e r e is an excursion to t h e Victoria Market.

Meals on the weekend a r e m o r e informal consisting of fresh tossed salads, steaks, sausages and stews. Sunday lunch is without fail the traditional roast. P e r h a p s t h e reason b o a r d e r s have trouble finishing their homework is that they a r e t o o busy having fun!

Ruth Wong, Year 12.

Some More Teachers' Quotes MR. McGRATH (to girls coming in late): "I don't m e e t MY boyfriend in t h e morning.''

MRS. (ONES: "Before you start your essay I'd like you to w a n d e r through those comments."

MR. McGRATH: "I haven't b e e n b a s h e d by a w o m a n for ages. I'm looking forward t o it."

MRS. JONES: "Obviously t h e r e ' s a bit of hankypanky going on there."

MR. FRY: "Sorry to k e e p interrupting myself"

MR. McGRATH (on the new blue tower): "They d o n ' t know if they should o p e n it or circumcise it."

MR. BELL: "It comes back to patty politics and d e g r e e s of naughtiness."

MR. McGRATH: "How can they let a w o m a n write an economic text book?"

MR. PRYKE: "1 can see a wonderful project coming u p — poverty a m o n g chickens."

MISS MEHEGAN: "All those p e o p l e sitting on the fence with pickets u p their bums..."

MRS. MASON: "Anything can h a p p e n on my desk."

STUDENT: "How many babies did you have?"

MRS. SMITH: T d o n ' t r e m e m b e r . " MRS. ELTON-BROWN: "One day you will realise just how polite a n d patient I a m . " MISS OSWALD: "After the age of fourteen your backsides start slipping down your legs."

MRS. |ONES: "Culture is going t o ooze out of you this year."

MRS. SMITH (to a Year 12 class): "The Year 10s a r e t h e grotty lipids...and you a r e t h e wonderful proteins."

MRS. SMITH: "We could squeeze in a few teachers...they could b e chloroplasts."

MR. FRY: "Don't fiddle with anything you're not sure of."

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There is an emerging group within the school community Nude Snow Romps in Finland Exchange Student Tells!

Jacyl S h a w in Finland.

Why Exchange?

"Learning Danish wasn't t o o hard. My host family owned a confectionery s h o p which was amazing. Freshly m a d e gob-stoppers are really delicious and t h e y ' r e t h e weirdest things to see being made. Anyway, my sister and 1 used to help in the s h o p so we talked to lots of people.

By the end of t h e s u m m e r holidays I was fluent but incredibly fat!"

Everyone has heard returned exchange students speaking in Assembly. They begin by describing their host country, recount s o m e funny situations, energetically encourage fellow students to go on exchange, then smile and end.

They were always interesting but I could never understand them. Why leave h o m e and go overseas and e a t weird food? You wouldn't see your friends for a whole year. Coming h o m e would b e awful. You would b e in class with t h e year below while your friends would b e in the year above or at University!

So why did t h e s e people go away? Why go to school for an extra year, w h e r e everything and everyone is alien and you can't speak the language? It all s o u n d e d pretty frightening. It was even harder to understand the overseas people who chose to c o m e to MLC. Sure they had s o m e great stories but they gave u p a lot t o d o it. All t h e talk about "once in a lifetime" and "an opportunity to understand a new culture and language" didn't mean much to me.

So where's the attraction? Well, I have since found out that t h e stories and sentiments a r e true! The feeling of bussing across the b o r d e r to ski in Austria or witnessing Kabuki theatre in Tokyo is difficult t o understand except through personal experience. Going on exchange is a b o u t understanding the stories first hand.

By leaving Australia you d o give u p a familiar life with your friends and family, but you stand to gain a whole new life on exchange.

Being on exchange m e a n s that you have b e e n given the chance to look at t h e world with new eyes. New people, food, ideas and customs help you to formulate your own opinions and ideas.

It is great if t h e p e o p l e of your host country d o n ' t speak English because language then b e c o m e s an important part of your stay. A new language can drive you crazy with frustration but there is no feeling like the first time you a r e able to understand a whole conversation.

None of this m e a n s that problems don't occur on exchange. These include homesickness, tension in host families and physical reactions t o the environmental change. Being on exchange is not a fairy tale but it is fun.

The duration of a student exchange can range b e t w e e n two months and o n e year. Most exchange programs offer scholarships while the most expensive o n e s cost $6000. A few organisations require families to reciprocate and host a student while their own child is overseas.

Becoming an exchange student isn't hard.

Because of the tough competition in groups like Rotary, people think that obtaining an exchange is difficult. Yet, in contrast, Youth For Understanding only rejects 5% of all applicants.

The application and selection requirements vary greatly between different groups as d o academic requirements, but most groups expect you to pass the Australian year you a r e studying when you apply. It is also worth contacting societies like the Australia-Britain society or t h e AustraliaJapan society. Many groups also offer trips for school leavers on student or working visas.

So experience it all for yourself and see if the stories a r e true.

Rosemary Chang, currently on exchange in Japan.

While most of you spent 1988 g a r b e d in green d r e s s e s and silver stars and grovelling over Physics books, I was on t h e t o p of the world — literally.

I was a Rotary exchange student posted to Finland for o n e year. Where's Finland? I hear you ask. It is a country 1 /24th t h e size of Australia sitting pretty b e t w e e n S w e d e n and Russia. A truly remarkable place, famous for being t h e h o m e of Santa Claus, blood pancakes and naked sauna rituals! A place w h e r e the sun d o e s n ' t rise in winter nor set in summer. Home to four million fiords, 60,000 lakes, millions of fir trees, t o o many reindeer and a heck of a lot of snow.

I lived with three very different families and went t o a classical high school. ! learned t o ski, to speak Finnish and experienced s o m e very interesting customs. One of t h e s e was sauna'.

"You take off all your clothes." they told me. All of t h e m ? I laughed laughingly to myself in a laughable sort of way, thinking this was a hearty joke. It wasn't. It turned out to b e a wonderful custom, after much persuasion, and b e c a m e a weekly ritual for me. In winter b e t w e e n sauna we would roll in the snow or jump in a hole in the frozen lake in t e m p e r a t u r e s of minus 38!

Besides seeing practically all Finland had to offer I saw a lot of Europe. I visited Russia and Czeckoslovakia where I saw what life was like behind t h e Iron Curtain. In my s u m m e r holidays I back-packed around Europe seeing ten countries and oodles of cities — my favorites being Vienna and London.

I had two purposes in mind when I wrote this article. O n e was to tell you how wonderful my year was and how much I had learned a b o u t other countries, people and myself, and the other was to persuade a n y o n e reading this to b e c o m e an exchange student.

It is o n e of the best things you can d o when you're young and now that I'm back 1 can surely say I WOULDN'T HAVE MISSED IT FOR THE WORLD! Jacyl Shaw, Year 12.

Anna from Sveeeyden I r e m e m b e r just before landing in Melbourne on the first day. I was absolutely terrified. The only thing I had heard about Australia was a b o u t the poisonous snakes and spiders and that there would b e kangaroos jumping u p a n d down in t h e streets. My little sister told m e I could probably get a lift t o school in a pouch!

Driving from the airport I saw this huge city, with palm trees beside t h e road and t h e sun shining and 1 thought it was really exciting. It still is, meeting new people every day, and going to a very different school from t h e o n e at home, where we haven't got uniforms or single-sex schools at all. Our schools consist of ONE building and here it's like a whole village with almost everything including three tennis courts and a swimming pool!

All the p e o p l e a r e really nice and much m o r e open to strangers than European p e o p l e a r e and I felt at h o m e almost from the very beginning. The language was a bit of a problem at first, especially with the new Australian accent t o understand, but now it really feels strange speaking Swedish! When I speak on the t e l e p h o n e to my parents I have to think a b o u t what I am saying in Swedish, and once in a while an English word p o p s in, which gives them a good laugh.

Anyway, I must say I really love being an exchange student and thank you for having m e at your school.

Anna Isaksson, from Sweden.

Anna i s a k s s o n

WORLD EXPO 88 Two large tour buses d e p a r t e d from t h e Chapel on Friday, S e p t e m b e r 9th. What lay a h e a d ? A 22 hour journey, squashed legs and an a b u n d a n c e of twisties and tim-tams, that much we knew. But what of Expo itself? We had all talked, heard and read so much about it, but n o n e of us really knew what t o expect.

Somerville House, which is a girls' boarding school in Brisbane, generously o p e n e d its d o o r t o us; 80 girls and eight teachers. Positioned high on a hill, and just across t h e road from Expo, it provided a perfect view of the site, and upon our arrival in Brisbane on Saturday night w e were graced with a spectacular show of lasers and fireworks from the Expo River Stage along t h e Brisbane River. This display wasn't just a single special occasion. As w e discovered later t h e fireworks were a marvellous conclusion to each and every day at Expo.

The World Expo gates w e r e o p e n e d t o the masses each morning at 10, a n d luckily we w e r e able to b e the first p e o p l e through t h e gates, but not without sufferance. To achieve this we had to b e down at t h e gates at 9 to sit for an hour on cold and sometimes d a m p or wet ground. However after spending 22 hours in a bus we felt we could cope with anything. The real problem was yet to come. Survival beyond t h e gates required great skill, strength and courage. Being in t h e front of t h e q u e u e we w e r e at the forefront of t h e crush. Once the gates w e r e o p e n e d survival m e a n t speed. We w e r e quite safe as long as w e kept running with t h e crowd. After half an hour everyone slowed to a walk and the a t m o s p h e r e changed from alarming trepidation t o a brisk calm.

Our day had begun, and for t h e next 12 hours we w e r e caught u p in t h e excitement and discovery of World Expo '88.

The Pavilions.

O n e of the most popular exhibitions amongst t h e visitors to Expo was t h e New Zealand pavilion which was designed entirely by school children, and the t h e m e naturally was "New Zealand through t h e e y e s of youth". The building was surrounded by waterfalls, caverns, and a beautiful kauri forest. A theatre in the form of a woolshed with a reclining floor and s h e e p to sit on was probably t h e most m e m o r a b l e feature. In addition a film showing t h e fascinating legends of the islands and the Maori p e o p l e was displayed on a screen of mist.

Another favorite was the Canadian pavilion which showed us how t h e Canadian people s p e n d their "Leisure in t h e Age of Technology".

Visitors w e r e taken through t w o theatres, viewed an historic underwater sound and light show, its highlight being Canada's two new d e e p sea diving vessels. Before leaving the exhibition visitors were able t o test their fitness using t h e equipment in the highly technological fitness arcade.

Points of interest in o t h e r exhibitions included the man m a d e ski-slope which was always in full use inside t h e Swiss pavilion. The Fujitsu pavilion b o a s t e d a three dimensional movie, while t h e Chinese pavilion displayed ancient relics dating back t o the famed Ming Dynasty and s o m e dating back a further 2000 years.

ASSIST...Scholarships to the USA

Food, and the opportunity t o experience strange international dishes was p e r h a p s o n e of t h e most enjoyable parts of Expo. The Broadwalk provided a wide spectrum of local and international dishes. S o m e of t h e pavilions had their own restaurants which w e r e wonderfully unique and enabled visitors to experience the true international flavours of Expo.

Late last year, Kate Gibson and I found out about a program called ASSIST — American Secondary Schools for International Students and Teachers. We w e r e told they offered scholarships for students worldwide to go to American independent schools, which a r e like our private schools, for a full year, beginning in August, and were asked if we would like t o apply.

What a tough decision that was! If we did go it meant breaking u p our VCE and doing it over two years, and it m e a n t not being with our friends for Speech Night, muck u p day', final exams a n d so on. However, it s e e m e d like the chance of a lifetime, a chance not to b e missed, so we both decided to apply. After filling out detailed applications, and undergoing a gruelling interview, w e w e r e contacted in mid-|anuary and told w e had been awarded scholarships. It still hardly s e e m s real.

I am going to a private girls' boarding school in Middlebury, Connecticut, which has only 185 students (MLC's Concert Choir has over 200!).

Kate is going to a private co-ed boarding school in Illinois, which is slightly larger. Neither of our schools has a uniform; my school simply states that you can't wear jeans to class, while at Kate's school the girls must w e a r skirts or dresses a n d the b o y s must w e a r a jacket and tie.

Both schools have very good academic programs, and Kate and I will probably b e able to take most subjects at A.P. level, which would give us entrance into American Universities. I am very fortunate in that my school also offers students a scholarship to the Manhattan School of Music in New York, which 1 applied for, and a s a result 1 will have the wonderful opportunity of going t o that school every Saturday to have music lessons and t o play in their orchestra.

From t h e brochures we received, the schools look magnificent. The grounds a r e very large (my school is set in 125 acres) and t h e buildings very old. The school I am going t o is not a s old as MLC, but was o n e of the first private girls' schools in t h e USA. Both schools place a large emphasis on physical education. You can d o all the normal sports as well as horse riding and outdoor activities', which is a little like Outward Bound.

Kate and I have b e e n working hard trying to finish options before we go. We a r e looking forward very much to beginning t h e scholarships in August, but we will also b e sad to go as we will b e leaving friends just as they start t h e hard slog leading u p to the exams. As we go into our new schools, and begin what will b e a very exciting year, we will think especially of everyone in Year 12, and we wish them all the very best of luck.

Jacki Dillon, Year 11.

Kristina Shugg, Year 12.

Leisure in the Age of Technology The World Expo '88 t h e m e of "Leisure in t h e Age of Technology" was wonderfully depicted throughout the grounds with a combination of both t h e arts and technology. There was a sense of celebration as one walked about, greeted at every corner with a different landscape of brilliant colour, eye-catching sculptures and t h e alluring a r o m a s of international cuisine.

A ride or two on the World Expo monorail was a must for every visitor. The monorail's four nine-carriage trains w e r e able to carry 44,000 passengers each day on a 2.3 kilometre journey through part of the Queensland pavilion, over t h e Pacific Lagoon and alongside t h e Brisbane River. During the day t h e monorail provided an interesting bird's eye view of t h e World Expo site and after dark it took its passengers on a magical and captivating journey through fairyland.

Littered with concrete human sculptures, futuristic steel sculptures and giant insects t h e walkways wound round t h e various buildings and pavilions creating surrealistic images for t h e passers-by. The Expo site however was not without its tranquility, t h e Pacific Lagoon and the Cascade fountains displayed inspiring spectacles of nature.

As far as entertainment went Expo certainly had plenty to offer with six theatres and stage venues as well as the popular Aquacade which boasted an entertaining and spectacular musical show displaying expert diving skills and synchronised swimming. At the middle of each Expo day t h e comic "Lunchtime P a r a d e " wound its way through the centre of Expo, entertaining the crowds. Other crowd entertainers were the various theatre companies participating in t h e daily street entertainment. There w e r e CIA agents running in and out of the crowd, mechanical men and even flower pot men to k e e p the people smiling. Four times each day t h e r e was an exciting water-ski show on the Brisbane River.

SKI TRIP Down on the Ranch Towards the end of February all Year 12 Geography students lost sleep in anticipation of their field trip c a m p at Rye. The complaints w e r e never-ending when Friday came, since it was a boiling hot day. We d r e a d e d the bus ride, without airconditioning, down to Rye, particularly since we could not swim when we arrived at Ace Hire Riding Ranch.

However, the ranch itself was wonderful with a choice of sleeping in either o n e of six gorgeous little wagons, or an old train. Their a p p e a r a n c e really a d d e d to t h e American Wild West' atmosphere. Ace Hire is as t h e n a m e states and many girls enjoyed a train ride on t h e Saturday afternoon. Dinner was served in a former church.

During the weekend we studied three different types of beaches, taking measurements, notes, samples and photos. On Saturday we visited

lack's Beach on Westernport Bay. It is known a s a mangrove saltmarsh system and is very muddy and smelly. George, o n e of our assistants, discovered just how muddy when she tried to walk out past the mangroves t o t h e sea. As far as we know her gumboot is still wallowing out there s o m e w h e r e in t h e mud. On Saturday afternoon we studied St. Andrews Beach which is also t h e Rye backbeach. and on Sunday we took a long walk to look at Cape Schanck.

This weekend was a great learning experience.

Apart from our fieldwork, we know not to a t t e m p t t h e miraculous walking across mud trick.

We also know that when Kate plays practial jokes such as turning lights off when people a r e in t h e shower she m a n a g e s t o botch it up.

We also learnt that it is possible to have a great time even though a weekend had to b e sacrificed to d o so.

Helen Woodside, Year 12.

After all t h e hard work and preparation by Mrs Brooke and fellow colleagues, t h e ski trip t o Mount Buller for Year 7s turned out t o b e a great success. More than forty girls took part in the five d a y and weekend trips.

Students w e r e given a very useful two hour lesson when they arrived. After lunch they w e r e free to go on t h e tows or try m o r e difficult slopes. S o m e students and teachers proved t o b e true professionals and a t t e m p t e d steeper hills while beginners like myself stayed on Bourke Street, t h e main slope.

The tows like t h e T-bar w e r e quite a challenge for t h e beginners. Meanwhile t h e m o r e experienced skiers tackled the other slopes quite easily.

On t h e way back we m a d e a short stop which enabled us to buy hot dinners. The trip h o m e was a very pleasant one. Students and teachers either slept or talked quietly. I a m sure that all students a n d teachers not only found t h e trip very enjoyable, but educational as well.

Juli Leong,

Nouvelle Caledonie

St. l o s e p h ' s Cathedral.

Repression. It's written on the walls in d o w n t o w n N o u m e a .

Tish, that's French . . . t h e g e l s g e t into t h e s w i n g of N o u m e a ' s c a f e life.

Restless as our Air Caledonie flight landed in Noumea, we excitedly crossed t h e tarmac in the stifling humidity towards the main building of Tontouta Airport. A bus took us from the airport to Noumea Village Hotel, on t h e Rue De Sebastopol, in the centre of t h e city. The dream which had inspired us through our exams and t h e last weeks of term was now a reality.

We were hot and tired but wonderfully excited to b e on holiday in such a cosmopolitan French country. Nearly half the population a r e Melanesian, living mostly outside the city, about one-third a r e European (mainly French), with many Vietnamese and Indonesians originally brought in to work on t h e plantations and in the nickel mines. Noumea is also h o m e to many Tahitians and Wallis Islanders who a r e t e m p o r a r y immigrant workers.

We awoke on our first morning to a typical French breakfast of warm croissants, hot chocolate and fluffy French b r e a d . The first half of t h e day was spent walking t h e streets of Noumea, peering into shops, a n d generally making ourselves at home. In t h e afternoon a bus tour showed us all t h e points of interest in t h e city and surrounding areas. This included a visit t o t h e renowned aquarium, a must for any visitor to New Caledonia.

A m e d e e Island awaited us the following day.

We b o a r d e d a small b o a t early in the morning and w e r e taken out to t h e island where we walked along the picturesque b e a c h e s and viewed t h e spectacular scene from t h e t o p of the lighthouse for which t h e island is so well known. We took the opportunity to eat a tropical lunch of parrot-fish b e f o r e making the return journey in the late afternoon.

Anse Vata, a beachfront area approximately twenty minutes by bus from t h e city, the zoo, t h e botanical gardens, and the city itself b e c a m e t h e main places at which t h e next three days w e r e spent.

Our nights in Noumea w e r e almost as full as our days with many nightclubs and tempting restaurants within walking distance of our hotel.

Even a taxi ride down to Anse Vata, which many girls enjoyed, didn't prove to b e too expensive when shared with three or four others.

We all loved the experience of communicating in French, particularly with young French National Servicemen and local Melanesian males, s o m e of whom we suspected had dubious intentions!

O n e of the many highlights for myself in particular was attending a Catholic Mass conducted entirely in French at t h e beautiful St. Joseph's Cathedral.

After disembarking at Tullamarine. finding our p a r e n t s and collecting our luggage, we walked calmly through the great glass d o o r s quite u n p r e p a r e d for the biting chill of a typical Melbourne winter evening. I a m sure that although w e were happy t o b e h o m e again there was not one girl w h o s e thoughts at that m o m e n t w e r e not back with t h e sun-kissed a t m o s p h e r e and swaying palms of New Caledonia. lacki Dillon, Year 11.

T w o happy locals and their pet.

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The Purple Pimple — A letter from a demolition worker of the future.

MLCs TOP 10 FACELlFTS....since the class of '89 were in year 7 • • ' Kilvington tuck moved t o the back corner of t h e tuckshop, and t h e old tuckshop later b e c a m e a locker room. The portable classrooms disappeared and t h e asphalt b e c a m e green and j landscaped.

• • The bookroom changed from the bottom floor of Nevile t o a hole in t h e tuckshop's wall. * * The terraces, tennis courts and t h e old sports centre d i s a p p e a r e d under the new car park and Sports Complex. * * Nevile administration and OLCD turned pink. Plastic pot plants replaced t h e old b e n c h e s in the corridor. Administration grew huge windows facing o n t o t h e landscaped grass, so . Year 10s could s e e Mr. Loader at his desk.

• • Year 6s discovered play equipment in t h e b o a r d e r s ' quad.

• • Nevile b e c a m e a m o d e r n pink, purple, a n d crimson edifice, complete with glass walls, sky lights, and d o o r s which only close when they a r e in a good mood.

• • 'The old bookroom/locker room b e c a m e Mrs. Prest's office. A new wall and roof was erected between t h e Assembly Hall and Nevile, giving Middle school a new locker room and an incredibly crowded walkway b e t w e e n 'classes.

In t h e front garden t h e floral star died d o w n and t h e t r e e s encompassing t h e chapel wereifelled. Inside t h e fountain t h e tiles changed t o blue. * * iBeside the Assembly Hall, t h e basketball courtiacquired a net and b e c a m e a tennis court.

A huge window was created on the second floor of Cato so Year 8s could s e e who hit the ball in tennis lessons.

• • A huge tower was slowly erected in the library quadrangle, t o e n a b l e young |SS ladies t o scream their way t o science lessons along a different route.

More face lifts than Andrew Peacock and m o r e stitches than Frankenstein's monster?

Maybe so, but "old traditions play a part" la di da d a h ! (dom d o m dom|...

To t h e Editors, I a m writing to you as a concerned m e m b e r of this school's community. I am known t o have patience and yet, like many others, the unnecessary destruction of t h e environment in which I must live pushes my tolerance level t o t h e limit.

Until now MLC has had at least s o m e taste in its developments around t h e school (Centenary, t h e fantastic P.E.C.) and now I find myself continually praying that the lilac; is only an undercoat. The new staircase (?) d o e s not blend in with t h e yellow bricks of Nevile or the cement of the library. Instead it stands box-like in t h e 'centre of what was once a lovely courtyard.

It rained today so I thought I may",just use t h e s e inside stairs. But t h e violet monster was locked! If it d o e s n ' t function what d o e s it d o ?

Stand there and look pretty?

Pink Palace then shall this b e d u b b e d t h e Purple Pimple? It definitely is a blot on t h e landscape.

A future demolition worker (name withheld)

What's Up Doc? An Appointment with Doctor Dedman Amidst t h e excitement, the scandal, and even the mystery behind the new tower, we decided t o seek out t h e face behind this mauve miracle.

Who was t h e mastermind of this marvel? The brains behind t h e beauty? Our instinct led us to t h e end of a long corridor w h e r e we w e r e confronted by a plaque on t h e wall, majestically stating 'Director of Finance".

What would Dr. Dedman b e like? Our imagination created an intimidatingly tall man with penetrating eyes and "Director of Finance' written all over him. Hand in hand w e s t e p p e d into t h e room to m e e t our quarry.

We w e r e invited t o take a seat by this humble looking man with a hint of curiosity in his big blue eyes. From his neatly c o m b e d hair t o his straightened lapel and his even poise w e d e t e c t e d his efficiency and preciseness ; ' • So this was t h e man responsible for our school's newest arrival. Well, in this respect. Dr. Dedman was very modest a n d not willing t o take much responsibility at all. It seems t h a t the School Council in conjunction with the Kew Council is in charge of building projects.

Now that we w e r e actually in the p r e s e n c e of The Tower Man' w e w o n d e r e d what Dr. Dedman actually did. Controlling the school's revenue and expenditure probably s e e m s like an obvious answer coming from t h e Head of Finance. So, with no m o r e a d o , we returned to t h e controversial issue of t h e day.

Naively. .we inquired a b o u t t h e cost of t h e tower. That , was a waste of time, because it is confidential. But we did discover one amazing fact. Our rigid, oblong structure was originally planned t o b e in the s h a p e of a cylinder. Fancy that!

We finally p o s e d t h e question o n everybody's lips: "What d o e s Dr. Dedman think of this piece d e resistance?"

T d o n ' t dislike it," he r e s p o n d e d , adding thoughtfully, "It fulfils its p u r p o s e . " Were there any additional c o m m e n t s he would like t o make on t h e matter. Catching on, h e asked: "You m e a n t h e colour, d o n ' t you?"

Well, t o b e frank, yes!

"I think t h e colour is excellent. It m e r g e s in with its surroundings and co-ordinates with t h e interior of Nevile rather well."

There you have it! Coming from the Director of Finance himself!

We w e r e left wondering why this sculpture was surrounded by s o much controversy. Then we r e m e m b e r e d why as we suddenly found ourselves under t h e d a r k Shadow of the foreboding lilac intruder. Oh well, the people of Paris hated t h e Eiffel Tower when it was first built, a n d look at what an international attraction it is today!

Katrina Lawrence and Melinda Nikolich, Year 11.

SCIENCE

Disaster in the Laboratory

Mr. Lim is o n e of our many science teachers. To Mr. Lim, science is a field w h e r e learning is a continuous process; science teachers have t o k e e p u p to d a t e with t h e latest information.

A science teacher's job involves teaching, setting homework and correcting tests, as well as helping to set u p t h e curriculum. All of t h e teachers share their ideas to create a curriculum that will appeal t o t h e students. Mr. Lim finds t h e worst part of his job is teaching students who d o not realise t h e importance of education.

The best part of his job is being able to teach different types of students. He likes the challenge of having t o change his teaching m e t h o d s for different students.

Overall, Mr. Lim finds being a science teacher an enjoyable profession. He gains satisfaction from seeing his students b e c o m e successful.

The bell rang for period seven, a s Sue and Sophie g r a b b e d their school bags and books and set off for science. When they arrived at lab G t h e d o o r was still locked so they joined the rest of their class huddling and pushing around the door.

Finally Mrs. Smith arrived and let them all in.

Everyone barged through and m a d e wild dashes for t h e best seats. For five minutes chaos reigned but eventually e v e r y o n e had secured a satisfactory seat and sat down, t h o s e with bags dumping them in front of their desks.

"Today," announced Mrs. Smith, "We a r e going to d o an experiment. We a r e going to find out how long a kerosene lamp can burn without any oxygen." Before she could give any further instructions everybody was busily claiming matches, lamps and bottles of kerosene.

"Now now everybody, settle d o w n and listen t o m e . " Mrs. Smith tried in vain t o speak a b o v e t h e noise. "Please! Oh bother you all. You can work it out for yourselves," she muttered as she retreated to her table.

Sue staggered back to her desk, hauling all her equipment with her. She d u m p e d it down and told Sophie to set it up. Sophie stood t h e lamp u p straight and began pouring kerosene into it. It was almost full when Kath c a m e running past the desk, tripped over t h e school bags, and knocked the lamp flying. Kerosene spilled all over the floor, creating two huge puddles.

"Kath!" groaned Sue, "Well done!"

"Never mind," said Sophie, " W e can clean it u p later. There's enough kerosene to let us fill t h e lamp again. Don't tell Mrs. Smith, though.

She might b e angry."

The girls refilled the lamp and set it u p again.

"We haven't got a cover t o block out t h e oxygen yet," r e m e m b e r e d Sue. "I'll go and get o n e now." She forgot to avoid t h e puddles and spread a trail of kerosene right across the room.

When she arrived back at her desk she struck a match and lit the lamp. But s h e didn't blow the match out straight away — s h e wanted t o s e e how long she could hold it b e f o r e it c a m e too close to her fingers. She misjudged the flame and before she knew it, it was burning her.

She squealed, and d r o p p e d t h e match right into t h e kerosene. A flame leaped up, then started creeping and flickering along the trail of kerosene on the floor.

Sophie screamed and ran down b e t w e e n the desks. Everyone started for t h e d o o r but the flame d a n c e d along t h e trail and cut them off.

They turned around and hurried t o t h e windows instead. Mrs. Smith was already there, wringing her h a n d s and praying.

"Don't let m e die," she was pleading. The flame was creeping closer and closer towards t h e huddle of children. Mrs. Smith was becoming hysterical.

"The flame will kill me! We a r e all going t o die! I'll never see Mr. Loader again!"

She climbed out t h e o p e n window intending to put an end t o her misery but lost courage at t h e last minute and snatched hold of t h e window sill. Desperately she clung on, her legs dangling nine metres from the ground. " S o m e b o d y help me," she whimpered. Til give you a good report if you do, I promise!"

"I will!" shouted lane, w h o was very quick thinking and d e s p e r a t e for a good report in science. Quickly she ripped down o n e of the pretty brown and red curtains and fastened the four corners together with t h e cord.

"Right. We're going d o w n , " she announced.

"Who's coming?"

"Me!" chorused 29 voices, and everyone fought for a hold of the curtain.

The flames reached the window just as Mrs Smith and 8| launched themselves out. The parachute floated slowly to t h e ground.

Mr. Loader came running u p and stared with dismay at the flames leaping out of t h e windows.

"This is a disaster! A disaster!" he cried.

"A disaster? No!" scoffed Sophie. "This has b e e n t h e most useful science lesson I have ever had. We've learned that to succeed you have to break all t h e rules!"

Jenny G e e Wah, Year 9.

Kate Macdonald, Year 8.

Mrs. Jenkins...Blinding Us With Science!

For the benefit of those who d o n ' t know her, Mrs. lenkins is t h e head of General Science at MLC. You may have seen her dodging her way though the corridors of Nevile trying to get t o a class or a meeting. Being t h e head of General Science is not an easy job. Mrs. Jenkins' position involves organising the syllabus for Years 7 t o 10, making sure t h e teachers know what t o teach and that all of t h e science d e p a r t m e n t s work together. Mrs. lenkins also has the laborious and tedious job of sorting out t h e mail The aspect s h e enjoys most about her job is teaching. She loves being in the classroom teaching the girls all t h e interesting facets of science. Although this year s h e is teaching Years 9, 10 and 12. Mrs. Jenkins has taught at all year levels since she has b e e n at MLC. Mrs. lenkins has b e e n at t h e school since 1981 and it did not take her long t o reach the t o p of t h e d e p a r t m e n t ' s hierarchy. She was appointed h e a d after teaching at MLC for only o n e term!

Mrs. Jenkins loves her job and says she is lucky to have such a great team of science teachers to work with.

Jenny Gee Wah, Year 9.

Mrs. Rush...Laboratory assistant Rushing Around the Lab If it was not for our lab. assistants, t h e Science d e p a r t m e n t would b e really disorganised and in a state of chaos.

Mrs. Rush is o n e of t h e many lab. assistants at MLC. Her job includes getting worksheets and equipment ready, trying out experiments, and taking care of the chemicals.

Mrs. Rush finds that t h e worst part of her job is having t o clean u p after messy students. A lot of her time is spent unblocking sinks and cleaning graffitied desks. (HINT, HINT) According to Mrs. Rush working with t h e students is fun and the best part of her job.

Being a lab. assistant is exciting. Mrs. Rush is often t o b e found running around Melbourne looking for materials for experiments. Funny things h a p p e n too. Mrs. Rush recalls that the skeleton went missing during t h e renovations. It still has not returned.

S o m e people have t h e impression that lab. assistants a r e d u m b . Well, they most certainly a r e not! The majority of assistants at MLC a r e bachelors of science, but t h e requirement is only a pass in Year 12 Physics or Chemistry.

To Mrs. Rush, being a lab. assistant is a good job, mainly because t h e p e o p l e a r e friendly.

Without those friendships being a lab. assistant would not b e as enjoyable a s it is.

Jenny Gee Wah, Year 9.

Mr. Lim...Science teacher Out on a Lim

EQUUS Anyone paying the price of admission to Hitchcock's "Psycho" had well-founded notions of what to expect. A normal situation, suspense, revelation of neuroses that would have intrigued even Sigmund Freud, and a finale of shower curtain ripping (desecration), t h e visual commentary of life ebbing down t h e gurgler and t h e finale of dreadful remorse.

Patrons t o MLCs Equus, particularly those unread of Peter Shaffer may have b e e n forgiven for thinking this might b e a schoolgirl horsey d r a m a in t h e line of Black Beauty or Kentucky Derby. Not so. MLCs Equus was an aural as well as visual experience easily a match for Hitchcock. Representing t h e horses, t h e otherwise mute players gave, at t h e horrific climax to t h e d e r a n g e d youth's excesses of spike-blinding, a performance that was striking in its p a t h o s and passive faith in man.

THE CAST Martin Dysart Alan Strang Frank Strang Dora Strang Hesther Solomon )ill Mason Harry Dalton lenny — Nurse The Horseman Horses

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Imogene Rothnie Tess Barling Barbara T h o m e Trephina Galloway Sharna Guest Julie Martin Anna Stewart Jacki Dillon Tabitha Clutterbuck Alison Barton, Michelle Ho llona Misa, Melissa Perks

Astrid Haldane, Alison Crawford, Juliette Haliday Sound Donna Chang, Genevieve Searle Michelle Powell, Rebecca Walker Publicity Cathy Schapper FOH manager Melissa Drewer Equus w a s directed and produced by Emily Morieson and Kit McMahon.

Congratulations. A never t o b e forgotten theatrical experience.

The School is Alive with

Who Is That Man? He lurks in t h e s h a d o w s of t h e Music School. Is it Stravinsky? Is it Beethoven? No, it's Mr. Van Ernst!

This musical maestro, t h e assistant director of music at this school, was born on February 6, 1934, in a Dutch town called Bussium, twenty kilometres south of Amsterdam.

The son of t w o musical parents, it was not surprising that h e won a scholarship for singing and music at an early age. After his primary education, little Henk was drawn to Amsterdam where he a t t e n d e d secondary and tertiary institutions. Studying music and art he s u p p o r t e d himself by playing clarinet in various nightclubs.

Believe it or not, t h e clarinet was not t h e first instrument Mr. Van Ernst played. In fact, h e started on t h e violin and received singing training, picking up t h e clarinet at t h e t e n d e r age of 11.

Soon h e was s w o o p e d u p by the army during which time h e bootled with the Dutch Grenadier Guards. After this conscription of two years he travelled around Europe on push bike with a few friends and also played with a travelling opera and ballet company.

Why did he want t o leave this peaceful life in Holland? Well, after t h e war Holland was a depressing place and following much consideration Mr. Van Ernst h e e d e d t h e wise words of a friend in Australia. "Come to Melbourne" was t h e call and in 1957 he did.

At first, music was not t h e career he followed.

Being a man of varied interests he b e c a m e the well-rounded individual he is by: 1. entering t h e building industry.

2. having a career in advertising.

3. meeting his wife in 1964. Barbara is now t h e mayor of Hawthorn.

It was in 1967 that h e began to work in t h e Education Department and taught music at Brighton High School, Mount Waverley High School and Ringwood High School. Then t h e day arrived which was destined to change his life forever. On D e c e m b e r 31. 1970, Mr. Van Ernst met t h e o n e and only, yes, the woman herself, Mrs. Elton-Brown. In 1971, he b e c a m e the first full-time music teacher at MLC. It is now 1989 and w e a r e sitting in a comfy little room in t h e music school from where many a passer-by will b e hit with wafts of jazz floating from t h e nimble fingers of Mr. Van Ernst.

Q. Do you like teaching at MLC? A. Yes, otherwise I wouldn't b e here!

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How d o you think t h e Concert Orchestra has improved over t h e years? (Mr. Van Ernst is conductor of both the MLC orchestras.)

Every year something different happens.

Strengths in sections vary. At one stage w e had a whole Victorian section from the Australian Youth Orchestra (1976). At first the Orchestra had only forty people, now there a r e ninety.

Who is your favorite composer?

I d o n ' t have one, I only have favorite compositions. It d e p e n d s on my mood. I enjoy all music, even good pop.

What d o you enjoy doing in your spare time?

Lots of things. Gardening, bushwalking, collecting art and antiques, taking my d o g s for a walk, billiards, carpentry, painting and, of course, playing my clarinet and saxophone.

What is the most embarrassing thing that has h a p p e n e d to you during a concert?

(His eyes o p e n wide and he utters a small chuckle). I left my instrument at h o m e t h e night I was t o play with a chamber orchestra. 1 was given a big warning and was unable t o play in t h e concert.

If you weren't a musician what would you most like to b e ?

An antique or art dealer, m a y b e even a painter or p e r h a p s an architect. But I am very happy with my choice.

Was it hard being in t h e competitive music industry?

I am a very competitive player. It suits my personality. I play t o win and I play to b e good.

What is your favorite food?

1 love all food but my favorite would b e French cuisine.

What d o you dislike?

What I dislike most is t h e poverty in t h e world. I have seen plenty! 1 also dislike t h e sheer destruction of t h e world, such as de-forestation.

What a r e your h o p e s for the future?

I h o p e t o b e around for a long time (chuckle, chuckle). 1 h o p e to still b e teaching part-time at MLC and even c o m e back for visits when I have retired.

Anna Stewart and Mandy Drury, Year 11.

Madrigals Storm Canberra, 1988.

July 1988 will b e r e m e m b e r e d by most senior students as the month of t h e d r e a d e d mid-year exams. Yet for 34 Year 10, 1 I and 12 girls July marked t h e climax of four m o n t h s of singing, practising and perfecting. The 1988 MLC Madrigals (the chorale) was o n e of t h e musical g r o u p s selected from around Australia and the world to perform at t h e 1988 International Music Education Conference held in Canberra.

After exams we flew t o Canberra to b e billeted out with girls from Canberra Girls G r a m m a r (the first question my host mother asked m e was "How much d o you pay each term?"). My host family lived in t h e richest suburb in Australia and drove a Mercedes and an Alfa.

We gave two performances while in Canberra both of which proved t o b e highly successful.

Just b e f o r e we w e r e about to shuffle on to the stage to perform to s o m e 300 p e o p l e Mrs EltonBrown whispered t o 34 nervous and excited girls, "lust r e m e m b e r t h e r e a r e s o m e very important people out there listening t o you, who a r e very influential!"

We performed numbers ranging from modern Australian compositions to traditional Hungarian folk songs, without any major hiccups. Between performances we also m a n a g e d a private inspection of the new Parliament House and tours of all Canberra's significant sights — the National Gallery, t h e National Library, old Parliament House and on Saturday night the o n e and only night club in Canberra!

After tearful farewells the MLC chorale d e p a r t e d from t h e Australian capital on a dreary wet Sunday afternoon. Arriving back in Melbourne was a wonderful experience until we r e m e m b e r e d that t h e m o r r o w would bring us t h e results of our exams!

Julia Pryor, Year 12.

S e n i o r Madrigals

the Sound of Music CONCERT ORCHESTRA Concert Orchestra has b e e n a great success this year. Not only have we achieved many things, but we have enjoyed doing them. As usual we can boast a large membership of almost o n e hundred girls. These include a wide variety of instruments covering all sections of an orchestra; strings, woodwind, brass and percussion.

Once again our orchestra was under the baton of Mr. Henk Van Ernst, w h o s e patience and knowledge played a major role in producing t h e final results. Mr. Clive McCullough assisted in his own area of expertise, strings, as did Mr. Robert Burns with percussion and brass. Without such fine staff we would never have reached such heights.

Rehearsing each week, usually on Friday nights, we began the year with Suite from Tannhauser' by Richard Wagner. Later in first term we also began working on Tchaikowsky s T h e Sleeping Beauty', from his ballet. Later we a d d e d to our repertoire Basin Street Blues', a well known jazz number. Thus there was great variety and a chance for each section of the orchestra to "show off ".

I would like t o thank and congratulate the music staff for their continuous encouragement.

For all Year 12s t h e r e is no m o r e orchestra on Friday nights, after all t h e s e years, and to all other members, I h o p e next year and the years to follow a r e just as good as 1989.

Kathy Wilkie, Year 12.

FIRST VIOLINS: Kathy Wilkie {leader), julie Rankin, Natalie Bergen, Angela Nicholas, SomLing Leung, Kate Gibson, Melanie Fasham, Sarah Kate Doyle, Rachel Needoba, Rebecca Millikan, Lenore Ellett, Patricia Wong, Melissa Rankin, Amaruka Hazari, Melissa Rankin, Rowan Tuttleby, Carolynne Baker, Melissa Batty.

SECOND VIOLINS: Gabrielle Knights, Katherine Dawson (joint leadersl, Lesley Chow, Louisa Oppenheim, Suman Joshi, Melissa Perks, Rebecca Ziffer, Sarah Chin, Wendy Wu, Rosemary Field, Rebecca Sleeth, Bronwyn Andrew.

VIOLA: Dierdre Dowling (leader), Anna Stewart, Kathy Thomson, Carolyn Barton, Chloe Walton.

CELLOS: Fiona Symons (leader), Kate Bergen, Marian Wheda, Stella Roditsis, Charlotte Dennis, Miranda Jamieson, Yasmin Aly, Anna Kent.

Caroline Bennet.

BASSES: Rebecca Miller, Dianne Bergen, Kylie Trompf.

PERCUSSION: Allison Summers, Kirsty McDougall.

SAXOPHONES: Elizabeth Douglas, Amelianne Truscott, |ulie Findlay, l a n e Pace, S u z a n n e Field, Anita King, Claire Putt.

HORNS: Anne Wigglesworth, Michelle Francis, Fiona Etherton.

TRUMPETS: Catherine Sealy, joanne Halls, Katie Gleeson, Claire Barton.

TROMBONES: Krishna Ferguson. Natasha Otzen, Carolyn Welch.

TUBA: Katrin Hewitt.

FLUTES: lulia Coldrey. lane Levin, Sonia Turecek, Helen Pearce, Alyson Locket. Sarah Whitchurch, Christine Morris, Catherine Fisher, jodie Hogg, Tarna Schmidt, Emma Kowal, Nerissa Easton.

OBOES: Rachael Scott, Kylie McCubbing, Vanessa Sowerwine, Bernadine Holland, Megan Warrell.

CLARINETS: Evelyn Halls. Sally Mapp, Hayley Smithers, Alex Kent, Sarah Adams. Mandy Drury.

BASSOONS: Krishna Shugg, Elizabeth Bennett.

Jenny Martin.

JS Choir singing with sign l a n g u a g e at a Year 12 Chapel S e r v i c e

Gala Concert The Gala Concert again lived u p to its name, a truly joyful celebration of music in all its wonderful variety.

The buzz of p a r e n t s and friends in the foyer as they arrived, t h e striking checker-board cover of the p r o g r a m m e featuring t h e crests of both MLC and Camberwell Grammar School, t h e tuning of musical instruments and the excited whispers of h u n d r e d s of girls set the a t m o s p h e r e of expectation.

The evening began with the Training Orchestra sweeping into t h e striking King William's March' and then Bill Bailey'. We w e r e then treated to a Rondo from t h e Concert Orchestra and a wonderful selection from t h e opera, Tannhauser.

The switch to Basin Street Blues' was fun and obviously enjoyed by all t h e orchestra.

Everyone loves t h e Sleeping Beauty Waltz' which the Chamber Orchestra then performed.

The feast of music was taken u p by the String Orchestra which played a marvellous Allegro and then effortlessly followed, playing with great enjoyment, t h e |ig and Finale' from the St. Paul's Suite.

The Year 9 Madrigal Group in fine voice took the stage and their clear and fine voices rose in T h e Herdmaiden's Song' and that typically lifting Irish Air The Galway Piper'.

The Junior School Choir had dressed colourfully in costume t o sing two songs from Hansel and Gretel. They w e r e a delight to watch and tried to send us away with So Long, Farewell' from t h e Sound of Music, but t h e audience had no intention of going, clapping heartily and waiting for more.

The Senior Madrigals a r e a treasure of t h e school and t h e four songs they sang a treat at this feast. Fair Phyllis' was beautifully sung, but t h e most unusual use of t h e voice in Sea- Wash' was an experience t o b e r e m e m b e r e d .

This would have b e e n enough pleasure for a Gala Concert but after interval c a m e the flower

at t h e t o p of the tree. A fine performance by the combined choirs of MLC and CGS of Mozart's Requiem Mass. The soloists gave d e p t h and quality t o this p e r f o m a n c e which was conducted by Mrs. Elton-Brown. To sing in such a massed choir is such a wonderful feeling and the song that rises from all those notes pouring forth is a memory I know many of us will have all our lives. It was a great night and 1 went h o m e tired but very happy and fulfilled.

Gala Concert 1989 was Great.

Eunice Finter, Year 12.

Mozart's Requiem After many months of meetings and planning, 1989 saw the undertaking of Mozart's Requiem Mass with Camberwell Boys' Grammar School.

The MLC Concert Choir combined with t h e Camberwell Grammar Senior Choir to produce a choir of 350 voices. The two choirs consisted of students, past students and teachers. Margot Cory (soprano!, Judith Mallinson (contralto), David Ashton- Smith (tenor), and Chung WaiSoong (baritone) sang t h e solo parts.

Over many centuries t h e setting of t h e Requiem Mass has inspired musicians t o write beautiful music. Mozart was o n e of those many musicians who was inspired t o write a requiem.

The words of the mass offered dramatic suggestions. Bold phrases such as "Rex gloriae!" contrasted with the soft and gentle p h r a s e "Salva m e " . Combinations of strong and gentle phrases generated fine sounds.

Two performances of t h e Requiem Mass were held, both at the Dallas Brooks Hall. The first was on Thursday 1st )une at Camberwell G r a m m a r School's choral concert. This mass was conducted by Mr. Trevor Henley, Camberwell G r a m m a r ' s music director. The second performance, conducted by Mrs. Elton-Brown was on Friday 21st July at the MLC Gala Concert.

Singing the Requiem Mass was a dramatic experience that was thoroughly enjoyed by the audience and the performers. Mrs. Elton-Brown h o p e s that the performers found the Requiem Mass rewarding and something to r e m e m b e r and b e proud about.

Jenny Gee Wah, Year 9.

Concert Choir

BULLFROG CHORUS Like cattle to the slaughter, Meekly, demurely we shuffle in. She is in o n e of her m o o d s — fangs b a r e d and hungry for blood. The door is locked, w o e betide any latecomer, even if it is only by three seconds or so, for decapitation is guaranteed.

We begin, tuning u p as a bullfrog chorus: her face grows darker, and her e a r s would b e perfect satellite dishes. A whisper — back row, third to t h e right, and her wrath is brought upon us.

"Stand up girl!" s h e d e m a n d s . "Seeing you a r e so eager t o use your voice, sing for us! Go on, sing."

Cringe. "Me?" The poor girl is ashen.

"Yes, you. Sing. Don't worry, the whole chorus is on your side, and hating me."

The last rehearsal b e f o r e t h e Bullfrog Concert, tension is always in t h e air, but the results — well worth the efforts of the bullfrog chorus and its leader.

Anon, Year 12.

Gala Concert

Rules for Choir and Madrigal girls and proposed amendments to college regulations No m e m b e r shall choose geography, art, community involvement, or go on Outward Bound, thus eliminating interference with rehearsals.

Year 10 Work Experience must b e delayed until t h e holidays.

Choristers may only fall ill on a Thursday or a weekend when no rehearsals a r e scheduled No chorister may shriek on trams, or participate in war-cries on sports day. Voices must b e preserved.

All glandular illnesses may not b e contracted until after t h e Gala Concert and then not in the six weeks prior to Speech Night.

Fraternizing with m e m b e r s of CGS Choir is absolutely forbidden. ALL e y e s must remain on t h e conductor AT ALL TIMES. Lunch must b e consumed b e f o r e school, at recess, during class, after school, or not at all, with t h e exception of Monday, s o that no girl eats during rehearsal.

Senior m e m b e r s should c o m m e n c e exam study during t h e summer holidays, enabling t h e m t o obtain g o o d marks while attending rehearsals held during the week prior to, and during exams.

Senior School H o u s e Chorals

Natalie Bergen, Year 12.

Going Down To See Sister What kind of a world w e r e we leading ourselves into? Would t h e s e steps take us to another timezone? Had w e stumbled across the staircase of time itself?...four, five, six...As we ascended, we were o v e r c o m e by an inexplicable sense of t h e unknown. The dark cloud of mystery thickened as we n e a r e d our goal...twenty one, twenty two. We w e r e there! Our relief was immense. We had survived t h e first challenge.

Now, to confront this infamous figurehead.

Images of this next challenge filled our heads.

Floating down t h e dark, narrow hallway t o w a r d s us was a tall, imposing woman, her face rigidly structured, her e y e s penetrating, her black hair pulled back tightly, her crisp, starched uniform demonstrating her frightening efficiency, but scariest of all, a lethal syringe poised in her cold, wrinkled hand.

This was almost enough to make us turn and flee back to reality. But we had a job t o do. We took d e e p b r e a t h s of courage and stepped through the doorway of t h e nurses' room. A warm ray of light suddenly reached out to us, beckoning us in. Immediately at ease, we felt as though we'd known Sister Kirsty Evans for years. Her cheery and youthful a p p e a r a n c e at once dismissed our previous fears.

Sr. Evans certainly has a great burden on her shoulders, having t h e task of caring for at least two thousand girls and staff members, as well as herself. Surprisingly, she has never been seriously ill in t h e time she has b e e n here, despite the forty-odd patients she has every day. Helping Sr. Evans a r e Sr. Kapoor and Sr. Brownell, who work on alternative part-time shifts during the week. Each nurse has b e e n at MLC for about t h r e e years now.

Sr. Evans also has t h e responsibility of looking after the boarders, so it is understandable that s h e lives in t h e quarters. She shares this humble a b o d e with her husband and contrary to popular belief, Sister has a reasonably exciting social life. Yet everything has a drawback, and Sister tends to find her surroundings s o m e w h a t claustrophobic.

The nurses' main job is purely first aid, supplying over-the- counter medication and treating the m o r e c o m m o n complaints. However, t h e nurses serve m o r e p u r p o s e s than o n e would

think. They supply needles, cotton, eucalyptus oil (to remove liquid paper) and general health advice. They are also seen by many as people with whom problems may b e discussed. Sister describes her relationship with many of the girls as that of a big sister, or a surrogate mother for t h e boarders.

Sister admits that there a r e certain rogues she d o e s not take a particular fancy to and vice versa, but she d o e s get along well with most. As this point was being m a d e a girl walked in with a cheerful Hi Sis!". Sister is entrusted with many secrets and is usually up-to-date with the boarders' gossip.

The sincerity of girls' complaints cannot b e openly d o u b t e d by Sister; she must take girls at face value. There is rather a big problem with girls using the sick bay to skip a class but a word of warning: most teachers ring Sister to check u p on students. She advises, "Do not use t h e sickbay as a false excuse because 1 won't cover for you."

Wanting to clear the air a little, Sister explained that the patient records a r e not kept

in o r d e r t o charge students for their medication but purely to k e e p track of who has visited in case of a doubting teacher. Another gripe Sister wants t o clear is that she d o e s not "just give s o m e o n e a Panadol and send t h e m back to class."

Sister also believes t h e school expects too much of her and her colleagues. They have enough knowledge to b e qualified nurses, but they a r e not doctors. In t h e past, s o m e crises have arisen, which have b e e n rather stressful for t h e ladies in blue. On o n e occasion an elderly lady broke her hip in the school grounds and a staff m e m b e r suffered a heart attack.

S o m e amusing illnesses and occasions c o m e to Sister's mind, but they remain confidential. In t h e past she has looked after birds, possums and various other sick animals.

We have now discovered that our school nurse is not an intimidating figure, but m o r e of a martyr figure, s o m e o n e who all healthy MLC students should look u p to.

We thanked t h e nurse for her co-operation and d e s c e n d e d the d r e a d e d stairs. "Woops. Oh my Gosh, I missed a step!!! NURSE!!"

Katrina Lawrence and Melinda Nikolich, Year 11.

The Three S i s t e r s

The MLC Stereotypes: Where do you fit in?

Before reading this, glance around your classroom. Observe t h e behaviour of your classmates. Have you ever noticed their distinct behavioural patterns? For example, watch the b e a c o n s positioned in t h e front row. Shining examples of scholastic success, they a r e loved by the teachers and widely tipped to reach that a w e s o m e height of leadership — the Prefect.

Now, run your eyes back through the rows and note the gradual degeneration. The middle rows consist of a variety of stereotypes like the artistic geniuses, the pseudo-intelligentsia and t h e quiet science lover. By t h e time you have reached the last row t h e only life forms in sight a r e the girls who will most likely b e c o m e the q u e e n s of society once they inherit d a d d y ' s company and marry t h e son of t h e vicepresident of d a d d y ' s associate company. Where d o you fit in a m o n g t h e conglomeration of talented youngsters who frequent the halls of our dear college?

As you may have observed, the peer group into which you fall in t h e future is established during your school years. Of course, the perfect MLC girl is eager to please teachers and other highly-placed school staff. S o m e have labelled this as "sucking up", a distasteful phrase not known to the perfect MLC girl. Thus she a p p e a r s attentive and eager to learn. She places herself in the front row, right under the teacher's nose. I know from experience that this will allow o n e t o get away with practically anything as t h e teacher glances past you to k e e p checks on t h e m o r e troublesome students u p the back. P e r h a p s the single most effective method of endearing oneself t o the teacher is

by wearing a b a d g e saying "Young Labor" or "Down with Capitalism" as it is commonly accepted that most teachers vote Labor.

Moving to t h e other end of the spectrum we m e e t the hard-done- by wealthy girls whose only problem is chosing four formal dresses out of a possible five. The futility of attempting to teach t h e s e girls is alleviated only by t h e recognition that their daddies contribute substantially to MLCs coffers. They may b e seen at lunchtime, coquettishly salivating down t h e fence while talking to Boys. They also a t t e m p t to impress their teachers with statements like: Teacher: What a r e t h e five main causes of unemployment?

Student: My Dad says it's t h e Trade Unions, the Aborigines, immigration, lazy b u m s and exhorbitant taxes placed on high income earners. The burden is completely on t h e shoulders of the wealthy. Oh, t h e Labor Party.

That makes six.

It is comforting to think that the future of our nation is in the hands of such open-minded, socially-aware and concerned people.

Naturally, s o m e of you will fit neither category, which brings us to the middle rows in the classroom. Observe the artistic/humanities types.

They a r e society's future patrons of good tastes and t h e Arts. For t h e time being they cover their folders with Picasso and fill their minds with Baudelaire. Lunchtimes a r e spent discussing the plays of Oscar Wilde or arguing in the debating society.

Then there is t h e nightclubber, distinguished

by large black rings under t h e eyes and many rings on t h e fingers. Seldom successful at school, she lives for the night moving from pick-up joint to pick-up joint. Little is known of this creature, as her a p p e a r a n c e during the day is rarely noted.

Upon entering the library at lunchtime o n e is struck by a wave of never-abating noise. Within this environment o n e encounters t h e studious girl intent on devouring knowledge at every opportunity, ignorant of the pleasures of life and bitterly disappointed when a test p a p e r reveals a fault. S h e t e n d s to b e a little inept on the social scene as the following conversation at a school d a n c e reveals: Girl (to blind date): umm...l have an insect collection which I have b e e n adding to for the last six months. It's very interesting.

Blind date: Really! Do you like dancing?

Girl: No, I can't d o anything t o o strenuous. My glasses fog u p if I get too excited, (long silence) Blind date: Umm...do you want to just sit and talk then?

Girl: Yes, if you like. I have a rock collection too. I find it fascinating to c o m p a r e rock surfaces.

Thus, emerging from a sea of green is an array of prefects, glamour girls, intelligentsia, artists and scientists. Within these ranks there a r e factions of extreme right-wingers, dedicated socialists, d e m u r e young ladies and brash partygoers. Where d o you fit in? lulia Pryor, Year 12.

The Cherry Doc Man He finds t h a t MLC girls a r e generally wellb e h a v e d a n d even says that s o m e of his musician friends a r e envious of his working here!

David is 23 y e a r s old a n d his birthday is on April I 3. For t h e benefit of astronomical r e a d e r s h e is an Aries but h e is not really into h o r o s c o p e s . He believes in f a t e a n d likes t o think t h a t t h e r e is life after d e a t h . He d o e s not b e l o n g t o a religion but believes that t h e r e is "something o u t t h e r e " .

W e also a s k e d David how h e s p e n t his w e e k e n d s . He informs us h e frequently a t t e n d s night clubs like Razor. He u s e d t o go t o T h e M e t r o b u t n o w h a t e s it. He e n j o y s p u b s like t h e E s p l a n a d e Hotel a n d h e also likes t o relate t o n a t u r e by going camping!

David also h a s a lot of o t h e r h i d d e n talents.

He is t h e lead singer of a b a n d called Kid Colosus a n d t h e Spaghetti Marinari. The b a n d plays c o v e r s of legends like Elvis Presley a n d Jimi Hendrix a s well a s a lot of original b l u e s n u m b e r s . And a s if t h a t ' s not e n o u g h David also m a k e s a few bucks busking a t t h e Camberwell market.

A m a n of burning ambition, David is working - - o n a solo c a b a r e t act in o r d e r t o t a k e c a b a r e t t o t h e streets. He d r e a m s of designing t h e album cover for his b a n d ' s first release a n d plans t o h a v e a big family. "I'm a family m a n , " h e admits.

S o next time you s e e t h o s e eight-ups scooting by r e m e m b e r t h a t t h e cherry d o c man is m o r e than just a pretty face a n d a pair of b o o t s .

Melinda Nikolich and Katrina Lawrence, Year 11.

"Oh my Cod, there's the cherry doc man!"

Silence s w e e p s o v e r t h e g r o u n d s of MLC. The Year 7s s t o p playing Bros, t h e Year 8s a r e p e r s u a d e d t o put d o w n their mirrors, t h e Year 9 s a r e forced t o s t o p arranging their hair, t h e Year 10s a r e convinced t o b u t t o u t their cigarettes, every Year I 1 h e a d turns simultaneously in t h e direction of t h e Art D e p a r t m e n t a n d e v e n t h e Year 1 2s can b e prised a w a y from t h e vending machine.

W h o on earth is this m y s t e r i o u s cherry d o c m a n ' a n d how did h e obtain all this p o w e r over MLC girls?

As roving r e p o r t e r s for Silver a n d Green w e c o n d u c t e d our own investigation a n d w e h o p e t h a t this article will a n s w e r all your q u e s t i o n s a b o u t t h e cherry d o c m a n .

His n a m e is David Frazer a n d h e works in t h e Art D e p a r t m e n t in t h e C e n t e n a r y building. His job involves fixing b r o k e n things, making shelves, framing pictures, mixing chemicals a n d s h o p p i n g for supplies.

After leaving R o s e b u d High School David felt it w a s time t o hit t h e big s m o k e . For t h o s e of you w h o e n j o y Mexican, David u s e d t o work a t Taco Bill's in t h e city. W e b s a r d t h a t his speciality w a s h o t chile. When h e quit that, h e did a Fine Arts c o u r s e at PIT in B u n d o o r a . After graduating he e a r n e d t h e title of artist.

Artists d o n ' t m a k e t h a t much m o n e y s o David c a m e t o MLC. Upon being q u e s t i o n e d David reveals t h a t h e p r e f e r s working in a girls' school.

D a v i d Frazer Would y o u b u y a u s e d c a r f r o m t h i s m a n ?

Even More Teachers' Quotes MISS OSWALD:

"Mmmm...smell t h a t sweat!"

MR. FRY (to a Year 12 studentl: "Work a t it though...you will b e literate o n e d a y . " MISS COATES: " Y o u ' r e so restless a n d ratty."

MRS. |ONES: "I w a s n ' t e n c o u r a g i n g you t o nick off!"

MISS PARNABY (to a studentl: "Maybe your m o t h e r thinks your sexual activity is similar t o a b o t t o m l e s s pit."

STUDENT: "But w h a t can you d o on t h e phone?"

MR. McGRATH: "I got a q u o t e in last y e a r . . . w o n d e r if I'll get a n o t h e r this y e a r ? "

MRS. IONES: "And you'd obviously h a v e t o h a v e lots of little m e n b e h i n d t h o s e little walls all t h r o w i n g things."

MR. FRY: "You must excuse m e wearing m y g o w n today...I spilled my lunch in a very e m b a r r a s s i n g place."

MS. IOHNSTON: " T h e r e ' s a lot t o b e said for marrying for m o n e y . " MR. BELL: "Has a n y o n e s e e n B o b H a w k e working t h e s t r e e t s ? " MR. FRY: "I h a d on my sportshirt with windmills o n it...I love it b u t my wife h a t e s it."

MRS. SMITH: "1 can only d r a w plant cells b e c a u s e t h e y look like bricks g o n e w r o n g " MS. IOHNSTON: "You know w h a t A m e r i c a n s a r e like."

MR. BELL: "Mr H o w a r d is physically ridiculous."

MISS GARLICK: "Those horrid Year I Is..."

MR. McGRATH: "Sex a s in m a l e a n d female, not a s in h o w m a n y t i m e s you d o it."

MS. DE ZILWA: "Sorry girls, it must b e t h e d r u g s I'm o n . "

MRS. [ONES: "Aren't I a g o o d girl?"

MR. BELL: "God, I w a s a p o m p o u s 9 0 $%&."

MISS COATES: "There's a n u n d e r c u r r e n t of chatter."

MR. BUCKINGHAM: girls."

"OK. g e t out your c r a y o n s

MS. PARNABY: T e a c h i n g is all a b o u t bribery a n d manipulation."

MR. SAVAGE: "Thou shalt not u s e t h e P h a n t o m ' s n a m e in vain!"

MRS. MICHELE: "...then t h a t m e a n s b a b i e s would b e like a cuboid!"

MR. BELL: " W o m e n g a s p w h e n t h e y s e e m e in my s p e e d o s . " MR. BUCKINGHAM: " P e o p l e b o r r o w m o n e y f r o m w h e r e it is o f f e r e d t h e c h e a p e s t . In your case, f r o m m u m m y a n d d a d d y . " MS. DE ZILWA: "Last night, all I r e m e m b e r is sitting in a b a r with a black b a n d playing."

MR. BUCKINGHAM: "Some families live on $ 1 5 , 0 0 0 p e r year, an a m o u n t which you would s p e n d just o n clothes."

MR. BELL: "When t h e o p p o r t u n i t y arises...perve."

A Green Dream The seagulls used to scream and call where the cities stand so tall.

Across the darkened bay so far 1 hear the screech of a racing car.

Over our developed land w h e r e towns and cities now stand I see forbidding smog that rises with the buildings of various sizes, in a world we love s o much being destroyed at our every touch.

In the sea so dark and mysterious t h e fish a r e beginning to get delirious.

With all our wastes, wants and n e e d s we a r e forgetting animals and trees, but there is h o p e for the world and I so living things can live not die, because people will wake u p o n e day and they will think we must d o not say.

What I mean by this conception is the simple rule of deception, that if nothing is d o n e quick and fast p e o p l e shall b e dreaming of an unnatural past.

Sarah Hook, Year 7.

Pollution Lots of pollution is going about, And harming the ozone layer.

We all want to plant new trees.

But who will b e t h e payer?

While all these problems a r e being solved.

Lots of d a m a g e is being d o n e .

They're killing whales and cutting quails, And lots of disasters will come.

Wendy Shang, Year 4.

Environment The ozone layer is going, Because our care isn't showing.

S o m e people will die, And s o m e people will cry.

Aerosol sprays a r e killing t r e e s And aerosol sprays a r e killing bees.

People a r e really bad And they drive m e mad.

Belinda Choon, Year 4.

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Future Planet Yes I am hopeful that the environmental catastrophe can b e avoided. The people in the government and all of us t o o should b e able to look around and s e e what is happening t o our future. We should get out and start to b a n the things that a r e causing the environmental catastrophe. Indeed there is a very big crisis that in time might kill us all. With such a big crisis w e might have to change our whole style of living by not cutting down t r e e s and by not incinerating off old things a n d start composting instead of incinerating and killing the future, lasmine Giles, Year 4.

I d o n ' t think that w e have any future if we keep on destroying the world. All t h e acid rain will kill the leaves and trees and w e will die with them.

By t h e year 2,000 the land might b e as dry as the d e s e r t or as over-flowed a s a flood. All s e w e r a g e shouldn't b e thrown into t h e sea, it should b e fertilised on plants, trees, vegetables and fruits. All food scraps should not b e d u m p e d anywhere, it should b e used as c o m p o s t because that also is a very good fertilizer.

Eleena Tong, Year 4.

Yes I am hopeful t h e catastrophe will stop.

People a r e being very careless. People can avoid it but they a r e too lazy. Well, right now s o m e p e o p l e a r e not responding to t h e G r e e n h o u s e effect and pollution. If t h e Government is going to act they should act now.

The Government should b a n CFCs. halogens and all t h e o t h e r chemicals which destroy t h e a t m o s p h e r e . Factories should not b e allowed to put their waste into the air and water.

Jane Murray, Year 4.

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HOUSE SPIRIT Everyone is sitting and singing house songs, cheering on o n e person, calling her by name, "Walrus, Walrus, Walrus..,"' an affectionate n a m e for Berry's house captain. The whole house, representing o n e fifth of t h e school, is behind that o n e girl. Yet, it d o e s n ' t matter who she is; e v e r y o n e wants her to d o her best.

There is admiration for t h e captains and a great willingness t o cheer and egg on' our fellow team mates. What is it that connects each house m e m b e r to form a whole b o d y enclosed in a bubble of team spirit? Is it a force o n e receives on being admitted to t h e school? Is it a tradition implanted deeply and subtly within each of us?

As o n e or two m e m b e r s concious of proficiency points yell "sit d o w n " , t h e whole house obediently sits. On another day a few smart remarks would b e returned and t h e offenders would continue t o stand.

I sit amongst a few friends w h o a r e screaming loudly. I turn back and s e e Berry clad bodies concentrating on t h e race in progress.

House music is no different. The conductor, with t h e slightest twitch of her left eyebrow is able t o change t h e dynamics of t h e piece dramatically. All eyes a r e focused on this o n e student, happily giving her our utmost attention.

No matter what t h e event, time of year, or girl in charge, house events always create the s a m e atmosphere, combining h u n d r e d s of girls to a single purpose.

Natalie Bergen, Year 12.

The Toilet Monster

BLINDNESS

T h e r e was o n c e a b o y n a m e d Tim, He had a g r e a t g i n o r m o u s grin.

But h e had a b a d habit, He d i d n ' t pull t h e chain, Like his s m a r t friend lane, Then o n e d a y his sister Mary, Told him a b o u t a cousin of t h e t o o t h fairy, He w a s t h e toilet m o n s t e r big a n d strong, But s m a r t y p a n t s Tim t h o u g h t s h e was wrong, Then o n e d a y w h e n h e w a s on t h e loo, S u d d e n l y , quite o u t of t h e blue, A gurgling s o u n d c a m e out of t h e pipes.

P o o r old Tim s c r e a m e d "CRIPES!" He j u m p e d off t h e s e a t , And ran and ran till h e t h o u g h t he w a s b e a t .

But t h e m o n s t e r w a s back for m o r e , Tim t h r e w his a p p l e core, But t h e m o n s t e r a t e it.

Then t h e m o n s t e r a t e him t o o , S o t h e next time you go t o t h e loo, R e m e m b e r t h e i m p o r t a n t thing you have t o do!

My sight was gone, t h e world s e e m e d dark, I was angry and annoyed at every sympathetic remark.

Octavia Schweitzer, Year 7.

Realism in writing

I was furious with everybody for being so cruel for this blindness to attack me.

I was just as helpless as a mule.

I got around okay.

Yes I did alright though at s o m e points I was panicky, I just wanted to see light.

Oh how I longed to see my m o t h e r ' s face again, to s e e her hazel eyes t o s e e my little sister play and r e m e m b e r how she cries.

When I'm in a room alone, sometimes I feel so scared I feel so helpless and really sad I just want t o know s o m e o n e is there, S o m e o n e who cared.

At night I lie in bed thinking if this was a dream but no. when I wake u p and I can't see, this is the way it will always be, it seems.

Willow Kellock, Year 6.

Bravely, I battled my way u p t h e d r e a d e d stairway t o t h e t o p floor. As t h o u g h it was natural, my legs collapsed a n d I leant against a cold s t o n e wall. My legs t o s s e d a n d t u r n e d trying t o a c c e p t a c o m f o r t a b l e position on t h e prickly, dirty, p a t c h e d c a r p e t .

N o t e s from a r a d i o w a f t pulsingly from a r o o m , and collide with t h e c l a m b e r i n g of m u t t e r i n g girls e c h o i n g f r o m t h e staircase. The stairs a r e quiet n o w b u t t h e r a d i o pulses a w a y like a h e a r t b e a t .

Backwards and forwards teachers pace the c o r r i d o r a n d e y e m e a glance e a c h way. The lady o v e r t h e o t h e r s i d e is staring at me; s h e h a s b e e n since I a p p e a r e d u p h e r e . S h e glances d o w n on m e f r o m t h e wall almost q u e s t i o n i n g my existence h e r e on t h e floor of t h e art d e p a r t m e n t c o r r i d o r .

Keys rattle a n d chime, t h e n o p e n a d o o r .

A p o u n d i n g m a n ' s voice p r o c e e d s from t h e r o o m next d o o r , instructions for his class flying e v e r y w h e r e . Then t h e p o u n d i n g m a n struts p a s t m e d o w n t h e c o r r i d o r but s e n d s m e a g e n t l e smile on t h e way.

Keys rattle and chime, t h e n close a d o o r .

I p e e r u p a n d d o w n t h e c o r r i d o r inspecting t h e display of s h a p e d a n d f o r m e d artwork which h a s vanished, r e a p p e a r e d , then v a n i s h e d . Never t o r e t u r n ?

Tittering giggles tickle at my sides, until a girl strolls p a s t with her h e a d d o w n . S h e h a s her e y e p a t c h e d o v e r a n d s h e really looks u n h a p p y , like a b r e a t h of s a d n e s s .

The w o r d s f r o m r o o m s m u t t e r on. occasionally a burst of laughter e c h o e s , a n d t e a c h e r s c o n t i n u e t o m o u t h out instructions a n d c o m m a n d s . The stairs h a v e s t o p p e d their c l a m b e r i n g and chatting, b u t t h e old lady on t h e wall still s t a r e s , but n o w I think s h e smiles at m e .

This place is like no o t h e r . T h e feel of it is creative and indulgent. I feel like a fly on t h e wall as nothing a n d n o b o d y is b o t h e r e d or c o n c e r n e d with my o b s e r v a t i o n s h e r e . I feel p e a c e f u l , t o g e t h e r a n d at h o m e .

Louisa Gent.

Father Figure H e ' s a bit of a s p o r t s m a n in his o w n eyes, flexing his calf muscles as h e sits on t h e couch watching t h e cricket. We h a v e c o m p e t i t i o n s t o s e e w h o can g e t t h e biggest bulge of muscles.

He a l w a y s likes t o win. T h a t ' s my Dad. I a l w a y s feel t h a t his e y e s a r e watching me. I h a t e it w h e n during a s p o r t s g a m e I glance a c r o s s t h e court t o s e e his e y e s glaring back at m e . The worst p a r t is it isn't a disgusted or e n c o u r a g i n g look, just a p e n e t r a t i n g v a c a n t pair of e y e s . They d o n ' t give a w a y a thing.

Nothing.

As w e sit at t h e d i n n e r t a b l e h e always r e a d t h e labels of t h e t o m a t o s a u c e a n d m u s t a r d jars. His e y e s slowly m o v e o v e r e v e r y ingredient, wanting t o know e v e r y t h i n g as he sits back a n d relaxes a f t e r a hard d a y at work He brings his h a n d s u p t o his f a c e a n d slowly r u b s t h e m u p w a r d s , right t o t h e t o p of his h e a d w h e r e t h e bald patch wrinkles up. T h e r e a r e only small wisps of hair t h e skin is red.

Mum tries t o m a k e his w e a r his white towelling hat. He forgets.

When h e ' s m a d his nostrils flare out wildly a n d his face g o e s a red o r p u r p l e colour.

When h e ' s really w o r k e d up. t e n d o n s in his neck bulge out. He is frightening w h e n h e ' s like that.

He is a very a n i m a t e d talker a n d really lights u p a c o n v e r s a t i o n . When h e is talking t o a g r o u p of p e o p l e his e y e s flash a r o u n d from f a c e t o f a c e taking in e v e r y c o m m e n t said. He s a y s his bit a n d waits again until t h e right time h a s c o m e for him to s p e a k . He is e v e r alert a n d o n t h e ball, h e a l w a y s s e e m s t o know w h a t t o say a n d w h e n . T h a t ' s w h e n I like my dad best.

Karen Hunt.

My Beautifully Unperturbed Grandmother As t h e coffin d e s c e n d s I think of t h e frail, old b o d y inside.

My g r a n d m o t h e r sits in h e r flat, smoking, watching h e r favorite TV p r o g r a m u n a w a r e of t h e goings on a r o u n d her. Sitting innocently in her favourite chair, wearing her old a n d w o r n dressing gown, fiddling with her w e d d i n g ring hoping I would c o m e a n d visit her s o o n . Last night w e s a w her walking t o t h e milk b a r with her d r e s s i n g gown on, not a w a r e t h a t s h e might b e disturbing o t h e r s . It is n o w t h e d a y of her funeral.

I r e m e m b e r the moment we found out she had b e e n r o b b e d t h e d a y of her d e a t h , all of her jewellery t a k e n and her w e d d i n g ring with which s h e wished to b e b u r i e d . I a m angry, thinking h o w ruthless p e o p l e must b e r o b b i n g her w h e n s h e w a s d e a d , b u t t h e s e t h o u g h t s f a d e a s I think h o w s h e loved m e a n d how I would miss her. Seeing my m o t h e r a n d sister crying I realise t h a t never again would I s e e my beautifully u n p e r t u r b e d g r a n d m o t h e r .

Cathy B o w d e n .

SOMETHING CONCRETE garden g n o m e with grey paintless knees hoeing wheelbarrowing on solid pink flamingo broken leg from gale of last S e p t e m b e r or p e r h a p s t h e m o r e traditional imitation Greek statue the armless virile male in the garden of violent violet w e a t h e r b o a r d or m a y b e you prefer the elaborate plaster fountain? white with spiralling frills and flounces cupids spraying water into a lake of goldfish so many somethings concrete Emily Power, Year 12.

I Have A Little Cat I have a little cat I do, and he chews a funny-looking s h o e it is a s h o e coloured bright, bright red and he always chews it under my bed.

He's a funny little cat he is, h e zooms around the house whiz whiz whiz he always eats our fresh pavlova and he always goes around knocking things over.

He has a funny n a m e he does, t h e n a m e I give to him is Fuzz his colour is grey with a nice black tummy just the s a m e as his mummy.

He always eats a lot of food, because he is in a good mood.

He quite often likes t o catch a rat and he e a t s it sitting on his mat.

Fuzz quite often likes t o play with a ball but when h e tries to catch it he always s e e m s to fall this is just a little bit about my cat that is so likeable, lazy and fat.

Sophie Prior, Year 4.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS IN THE LAND OF OZ The girl.

The shoes.

The land of green.

My first day at MLC b o r e an uncanny resemblance to the classic, familiar fairy-tale, in which the heroine finds herself transported to a land geographically situated "somewhere over t h e rainbow ". The worn c o m p o n e n t s developed

by L. Frank Baum s e e m e d to b e eerily repeating themselves, with m e t h e innocent participant.

In compliance with t h e m o r e lenient of copyright laws, I must clarify that t h e r e were s o m e discrepancies b e t w e e n t h e two storylines.

My n a m e is not Dorothy, and my dog, a Schnauzer b r e d in Melbourne, is Elliot, not Toto.

I am not in t h e habit of picking u p strange men in straw, tin or otherwise, and have no place in my w a r d r o b e for ruby red slippers. The Ems I know a r e too young to b e aunties, and my singing voice leaves a lot to b e desired. But as for t h e rest...

Once upon a February I m a d e my way to the scholastic institution known as MLC. There was no yellow brick road to guide m e in my travels, though tramline 69 successfully steered m e to the outer gate. Staring u p at the metal f r a m e I felt a swelling in my chest and could almost feel the proud touch of my p a r e n t s as they patted m e on t h e back, egging m e onwards. Suddenly t h e touch b e c a m e a nudge, then a shove, then a rude push. Amidst angry elbows and jostling knees, I had my first contact with t h e student body. A little painful perhaps, but it was a start...

Trying desperately t o regain my balance, I took t h e first tentative s t e p into my MLC career.

And then another.

And another.

Until finally I could go no further.

I was lost!

Having attended an o p e n day, a concert, two examinations, and an orientation day at t h e school, I had confidently assumed I could make my way to class blindfolded. Ha! The naivety of youth. Why, 1 moaned, had I not b e e n supplied with a m a p t o study, refer to, and a b o v e all memorise? With a stupid smile c o m m o n only to tourists from overseas, I resolved t o follow a group of girls who looked as though they might have b e e n in my year (when in Rome d o as the Romansl hoping they would lead m e to t h e assembly hall. Instead, I wound u p in a toilet block. Useful for future reference but totally inappropriate for my present needs.

The plastic smile beginning to n u m b my jaw, I eventually discovered not only t h e hall but my timetable, classroom and tutor g r o u p as well.

Replacing my tired facial expression with o n e of honest relief and happiness, 1 stood for a m o m e n t absorbing my new surroundings. It was soon obvious that there existed an item of uniform conflicting with those mentioned on the mailing list. Or rather a uniform item which almost failed to exist at all. T-bar sandles confronted m e at every turn, and on every foot.

I stared down at my own feet in horror. There smirking back at m e with a superior "I told you s o " smile, shone my reflection, blatently clear in t h e clear in the shiny surface of my polished, new black lace-ups.

"Go away," I hissed fiercely.

"Not a chance," they sniggered back. "We're staying."

And so unwillingly I c o n c e d e d d e f e a t and concentrated on looking on t h e brighter side.

Failing to find that, I looked instead for any fellow wearers of minority footwear. I think in my entire first day I spied only o n e other student with feet laced u p in leather. Of course, s h e was new too.

The day brightened considerably with my discovery of t h e tuck shop. It s e e m e d generously extravagant, t o say t h e least. In fact, it s e e m e d near miraculous that with such an a b u n d a n t variety of food, t h e student body could maintain its svelte, slender figure. I concluded there must b e s o m e relationship b e t w e e n t h e delicacies served and t h e popularity of lunchtime aerobics.

Untitled The rest of the day I s p e n t floating along in the sea of green, with only the occasional wave or ripple. The turbulence of t h e morning settled into a calm flow, and as t h e tide washed in at three thirty, I was pleased with my skills of navigation. I had not encountered any wicked witch, although my fellow students assured m e SHE lurked d e e p within staff centre. My shoes had lost their newness and my reflection was pleasingly distorted. My e y e s had adjusted to t h e glare of constant green, and I could find each class with relative ease, although I figured I could use t h e excuse "I'm new" when arriving late for at least t h e better part of first term.

And t h e lesson of the day? If it all gets too much for you, if you feel you can't cope, just click t h o s e T-bar sandles together t h r e e times and r e p e a t over and over again T h e r e ' s no place like school."

A long s q u a r e box is it.

The memories remain a n d torture t h e weak Why flowers?

She'll never know The box takes her into t h e earth Slowly ever so slowly Safe as a b a b y in the womb.

S h e won't hurt a n y m o r e The pain is over a n d she e n d e d it.

She fought her way out of t h e w e b and set herself free of t h e sticky spider legs.

Blinded by themselves They didn't s e e her hurt.

They hurt now.

Samantha Feldman, Year II.

April Donnelly, Year 12.

BETRAYAL

School

There s h e lay, glazed over, dazed and stupid.

Dead t o t h e world in her blinkingly white bath, each scale a perfect silver moon stretched, stuffed and stupid.

There w e r e no flowers on her chest, only parsley.

Each little shining cut was s o m e h o w empty, dulled by death, but not quietened.

Her locked jaws stuck o p e n gaping They m o a n e d I did nothing' But It's not for m e t o judge.

I only feast on her gentle betrayal %....and it only cost a shrimp a n d a tiny, tiny hook.

Tabitha Clutterbuck, Year 12.

We're going back to school today, oh drats I would rather stay at h o m e and get nibbled by s o m e rats We're Going back t o school today, which m e a n s w e get m o r e b o o k s We also have to Take on all t h o s e teachers' ditty looks We also have t o wear a Daggy uniform of green.

Why can't I t r a d e them in on a pair of holey jeans!

1 would like t o b e a punk m o r e than anything in the World, But I have t o k e e p my hair up in horrid plaits and curls I've Graffitied all my bags and books And now I have to Hide t h e m in secret little nooks!

I'm glad t h e day is finally Finished, Before t h e teachers find my brain p o w e r s have Totally Diminished.

Lauren Berkefeld, Year 4.

The New Girl S h e walked into t h e r o o m , her e y e s cast d o w n , trying n o t t o look at t h e class with which s h e would b e for t h e rest of t h e year.

As soon a s s h e e n t e r e d t h e r o o m it w a s a s if e v e r y b o d y had s e n s e d s o m e t h i n g , b e c a u s e simultaneously e v e r y b o d y t u r n e d a r o u n d t o s t a r e at t h e n e w girl. To s e e w h a t s h e looked like a n d how s h e a c t e d . When s h e looked u p you could s e e t h e n e r v o u s n e s s in her b r o w n eyes, b e c a u s e s h e n e v e r actually focused on o n e p e r s o n . Her e y e s w a n d e r e d aimlessly a r o u n d t h e r o o m . If s h e looked at s o m e o n e s h e might find t h e m staring back. Those w h o w e r e n ' t looking at her w e r e talking a b o u t her.

S h e had d a r k b r o w n hair t h a t p r o b a b l y w e n t d o w n t o her lower back; it w a s h a r d to tell a s h e r hair w a s in a b r a i d . S h e must have s e e n s o m e t h i n g slightly a m u s i n g in t h e room, a s a little smirk s t a r t e d t o a p p e a r on her face. My t h o u g h t s w e r e i n t e r u p t e d by t h e t e a c h e r .

"This is t h e n e w girl Jane Morris. Girls, b e quiet n o w . " S h e p a u s e d until e v e r y o n e w a s quiet then b e g a n again. T would like you t o show her a r o u n d a n d m a k e her a s w e l c o m e a s possible."

When | a n e sat d o w n a relieved look s w e p t o v e r her face a s t h e introduction was over. I t h o u g h t s h e would fit in well a s p e o p l e s t a r t e d talking t o her.

Fiona Grant.

The Season Autumn The w o o d s seem to e c h o with their whisper.

Autumn twirls around.

Dancing as she passes t r e e s by.

Leaves whirl around, fluttering in the air Making way for her.

The crimson leaves twist and twirl, t h e golden o n e s get u p and dance.

The nut brown o n e s tumble and leap, each o n e to impress her.

Her chestnut hair flows down behind her back, Her hazel eyes aglow.

She brings a happy warmth to cool crisp mornings and nights.

Soon she starts to f a d e away her whispy feeling goes, for soon winter will c o m e and she will mysteriously disappear But surely to return next year.

Willow Kellock, Year 6.

LITERATURE...with apologies to Mr. Pryke personal response starting out atmosphere getting into it idea of ever line by line go b e y o n d another language Emily Power, Year 12

An Ode O. Snuggslybun Fuzzysoft Chatterpuff.

Sandi Burggraaf, Year 12.

Ballet HATE BALLET, I HATE IT! I REALLY REALLY DO! I n e v e r learn a THING I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I DO. Bianca Sumner, Year 3.

Voices I sit waiting on t h e cold s t o n e f o y e r floor. I can h e a r voices coming f r o m inside. Voices telling o t h e r s w h a t t o d o . lust a n o t h e r a s s e m b l y , t h e n all of a s u d d e n p e o p l e running quickly in all directions, all with a p u r p o s e .

I m o v e inside a n d sit right in t h e c e n t r e , c o m f o r t a b l y c o n t a i n e d in a p a d d e d seat. I am alone, i cast my gaze t o t h e ceiling, high up, its d i f f e r e n t c o l o u r e d w o o d , all fitting t o g e t h e r in long lines, stretching a w a y like a carefully p l a n n e d jigsaw puzzle. The s o u n d is drifting in f r o m t h e t e n n i s courts. As I look u p I h e a r t h e dull t h u d of ball a n d r a q u e t .

How can this place b e s o d i f f e r e n t at night time? A d r a m a festival for instance, dark, d o o r s closed, p r o p s , d r e s s i n g r o o m s . The fragile m o m e n t w h e n t h e a u d i e n c e ' s anticipation a n d t h e a c t o r ' s anticipation m e e t s a s t h e curtain rises.

Then I think of assemblies. Trying t o b e i n t e r e s t e d . The o r c h e s t r a pit, p e r h a p s symbolising t h e g a p b e t w e e n t e a c h e r s a n d s t u d e n t s in my p a r t of t h e school. The h o n o u r b o a r d s . What h o n o u r is this? The girls' n a m e s have n o f a c e s t o m e . Netball, swimming, athletics . . . w h o c a r e s ? M a y b e only t h e y t h e m s e l v e s . High a b o v e , t h e s t e r n - f a c e d p o r t r a i t s s t a r e at m e . You should know b e t t e r .

Their e y e s follow mine.

The light filters in through t h e o p e n shutters.

I r e m e m b e r late night r e h e a r s a l s for music, d r a m a or choir. My e y e s o f t e n w a n d e r t o t h e sky outside. Today it is o v e r c a s t .

The strategically placed chairs for staff m e m b e r s a r e r e m o v e d f r o m t h e stage, my t h o u g h t s w a n d e r again.

My a t t e n t i o n is d i r e c t e d t o t h e mural of a y o u n g girl on t h e wall. P e r h a p s it's t h e only thing I h a t e a b o u t this hall. The old irritation of why s h e h a s t o have a b a b y in her a r m s r e t u r n s . It m a k e s m e m o r e d e t e r m i n e d t o have a career.

A m a n c o m e s t o r e p l a c e a string on t h e old g r a n d piano. The s o u n d trickles out. I h e a r t h e quiet rumbling of t h e air conditioning a n d r e m e m b e r I'm hungry.

Kate Doyle, Year 10.

MISTY MOUNTAIN country cottage idle poppies lavender grey dusk upon hilly t o p crescent of world untouched rug of patch muted memories time past Emily Power, Year 12.

Butterflies

BUSHFIRE

REPLACEMENTS

For weeks the burning sun had reigned Over t h e hinterland, The once green leaves were curled and dry, The soil had turned t o sand.

As a child I played, With toys, and climbed u p trees.

Ran through the sunny park, And kicked t h e fallen leaves.

At t h e zoo, you will find The very b e s t things on e a r t h , They a r e of c o u r s e t h e butterflies W h o a r e p r e t t y from t h e d a y s of their birth.

The remnants of b y g o n e picnics lay Upon the dried out ground, Bottle t o p s and broken glass Were both there t o b e found.

But my blue skies turned to grey as I grew u p and older.

The rain replaced the sun, People grew m e a n e r and colder.

Red, yellow, b r o w n a n d g r e e n Are t h e c o l o u r s on their wings, Not t o f o r g e t o r a n g e a n d blue That m a k e t h e m m o r e beautiful things.

Hiding under rocks and leaves, Peeping through the grass, The sun s h o n e brightly through t h e trees And centred on the glass.

My little friends of long a g o Have changed, just like t h e weather.

I now have only memories Of t h e things we did together.

They fly a r o u n d their green s u r r o u n d i n g s And sit o n e v e r y plant, I wish I could fly like t h e m t o o , But u n f o r t u n a t e l y I c a n ' t .

It s h o n e and sparkled, glittered, smoked, Then flickered with a spark.

It landed on the forest bed And set fire t o the bark.

Now t h e boys replace our games, Cosmetics take the place of toys.

My p a r e n t s try to rule my life, The sorrows replace the joys.

When t h e y d o get hungry They sit o n a little flower, They e a t all t h e n e c t a r And look a r o u n d — t o a d m i r e their t o w e r .

The flame shot up a nearby bush, Burning with greatest ease.

Then crept and flickered along t h e ground, Spreading to all t h e trees.

I stare outside at the falling rain, Thinking of childish things I did.

Oh, t o b e back in the sunny park, I wish I was still a kid.

As I walk a r o u n d t h e e n c l o s u r e I s e e a gold o n e o n a flower b e d , It flies o v e r t o m e And gently sits o n my h e a d .

Kate Silberscher, Year 7.

It roared and howled like a b e a s t let loose, Spreading its ashes afar.

Not ceasing until t h e bush was reduced To an ugly, blackened scar.

Sorry, but how

Kate Macdonald, Year 8

would you like it?

Sitting pretty

Short.

Rounded.

Neat.

Concise.

Be m o r e concise, Dear.

S h e ' s sitting pretty in t h e c l a s s r o o m Feeling u p high on m u s h r o o m a n d S h e ' s sitting p r e t t y in t h e r e s t a u r a n t D r e s s e d u p in white s h e ' s a d e b u t a n t e Waiting for her introduction to t h e big, wide world S h e ' s just t u r n e d s e v e n t e e n . . .

Structure.

Depth.

Meaning Mood.

You must create a mood.

S h e ' s sitting p r e t t y o n t h e m a g a z i n e c o v e r Boys a n d girls t h e y look her o v e r Turning t h e p a g e you feel your a g e S h e ' s sitting pretty a f e m a l e v a m p S h e ' s twelve a n d her n a m e is Milla And e v e r y o n e is talking a b o u t her . . .

Meaning.

Time.

Evolution.

Conception.

Have you know conception.

Dear?

S h e ' s sitting p r e t t y an e m p t y shell Going through a p r i v a t e hell W o n d e r i n g w h a t else s h e h a s t o sell To t h e world b e f o r e t h e y a c c e p t her . . .

S h e ' s sitting p r e t t y in t h e nightclub Drinking wine, f e r m e n t i n g inside Rotting from your e x p e c t a t i o n s .

S h e d o e s n ' t fit in t h e s h o p w i n d o w But s h e d o e s n ' t let her feelings show S h e s a y s s h e ' s not stupid, but I w o n d e r . . .

Synthesis. Realization.

The bringing together.

You must bring it together, Dear.

You know, t h e end?

Like this?

That's right... sort of, Dear.

Oh...

You mean like everybody elses?

M-hm.

S h e ' s sitting p r e t t y c o n t e n t with life D o m e s t i c a t e d a very g o o d wife S h e ' s sitting p r e t t y in a c a f e A p r e t t y girl with a p r e t t y curl on a S u n d a y . . .

We have t h e f r e e d o m n o w t o fly We sit watching t h e world go by Or a r e w e just p r i s o n e r s in a gilded c a g e In this liberated d a y a n d a g e ?

Hoa Phan, Year 12.

Kirrily Weber, Year 11.

Rain Pitter, p a t t e r rain falling d o w n , Splish! Splash! Splosh!

I'm jumping in t h e p u d d l e s .

Boom g o e s t h e lightening!

Bang g o e s t h e t h u n d e r !

Pitter, patter! Splish! Splash! Splosh Bom! Bang!

Rachel Tan, Year 5.

Raining!

Pitter p a t t e r , Sky full of d e n s e , black clouds, Large, mirky p u d d l e s e v e r y w h e r e , Boring!

Xin Wei Tan, Year 5.

The Arabian Horse With nostrils quivering, t h e Arabian horse smells the air, Carved from marble he stands on the windswept hillside, With delicate face and a dish-shaped head, Wide golden eyes and aloof pricked ears, He stands there, perfect and beautiful, Every minute detail can b e seen, Tendons, muscles and veins, rippling under satin soft skin, With wind swept mane and b a n n e r of a tale.

The Arabian horse is p u r e and clean.

Kate Bossena, Year 11.

Snail, Slimey, Small Slowly creeping forward.

Slushy, Ugly, Fascinating.

Invertebrate.

Destroyer.

Katie Chmiel, Year 5.

Fish Four fat fish watching out for frogs.

Watch o u t fish h e r e c o m e s o m e f r o g s Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.

S t a c e y Lawson, Year 3.

COMMUNITY IMPRESSIONS Standing on the outside looking in...

Silver and Green sent a team of intrepid reporters out into t h e streets and trams of Melbourne to discover what the outside world thinks of our beloved school, our uniform and ourselves. Here is what they said about...

THE SCHOOL

THE UNIFORM

MLC GIRLS

Trinity Old Collegian (left 1986): "The school encourages girls to have a career without becoming radical feminists."

Father of MLC student: I sent my daughter t o MLC for two reasons. One, for the education.

But m o r e importantly, because of the opportunities she has outside of school work, like choir, sport and d r a m a . You wouldn't get that at a state school."

Elderly Woman: "The only change I find is the growth in numbers and t h e openness, like with their behaviour, but I s u p p o s e that's the s a m e at every school."

Mother of Fintona student: It's fantastic how it has boarders."

Old Collegian (at O p e n Day): "Gee it's changed a lot. It was all old and d u m p y back then. Now it's beautiful and new. The new P.E.C. is fantastic."

Year II Trinity Student: Too many different buildings, a bit big."

Parent of MLC student: "Fantastic subject choices."

Male secondary student: "My mother went to MLC. It had an excellent reputation in terms of educational standards. She thinks it has slipped in t h e last ten or so years."

Seven year old boy: "What's MLC?" Old Collegian (left 1988): "Brilliant facilities and good standard of teaching. MLC pushes the sport thing t o o hard and the House system is dreadful — putting people in boxes. The music school is elitist."

Male student: "Easy to get into."

Year 11 University High Student: MLC definitely has a good reputation."

Old Collegian: "MLC helped m e tremendously.

They have a wide selection of subject choices and teachers s u p p o r t e d you around exam time."

Father of future MLC student: I think she had better start saving up."

Year 10 Xavier student: "I think they should throw out all the ugly girls, then scrap about four metres off the bottom of t h e summer dresses."

Lady: "When I get on the tram I d o n ' t know whether to ask an MLC girl or the conductor for my ticket."

Male Secondary student: "1 like t h e star. I'm trying to get o n e but no o n e s e e m s to want to sell o n e to me. The uniform? It's green What m o r e can I say?"

Old Collegian: "They look so awful now, with hair all over the place and those ear-rings! I r e m e m b e r when I was at MLC we weren't allowed to wear them. We looked so much nicer, too. I know it is for those migrant girls, but it doesn't look nice. That's what I think."

Trinity student: "MLC girls shouldn't b e allowed to wear such sharp stars. That's all."

Man: "Green."

Male student: "Easy to get into."

Old Collegian (left 1988): "Seems pretentious although it is better than t h e old uniform."

Year 12 Trinity student: "Uniforms should b e shorter."

Anon: "Outrageously expensive."

Elderly woman: "The uniform makes them look so much m o r e sophisticated than the usual type of uniform, you know, all stiff and with a tie. A hat would look nice."

Female secondary student: "I d o like t h e new uniform except there's a tiny bit too much green."

Male student: "The uniform goes well with t h e blond hair. A good contrast."

Shopkeeper in Cotham Rd.: Very smart and sophisticated."

Anon: "The uniform creates t h e image of pious convent girls. But a uniform d o e s not a pious convent girl make."

Tram conductress: T h e other day there was this girl from MLC in the tram, feet u p on the seat, and when I asked her t o take them off, she just looked at me as if I was nothing — worthless. It might not b e all MLC girls but a lot of them a r e giving the school a b a d name."

15 year old male (trying unsuccessfully to chat up our intrepid reporter): Hey, MLC girls a r e the best t o (kiss). Before I go with any girl, I check that they go to MLC. You go to MLC?" Female secondary student: "1 d o n ' t like the look of t h e m at all. They walk around high and mighty, looking down on most people."

Year 12 Trinity student: "Their behaviour is kinda' naughty at Glenferrie, not that I'm complaining."

Male secondary student: "They're no different from other private school girls except for t h e fact that they've all got blond hair. I can't get over that."

Shopkeeper in Cotham Rd.: "Mostly polite and courteous."

Doncaster High student (ex Trinity): "Their behaviour is much better now. They used to throw our caps out the windows of trams."

Old Collegian (left 1988): "Generally they a r e elitist, ignorant, snobby, naive and unrealistic."

Year 11 Trinity student: "Basically nice, just nice."

13 year old male: "They're all right, I s'pose.

Male secondary student: MLC girls have a fairly b a d reputation amongst a lot of boys' schools. I s u p p o s e it's because a few girls wreck it for everyone."

Elderly woman: "The girls seem rather wellm a n n e r e d to me, but my friends sometimes complain a b o u t them on trams and their rowdiness. They're rather pretty young girls."

Male secondary student: "Girls from other schools d o n ' t think much of them. My friends and I d o n ' t mind them though. It's rather a status symbol to b e seen arm in arm with an MLC girl."

Compiled by Helen Mentha, Year 12, with help from our many intrepid reporters without whom this article would have looked rather

M.E.T. Madness The Met a s a health hazard . . .

Travelling on t h e Met is an acquired taste.

Year 7's on their very first b u s ride to school a r e d a u n t e d by t h e a m o u n t of pushing, pulling, laughing a n d s c r e a m i n g b o t h on, a n d on t h e way to, t h e bus, t r a m or train. When they have r e m o v e d t h e b a n d - a i d s and m e r c u r o c h r o m e f r o m t h e left shin a f t e r b e i n g p u s h e d into t h e running b o a r d of an o v e r p a c k e d t r a m , r e c o v e r e d from t h e massive bruise on their h i p b o n e f r o m b e i n g s h o v e d into t h e side of t h e bus, h e a l e d a f t e r b e i n g s c r a t c h e d on t h e c h e e k by t h e s t o p p e r on s o m e o n e ' s b a g whilst trying t o g r a b at a pole o n a c r o w d e d train, t h e y start t o learn s o m e survival tactics.

The m o t t o for all Met Travellers is "Elbows out, fingernails s h a r p e n e d , s t e e l - c a p p e d s h o e s ready".

1. Always hold o n t o bag.

2. Never let go of b a g if s t a n d i n g n e a r a doorway.

3. If s o m e o n e h a s cleverly p l a c e d their b a g next t o t h e o p e n d o o r of a tram, kick it out.

4. NEVER s t a n d n e a r a b u n c h of footy-mad Xavier b o y s a f t e r a h a r d training session.

5. Never stand back a n d let o t h e r girls on.

"Every girl for h e r s e l f " is t h e m o t t o t h a t a p p l i e s whilst m o u n t i n g a b u s or tram.

R e m e m b e r it's a long walk if you d o n ' t m a k e it on.

6. Always stick your t o n g u e o u t at f r i e n d s who d e c i d e to walk u p Glenferrie Rd. instead of taking t h e t r a m .

7. If you miss t h e tram a n d d e c i d e to walk a n d s o m e o n e is r u d e e n o u g h t o stick their t o n g u e out at you, a d o p t t h e Trinity m o t t o . . . "Fingers u p " .

8. Always s h a r p e n nails t h e night b e f o r e a big train ride. They c o m e in h a n d y if s o m e o n e s e e m s t o b e b e a t i n g you on t h e train.

p o i n t s a b o u t travelling on t h e Met. My f r i e n d s a n d I always e n j o y meeting at o u r b u s stop.

It's a g r e a t c h a n c e to m e e t with f r i e n d s w h o go t o d i f f e r e n t schools, t o talk t o p e o p l e you had f o r g o t t e n existed, and t o catch u p on t h e latest gossip with your old school chums.

The b u s w e catch is always c r o w d e d . This is s o m e t i m e s a b o n u s if you s e e s o m e o n e you really c a n ' t s t a n d .

If you wish t o survive your bus/train/tram travelling y e a r s you have t o b e c o m e a s b a d , as m e a n a n d a s tough as t h e o t h e r Met users.

Forget a b o u t w h a t Ronald MacDonald s a y s a b o u t S t o p p i n g , Looking a n d Listening a n d ignore t h e old a d a g e Look b e f o r e you Leap.

Kelly Chandler, Year 8.

Taking The Plunge

Capita Financial Group

Inter-House Swimming Sports At t h e beginning of t h e competition Cato led in the points tally due to their success in t h e diving events held the day b e f o r e at MLC. 45 divers c o m p e t e d , giving demonstration dives the next day to t h e whole school, which gasped appreciatively, especially at t h e graceful flights from the ten metre tower.

It may have been all t h e talk of doctor's certificates and Saturday detentions, but t h e a t t e n d a n c e at the Swimming Sports was t h e best for years. In fact, the State Swimming Centre was fairly bursting at t h e seams., what would h a p p e n if, o n e year, e v e r y o n e turned up?

At the end of the day all houses had enjoyed their fair share of wins with t h e final results being very close.

INDIVIDUAL RESULTS Inter-house relay: Proficiency: (unior Secondary: Middle School: Senior School: AGGREGATE:

Nevile Berry Krome Nevile Cato and Berry BERRY

BEST QUOTE ABOUT THE SPORTS: "There's nothing t o d o but watch t h e diving and d o your make-up."

Slave at the Swimming Sports "We've got t h e coach, We've got t h e steam, yehh Fitchett House songs filled t h e steamy and humid State Swimming Centre. Girls dressed u p in eyecatching costumes in their particular house colours and teachers suffocated as they ticked off our names.

At 10.30 am 1 r e p o r t e d to a table on t h e opposite side to the stands w h e r e I collected a n a m e tag saying "Hostess". For t h e entire day I was t o wait upon teachers and parents.

A fellow helper and I moved around t h e pool asking, "Would you like a tea or coffee? Was that white with o n e sugar? Thankyou, it won't b e long." Great skill was required to fill out the tea or coffee form. O n e had t o ask t h e teachers at exactly t h e right moment, just after timing and reporting t h e time t o a puffed swimmer.

O n e also n e e d e d to take care not t o block t h e judges view or mix u p orders.

Being officials we ignored t h e "No Access" sign and went upstairs t o t h e tea and coffee making facilities. This a r e a was disasterous, t h e table was too small and t h e r e was not enough room for the numerous officials. The milk was long-lasting and the coffee was strong. It was embarrassing offering staff "black" coffee, but after a few trials and much wastage our beverages w e r e "perfect".

Between rounds we returned t o our houses to help with the cheering. The day passed quickly for us slaves, being under b o n d a g e for most of t h e time, and judging from t h e rowdy, excited responses from the stands e v e r y o n e had a fantastic day. lacinta Orr, Year 12.

SWIMMING SPORTS HOLLYWOOD STYLE As I tripped over the third man-sized purple turtle in a s many rows I silently cursed and then, realising I couldn't b e heard anyway, I r e p e a t e d myself at t h e t o p of my voice. No o n e heard. Afterall, I was at t h e MLC Swimming Sports, w h e r e t h e noise level last year caused o n e delicate teacher to have a nervous breakdown. Again this year e v e r y o n e was shouting and screaming until 1 was sure that I could s e e t h e cracks in t h e ceiling s p r e a d as t h e whole centre vibrated.

Last year t h e m a n a g e m e n t at t h e State Swimming Centre sent various not-so-friendly letters t o t h e Principal, writing darkly of irreparable d a m a g e to t h e foundations. Yet w e had b e e n allowed back into t h e place again!

They must have b e e n trying t o look positively and hopefully at the situation. Not a wise move.

Realising that sitting still m a d e m e very conspicuous, I rose slowly t o my feet and cried half-heartedly "Yeah Berry'' through t h e microphone with which 1 had b e e n supplied. 1 glanced at t h e girl next to m e and was surprised to s e e that she really s e e m e d t o b e enjoying herself. In fact every girl in t h e whole centre s e e m e d to b e having the time of her life. Quite amazing!

I could s e e nothing to even crack a smile about. In t h e pool the Year 6 IOOO m e t r e breaststroke race had just started. Considering t h e record for this event was twenty minutes and twelve seconds I felt it would m o r e appropriate t o take a quick doze. Yet I didn't d a r e for t h e s a m e reason e v e r y o n e else didn't d a r e t o d o anything but cheer madly. In t h e last

week most of the nightclubs in Melbourne had b e e n visited by the swimming captains and, a s a result, each house was employing ten b o u n c e r s today. No girl could remain s e a t e d for long with a t w o m e t r e tall guy boasting t h e facial scars of a prize fighter pulling her u p by t h e hair.

Having resigned myself to enjoying only t h e lunchtime diving display, I was pleasantly surprised t o find t h e action away from t h e pool quite entertaining. The nearest ambulance station to t h e pool must have b e e n forewarned to b e on hand: during the day they m a d e a record 43 visits t o pick u p patients suffering from such complaints a s heat exhaustion, lung collapse and water in t h e lungs. And these w e r e only from t h e spectators! I started to k e e p a tally of t h e n u m b e r of casualties per house and decided that Krome definitely won that rather dubious honour. Still, at t h e swimming sports any recognition is good.

The Swimming Sports w e r e big business with each house employing rather nasty tactics. It was amazing t o see how far the captains would go t o win proficiency. Berry hired a light aircraft to write a smokey "GO BERRY" in t h e sky a b o v e Melbourne, while Nevile commissioned a group of waterskiers dressed as pink panthers to take over t h e Yarra River. I couldn't help feeling that t h e friendliness and fun of t h e swimming sports had d i s a p p e a r e d in t h e past few years and I didn't think the changes had b e e n much of an improvement. I must admit, however, that like all Hollywood occasions it w a s pretty d a r n e d impressive.

Lucy Procter, Year 11.

Aths Entertainment!

Sports Day 89

Hot on the Track Often spied parading around t h e Sports Centre in a tennis skirt, Mrs. Lee Armstrong is the b a c k b o n e of MLC sport. With a total of 27 years at MLC, Mrs. Armstrong has b e e n the Head of t h e Sports Department since 1980. Why did s h e b e c o m e a sportsmistress?

"Well, 1 enjoyed sport and was good at it."

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There a r e 10 full-time P.E. staff and 2 gym teachers.

There a r e 39 sports available at MLC! "Something for e v e r y o n e " in the words of Mrs. Armstrong.

P.E. staff work t h e s a m e number of hours as the academic staff including before and after school. Dedication, Hey! lust b e f o r e you start pickin' your nose, STOP. The staff a r e spying on you through their little cameras.

Timetabling for all sports n e e d s to b e d o n e a whole year a h e a d .

Did you think your wagged P.E. lessons would go unnoticed? WATCH OUT! Everything which occurs in t h e P.E. centre is carefully r e c o r d e d on the NEW computer.

Staff in t h e P.E. centre d o not mix as much with those in Staff Centre as they used to.

Originally, t h e P.E. staff wanted a TV screen at the P.E.C. front entrance telling girls about t h e daily activities.

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Canoe Polo and Underwater Hockey will b e introduced next year as an open house sport.

For those interested in P.E. as a career, o n e n e e d s an Anderson score of approximately 330, and a physical training course and an interview to get into teaching P.E. at MLC. Two good places t o d o P.E. a r e Rusden College and the Phillip Institute of Technology. A four year course, or a t h r e e year course without a Dip. Ed. may b e taken.

Football will probably NOT b e introduced at MLC as t h e school carries a policy of non-contact sports. (Bad luck feminists!)

In response t o rising rumors there will not b e a s e p a r a t e ball g a m e s trophy introduced for t h e Sports Day. Regarding Sports Day this year, Mrs. Armstrong felt it was successful given the circumstances. However, she offered no clues as t o next year's venue.

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Miss Val Beddoe. Once an MLC diving teacher, now a successful Olympic diver.

Miss lean Perkins. Once t h e captain of t h e Australian w o m e n ' s cricket team, and the head of the MLC Sport's Department.

Miss Lindy Tresize. Runner for MLC and Australia.

Miss Peta Kennedy. Faster than a speeding bullet!

Many of the rowing girls who used to row for MLC a r e now rowing in Yugoslavia.

Kathya Martyres and Mandy Drury, Year 11.

S p o r t s Day d a w n e d very d a m p a n d cold, but this did not d e t e r girls in their athletic e n d e a v o u r s in s u p p o r t of their h o u s e s . T h e r e w e r e m a n y fine individual efforts, a n d a s well, m a n y girls w h o should b e c o n g r a t u l a t e d for t h e spirit in which t h e y p a r t i c i p a t e d irrespective of w h e r e t h e y c a m e .

Results Junior S e c o n d a r y : Cato 790, Nevile 756, K r o m e 736, Fitchett 733, Berry 706.

Berry 637, Fitchett 584, Middle School: Nevile 561, K r o m e 503, Cato 466.

S e n i o r School: Fitchett 610, Berry 590, K r o m e 567, Cato 528, Nevile 508.

Fitchett Proficiency: Berry 1933, Fitchett 1927, A g g r e g a t e Cup: Nevile 1825. K r o m e 1806, Cato 1784.

THE NOVELTY RACE...a highlight of the 1989 Athletics Day Everbody was a little apprehensive, unsure of what lay ahead! We w e r e ushered into our lines at the t o p of t h e oval. "Rossie, what d o you have to d o ... in flippers ... how embarrassing!"

Finally w e w e r e told what t o d o by a teacher, but it was still a little confusing.

The first few runners had t o blow u p a balloon and carry it to the opposite e n d for later. We h o p p e d through a row of tyres, jumped over a hurdle, climbed under a parachute, put on a pair of goggles, and balanced an egg on a spoon which we handed on to t h e next person in t h e relay.

When all of t h e competitors had run, the house athletics captains had to a t t e m p t the activities blindfolded, as a finale, sitting on t h e balloon. Such hilarity! it was great fun watching other p e o p l e make fools of themselves.

All in all it was a fun and unusual event. There w e r e no winners because w e were all either disqualified or the judges could not s e e t h e competitors amongst the shouting h o r d e s of Year 12s. (acinta Orr, Year 12.

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Every year several hundred MLC girls participate in such events as the Annual Sports Day, t h e House Chorals, House Sports and House Swimming. S o m e may even aspire to c o m p e t e in t h e House Debating competition.

How many of us have any knowledge of t h e origins of t h e houses which we so ardently support? Do we know of the mysterious circumstance surrounding t h e d e a t h of Otto Krome? Are we a w a r e that Cato was n a m e d after a grocer? It would a p p e a r that we know little of our heritage. Thus, here is a short biography of the five men, and o n e woman, after whom our houses w e r e n a m e d in 1933.

"Is it wise, is it patriotic, or in accordance with t h e fitness of things at this juncture, that our young ladies 'at' the MLC, which has the reputation of being o n e of the very nicest of the young ladies' seminaries in t h e state, should b e trained by Germans?"

This was t h e question in t h e minds of many concerned parents, worried a b o u t their daughters' well-being in 1916. Increasingly, rumours w e r e being directed at t h e Headmaster of t h e school, Otto Krome, of being a German collaborator conspiring t o imbue young ladies with anti-British convictions, "which (are) responsible for the awful devilish devices which a r e drenching Europe with a red rain and endeavouring to pave a road t o Paris with human bones."

By 1916, t h e world had b e e n plunged into frantic and devastating war. At t h e front t h e main c o n t e n d e r s a p p e a r e d to b e Britain and Germany, locked in stalemate with neither side making any substantial headway.

Central t o the education of t h e girls at MLC was Otto Krome, h e a d m a s t e r since 1906, of w h o m t h e girls wrote in 191 1, "Mr. Krome is recognised by all as a most efficient headmaster."

Evidently a greatly revered man, Otto Krome had lived outside Germany since h e was sixteen years old. He was naturalised in Australia in 1894, twenty years b e f o r e t h e war. Yet despite Krome's integrity he was continually h a m p e r e d from within and without t h e school. It is rumoured that Mr. Krome was so pressured by his work, that the strains of t h e war in which he was regarded as an alien w e r e t o o great. He died suddenly in 1918 from "a b r e a k d o w n of health". Krome house was created in his m e m o r y in 1933.

Despite t h e recessive economic conditions prevalent in Australia in t h e early I890's, Fred J. Cato established himself a s a grocery store owner of s o m e renown, in conjunction with his cousin, Thomas Moran. When Mr. Moran died in 1890 t h e r e w e r e forty b r a n c h e s of Moran and Cato grocery stores.

Mr. Cato was well known at MLC w h e r e his four daughters attended. In 1920 h e established a Benevolent Fund of twenty thousand p o u n d s and a Charitable Fund of thirty thousand pounds. In 1925 he e n d o w e d t h e school with t h e Cato scholarships, modelled on t h e Rhodes scholarship and a w a r d e d annually at each year level t o a girl of outstanding all round ability in academic work, sport and music.

His immense wealth and generosity helped pave t h e way for a new tennis court, and contributed t o w a r d s t h e purchase of Justice Power's h o m e in Wellington Street. This property, renamed Cato House, b e c a m e t h e new h o m e for t h e Junior School. His legacy of generosity has remained as a fine contribution t o t h e school.

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Little is known of this elusive character, after whom a most prestigious house is n a m e d . One may a s s u m e that he was a substantial benefactor to MLC and, indeed, he was a great friend of Dr. Fitchett. At t h e turn of t h e century when t h e school recorded a financial loss of o n e hundred and forty pounds, o n e shilling and ten pence, Henry Berry paid t h e deficit. In 1906 he contributed five hundred p o u n d s to a Loan Fund initiated by Dr. Fitchett. Berry was an affluent man, whose daughters a t t e n d e d MLC, arriving at school from Kew each day in t h e family carriage driven by liveried coachmen.

Mr. Nevile was chairman of t h e College Council's Advisory Committee in 1938 and s u p p o r t e d the a p p o i n t m e n t of the venerable Rev. Dr. Wood as h e a d m a s t e r in 1939.- It s e e m s that t h e influence of our m o t t o "Deo Domuique" e x t e n d e d well into the enlightened second half of t h e college's existence, for Mr. Nevile believed emphatically that "a man was n e e d e d to control t h e administrative work of t h e College ". As a longreigning chairman of the College Council Mr. Nevile supported Dr. and Mrs. Wood in many ways right u p until 1966.

It is interesting to note that in 107 years of MLCs existence there has b e e n no female principal of t h e school.

Nevile house was created in 1959 to c o p e with t h e growing size of t h e school, significantly contributing now to t h e school's competitive nature.

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Rev. Dr. William Fitchett was t h e first president of t h e Methodist Ladies' College and remained in that position for 46 years. His d r e a m of establishing a college for young ladies began in 1872 and was finally realised in 1882.

Essentially Fitchett was a boy from t h e bush who had succeeded. He had b e e n self-educated, completed a BA part-time at Melbourne University and had an honorary d o c t o r a t e b e s t o w e d upon him in recognition of his historical best-sellers. When he o p e n e d his school for girls he viewed MLC as a Christian mission and place of enlightened education t o p r e p a r e girls preferably for marriage, but, if necessary, for an acceptable occupation.

A mythical aura surrounds t h e n a m e and person of William Fitchett and his family (remember his daughter Nellie who died at the college in 1898 of meningitis. Her ghost is said to roam t h e halls of the Boarding House in perpetual limbo). Fitchett is perceived as a gracious, dedicated Methodist who c o m m a n d e d t h e respect and a w e of friends, students and colleagues alike. In reality, behind this caricature lay a man set in his ways, proud, and intolerant of opposition, with a sharp and sarcastic wit. In his early years Fitchett was an imposing figure, stern in countenance and majestic in speech.

Indeed h e was a renowned historian, writing staunchly patriotic histories like Deeds That Won The Empire. Fitchett believed in t h e unquestionable supremacy of t h e white man, in particular t h e British.

By t h e 1920s Fitchett had b e e n at MLC for forty years and was in his early eighties. In 1922 MLC celebrated "Forty Years at t h e MLC", immortalised by Fitchett in a novel of the s a m e name. But just as Stalin did t o Trotsky so t o o did Fitchett omit t h e valuable contributions m a d e to t h e school by its first t w o principals.

The history almost glorified t h e role he had played in t h e evolution of a prestigious girls' school in t h e prosperous suburb of Kew.

He died in May 1928, aged 87, marking t h e end of a magnificent yet decaying era in the history of t h e school. His death revealed a mountain of outstanding d e b t s o w e d by t h e College and a system of questionable efficiency.

Margaret Tiddeman was t h e first Lady Superintendent of MLC's boarding house, remaining t h e r e until 1896. Born in London in 1839 she was educated both in England and in France. Mrs Tiddeman taught French to the older girls in t h e Boarding House w h e r e French was spoken at mealtimes, with girls taking turns to sit at her table.

S h e was a highly revered lady, loved by t h e girls for her maternalistic instincts, for her sincerity and kindness. She had a great understanding of the younger girls, winning their support and love. Mrs. Tiddeman w a s "strict, yet just and understanding, and she could curb u n d u e boisterousness with a gentle look". Upon her retirement in 1896 t h e School Council reluctantly relinquished her, urging her t o return t o MLC and resume duties.

In 1904 s h e was elected the first President of t h e newly formed Old Collegian's Club.

While t h e Boarders' house is no longer a competing house, we still enjoy t h e remnants of a b y g o n e era at every Annual Sports Day when Tiddeman p e r f o r m s their war-cry, a n d participates in t h e School-Staff-Boarding House challenge brilliantly attired in red.

Next time you groan in house assembly, and hide in t h e corner when volunteers a r e called for to play table tennis, s p a r e a thought for t h e heritage you a r e forgetting. R e m e m b e r those after whom our houses a r e named, and t o w h o m we d e d i c a t e hours of support in a vain a t t e m p t to win t h e Aggregate Cup. Participate in House Chorals and contribute with r e n e w e d spirit to your house which has b e e n part of our school for fifty-six years.

Julia Pry or. Year 12.

A background source for this article was Ailsa C. Thomson Zainuddin's history of MLC titled They Dreamt of a School IHyland House Publishing, Melbourne, 19821.

Yep! Teachers' Quotes Again!

MISS GARLICK: "Dogs a r e much b e t t e r than children."

MR. ELLIS: "1 like my mickey m o u s e socks."

MISS SHIPP: "An automatic failure goes to a n y o n e who spells my n a m e with only o n e P." MR. FRY: "Sarah have you b e e n t o s e e a psychiatrist lately. Did he say you w e r e normal?"

MISS KILLEEN: "Sorry a b o u t yesterday, girls. It was hay fever."

MISS GIBSON: "Gosh, we have a pack of babies here."

MISS OSWALD: "Just stand t h e r e like a pack of m e a t heads."

MRS. ELTON-BROWN: "Take off your ear! Come on, take it off! Now get your o t h e r ear. Look in your pocket. No. It's in t h e other one...."

CHOIR MEMBER: "Sometimes 1 think it's better when she's NOT in a good m o o d . " MS. MEHEGAN: "Don't argue with me. I'm t h e teacher."

DR. OTZEN: "General knowledge is a very specific knowledge."

BERRY: The Dream of the Purple Turtles To my dearest turtle-heads, High! Right now I, Myrtle T. Turtle write this report in the comfort of my own bed after a hard day in the surf. I am presently holidaying in Hawaii after managing t o get time off from the Bertie Beatle factory. So far I have encountered s o m e pretty nasty wipe-outs, but being the tough sort that I am, I'll b e back in full force tomorrow.

Speaking of tough, terrific and unbelievably fantastic — how a r e you Berry? Rumour has it that things a r e looking pretty darn good (not that it comes as any great shock though!).

I'll begin with t h e swimming. Well, the annual swimming carnival started off with t h e traditional purple breaky on t h e Yarra with all sorts of tempting purple goodies including a great portrait of yours truly in a chocolate cake.

Fortunately for m e t h e r e was no mix u p in the identity of the REAL Myrtle!

As a result of Berry's excruciatingly fine guidance by our swimming captains Gill Coutts and Jackie Nathanielsz, Berry c a m e in and blitzed the opposition. Not only did we prove successful in the water and on the diving boards, but also in t h e marshalling a r e a s where we managed t o pick u p the Proficiency Cup. Still on a high from our successful day at t h e pools, Berry ran, jogged, threw, relayed, h o p p e d , skipped, jumped and egg and s p o o n e d our way t o first place at t h e Aths. The s u p e r b efforts of our active Aths captains Jodie Storey and Nat Jeffcott evidently paying off. A big thanks is extended also t o our M.S. and |.S.S. Aths captains without whom Berry would only b e a third as successful.

At both sports days Berry was blessed, not only with the p r e s e n c e of myself, but also a mystery guest who was referred to as "Walrus".

Fortunately for m e this Walrus proved no competition and m a d e even m e look co-ordinated.

Berry also proved themselves on the stage when, under the skilled leadership of Ingrid Firth-Smith and Jane Wiggill, Berry performed Interior" at t h e S.S. d r a m a festival. Stop Press!

The results of t h e S.S. house music contest (with Berry led by Deirdre Dowling and Lizzie Douglas) have c o m e t o hand with Berry winning t h e instrumental item and t h e massed singing, and coming second overall. This comes as no surprise!

As per usual the team sports have continued steadily with all t h e enthusiasm o n e might expect from a house such as Berry (trust me, that's an awful lot!). Regardless of conditions — rain, hail or shine. "Berry will b e there!"

I would like to thank all t h e M.S., J.S.S. and J.S. captains who took such good care of the kids — Burtle, Skyrtle and Hurtle — while I've b e e n busy at work in t h e Bertie Beatle factory.

What it's like to b e a working woman of the eighties — great, great, great Grandma Gurtle had it easy back in her day!

My thanks also go to all those Berryites who have contributed to the general success of Berry in any way, s h a p e or form and to the great help and support offered by Mrs. Chamberlain, Mrs. Leigh-Jones and Mrs. Brook.

All my love, Myrtle T. Turtle P.S. Remember, "We a r e Berry, couldn't b e prouder, if you can't h e a r us, we'll shout a little louder!"

Andi Frost (Captain).

Lizzie Douglas and Dinusha Joseph (Vice Captains).

CATO: Rapping with Pooh

T h e C a t o i t e s of 1989 a r e a t e a m of e n t h u s i a s t i c , e n e r g e t i c r a p p e r s w h o c h a n t till their voices a r e hoarse.

T h e p o w e r of C a t o w a s s e e n in t h e t r u e b l u e streamers, banners, and balloons that d e c o r a t e d o u r a r e a a t t h e d i f f e r e n t e v e n t s this year.

T h e c l a m o u r a n d c l a p p i n g of t h e C a t o R a p w a s loud a n d p r o u d a t A t h s d a y a s o u r n e w m e m b e r s c a t a p u l t e d C a t o t o v i c t o r y with a first in j.S.S. Aths. T h e r a p p i n ' m a c h i n e of o u r spirited t e a m proved victorious at the s w i m m i n g w h e n t h e t r i e d a n d t r u e C a t o i t e s of S.S. a l s o r a p p e d u p a win.

The on going sports have allowed t h e Cato Clan t o s t r u t t h e i r stuff. T h e C a t o d r a m a really p l e a s e d a f t e r all t h a t p r a c t i s i n g . In S.S. w e e n t e r t a i n e d o u r f o e with a g r e a t r a p p i n ' p e r f o r m a n c e of "1UVIE ". T h e m u s i c c r e w c a n d o it t o o w h e n t h e y w o w t h e c r o w d a t t h e Chorals.

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W e ' r e in C a t o Rappin's what w e do, We've got a message From Pooh t o you, "Thanks t o t h e girls, W h o w e r e all s o k e e n , Training h a r d , And working as a team, Be it Softball, n e t b a l l , t a b l e t e n n i s t o o , T h e V i c t o r i e s of C a t o , Are thanks to you!"

So k e e p on rappin' A n d d o n ' t give in, Pooh loves you S o win f o r him.

Emily M o r i e s o n ( H o u s e Captain) Jo B r u c e a n d R a c h a e i S c o t t (Vice Captains)

FITCHETT King of the Jungle Once again THE LION ROARS making placid kittens of the other houses who watch in a w e as we conquer all with our ENTHUSIASM. Every Fitchett m e m b e r should b e proud of the effort put in by all.

Led well in t h e swimming by Rachael and Fiona we most definitely c h e e r e d the loudest (no matter where w e came!|.

"MIGHTY, MIGHTY FITCHETT" again proved in t h e Annual Athletics that we have the pep, steam and team. Coached brilliantly by Ros and Sandy we clawed our way to the top, beaten by t h e deserving Berry, by an itty bitty six points.

(NEXT YEAR. YOU TINY TURTLES!). What we missed out on in points w e m a d e up for in team spirit; winning t h e Proficiency Cup and the Senior School section we proved we a r e the TEAM SUPREME! Thanks also to our Middle and Junior Secondary Aths captains who pulled in e n o r m o u s turnouts!!

Our track team, s e p a r a t e d from t h e house, performed twice over to c o m p e n s a t e (we a r e no pussycats!!) and the ball g a m e s saw almost every c u b b e t t e involved.

Our Senior Debators thrilled us with VICTORY, led by Tabitha, our well-spoken but never outspoken captain! Well done, all debators.

Congratulations Nevile on a brilliant performance in the Senior School Drama.

Fitchett too proved fantastically entertaining as t h e cast swung the audience into the twenties.

All Fitchett should put their p a w s together for Kim Szubryj who skillfully (and patiently) directed numerous practices and eventually the actual performance of " Bernice Bobs Her Hair", which was much m o r e than alright on the night!

Thanks (and a lion size hug) to our Middle School captains Josie Howie and Susanne Field, and Junior Secondary captains Briony Hopkins and Rosie Field who have d o n e so well. Nicole

Stockton has proved a supportive, organised and fantastic senior house recorder. Fitchett o w e s all its recorders many thanks for their invaluable help.

To t h e tamers — Mr. Ellis, Mrs. Myers and Mrs. Christie, who have given determination, enthusiasm and crisis prevention new meaning we all say thank you.

In expectation of melodious roars w e thank Som Ling and Kim for what is always a great Senior School music competition.

Most of all we have to congratulate ourselves, FITCHETT. Our combination of dedication, encouragement, enthusiasm and sheer yelling has proven that within this house t h e r e is a FAMILY! The year is not over, win or lose FITCHETT is the BEST! And thanks again t o EVERYONE. We a r e sure Fitchett will rule t h e nineties too.

Ingrid Corrie (Captain).

Belinda Trembath (Vice Captain).

KROME: Frogs Freak Out Okay, so you've finally reached t h e most important, fab, unbelievable, best, slap-my-thighs page. About time!

Yes, another MLC "Year of t h e FROG" has drawn to an end and what a froggie year it has b e e n . After the fantastic Swimming and Athletics Days all Krome voices w e r e certainly croaking (what house spirit!) Talking a b o u t house spirit, 1989 really saw house enthusiasm come back into vogue. Any true yuppie would not have b e e n caught d e a d without her green zinc slapped across her nose.

Armed with the green zinc, green hairspray and, of course, green balloons, Krome stormed the State Swimming Centre on February 22 ready for action. Unfortunately w e were quickly informed that our "greenie m o v e m e n t s " would have t o cease as zinc, hairspray, balloons and even crepe p a p e r a r e b a n n e d at the Centre. Oh well, we no complain. Not to b e deterred we whipped out all the green material we had in our bags, right down t o t h e green bed sheets (who uses green sheets anyway?) and went on our merry way of transforming t h e Centre into a Green Zone. While all t h e Krome froggies swam u p and down the pool t h e rest of us waved and yelled, waved and yelled. With a r m s and legs flying everywhere our voices soon began to fade through over-use. At t h e end of t h e five-hour aerobic session we packed away our green stuff and awaited Athletics Day. April 13 saw Krome competitors leap onto the bus (are we frogs or what?) ready to d o our bit at Olympic Park. With rain threatening, Kromites b o u n d e d around the track and threw with all their might out of froggie consideration to end

t h e day early for the other houses. As we all know, lions, pink panthers, p o o h b e a r s and purple turtles hate to get wet with rain. On the Friday w e began blowing u p balloons at 6.30 am and by 8.30 there w e r e a b o u t 350 green balloons filled with lots of puff from us frogs, and the MLC oval was looking decidedly green.

It was an action- packed d a y with many ball g a m e s occurring simultaneously. Again our froggy voices cracked after t h e day had finished The Junior Secondary School has b e e n well led by Rachael McGlade and lenny Wood with t h e help of Miss Sally lohnston. The enthusiasm of t h e Year 6s, 7s and 8s is invaluable and every single Kromite d e s e r v e s a big froggie pat on the back. Middle School captains Chloe McLean and Melissa Aliens, and Miss Sue Heffernan, have helped to guide t h e Year 9s

and 10s back on the path of h o u s e spirit. A big thankyou t o t h e woman who is definitely okay, Miss Meagan (Mrs Kelly), and Julie Martin, t h e fantastic Vice House Captain, for their support and house spirit. Year I Is and 12s have b e e n fantastic. Let's face it, we did c o m e second in t h e Senior House Drama with our brilliant p e r f o r m a n c e of "Buffalo Head Nickels".

Congratulations to everyone involved.

With music, cross country and numerous other activities still t o occur in the latter part of this year Krome is looking forward t o continued support from all m e m b e r s and, perhaps, winning a few events.

Yours froggily, Daina Clark (Captain).

Julie Martin (Vice Captain).

NEVILE: Panthers on Parade Well, what a year it has been! Nevile in 89 has b e e n full of enthusiasm and energy and it has b e e n a pleasure leading such a great house, our house for many years.

The swimming, led by Svars, was a fantastic start as we c a m e a fighting second. The enthusiasm at the swimming sports m a d e attending well worthwhile. Herds of pink girls attended t h e sports with pink zinc smothered on their faces, and wearing t h e commonly seen traditional h e a d b a n d .

No sooner had we recovered from the heated swimming sports than w e w e r e confronted by the athletics, led by Anna and Anita. Ending u p third we were very happy as the girls tried their very best.

After many d r a m a practices Rachael and Annabel finally got their wish when Nevile was annonced as t h e winner of t h e Senior School House Drama Festival after a superb and funny performance of an adaptation of Shakespeare's "As You Like It". Congratulations to everyone who was involved, the cast and the people who worked fiercely behind t h e scenes.

Team sports have gone well. Wins and losses have been experienced by every team but that's part of the game. We only h o p e Neville continues fighting, not only to win, but to achieve t h e very best they can.

Thanks go t o our Junior Secondary and Middle School captains. Its hard t o continually k e e p contact with you, but we d o recognise t h e work you do, and t h e e n c o u r a g e m e n t you show t h e girls. All captains a r e currently leading their t e a m s with very pleasing results.

Thank you to our house recorder Petra Walker; those r e d a t e s and colours really d o take time.

Congratulations girls, and good luck with with your forthcoming events. We a r e pleased that you chose us t o lead you, and we only h o p e we have fulfilled the role originally intended.

Love always, Stacey Allwood and Emma Royal (Joint House Captains).

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Senior School Softball The Softball season started off with a real bang, the bang of bat striking ball. Not only did we win our first game, but our winning streak continued throughout Term One and well into Term Two. We trained twice a week to p r e p a r e for the visit from MLC Sydney in late April. Although they missed the first two games due to their late arrival from the airport on the Friday afternoon they were tough competitors. Not tough enough though as the final score of the o n e innings match was 7-4, MLC Melbourne defeating our Sydney counterparts. Despite our loss to Wesley in t h e final, it was a commendable effort by all team members.

All competition aside, the weekend proved to b e an enjoyable one, with our students entertaining their billets throughout the weekend A special thanks to "Kurt" for making the 1989 softball season a good one.

Jodie Storey and Andrea Frost, Year 12

SOFTBALL

School Netball Training began at the end of Term One to prepare for a visit from the Sydney MLC team.

They arrived on the weekend starting April 28 for the Netball Round Robin which was held on the Saturday. 1\vo Melbourne MLC teams, one Sydney MLC team and o n e "old girl's" team made up half the draw. The best match was the Wesley vs. Old Girls final where Wesley won narrowly in a well- fought match.

Based on this result, we expect our stiffest competition to come from Wesley — but when the time comes we'll b e ready! Captain for this year is Jodie Storey, with Natalie Jeffcott and Sandra Chin as joint Vice Captains and our coach is Mrs. Swain.

Sandra Chin. Year 12.

ANYONE FOR TENNIS? The S.S. Tennis Team had a successful and enjoyable season with MLC winning the majority of its matches.

Many thanks to Miss Osborne-Smith who, in her first year at MLC, did a wonderful job organising the Steffi Grafs of MLC and also making reasonably good players out of us mere mortals...the Tennis Team.

She also managed to organise the highlight of the season....a break-up dinner at Toto's where Miss Osborne-Smith was generous enough to shout all 30 of us to a feast of lasagne, spaghetti, pizza and garlic bread, t o p p e d off with gelati. She doesn't know it yet, but when would b e the best time to present her with the $300 bill?

Anyway, judging by the results from JSS and MS. MLC will continue to b e a force to b e reckoned with on and off the tennis court.

Congratulations to Vikki Hore (captainj, Caroline Gay, Jo Bruce, Sandra Chin (vicecaptainj, Jenni Baxter and Lyndal Miller who received School Colours for their dedication to the Tennis Team.

Thank you to all tennis enthusiasts for your support.

Sandra Chin and Vikki Hore, Year 12.

NETBALL

Dulce et decorum est Cross Country Running This is it! The m o m e n t t h a t w e h a v e b e e n training t o w a r d s for w e e k s . N i g h t m a r e images of t h o s e weekly t o r t u r e s e s s i o n s b o m b a r d our minds, in particular t h e T o r t u r e Room — a h u g e c a v e r n o u s hall with a high ceiling a n d no w i n d o w s s o t h a t no o n e could h e a r o u r s c r e a m s . T h e r e we w e r e s u b j e c t e d t o t h e rigours of push-ups, sit- ups, s t r a d d l e b u r p e e s a n d s t a n d i n g jumps i n t e r s p e r s e d with sprints a n d aptly n a m e d "suicides".

Now w e a r e h e r d e d like pitiful naive s h e e p into a rickety b u s away f r o m o u r natural h a b i t a t of shin-splitting c o n c r e t e p a s t u r e s a n d whistle-blowing tracksuit-clad d i c t a t o r s t o t h e dreaded...

INTERSCHOOL CROSS-COUNTRY! O n c e t h e b u s h a s delivered us t o our fate, our o r d e a l begins. We stretch o u r muscles a n d limbs in s t r a n g e contortionist p o s e s , uttering practised and perfected grunts to impress c o m p e t i t o r s from rival schools. A chilling s e n s e of f o r b o d i n g p e r v a d e s t h e air a s t h e bruised a n d swollen clouds g a t h e r m o m e n t u m o v e r h e a d . The cry "Take your m a r k s ! " e c h o e s a c r o s s t h e field. "Run h a r d a n d watch out for w e t p a t c h e s , " t h e s t a r t e r warns, with m o r e t h a n a glint of malice in his e y e s .

BANG! H u n d r e d s of lilywhite quivering legs a r e l a u n c h e d in full flight; hyperdynamicaircontrolledturbopoweredsupergrip s n e a k e r s a r e quickly r e n d e r e d useless by t h e oozing t r e n c h e s of m u d a n d slime. The track p o u r s downhill. On e i t h e r s i d e t o w e r i n g g u m s c r o w d t o g e t h e r s q u e e z i n g t h e flow of r u n n e r s into a n a r r o w channel. This is d a n g e r o u s territory. Snipers, g n a r l e d a n d k n o t t e d roots, r e a r u p a n d strike t h e v u l n e r a b l e ankles of their u n s u s p e c t i n g p r e y .

Ahead, the leaders have established t h e m s e l v e s , jostling for t h e h o n o u r a n d ecstacy of b e i n g t h e p a c e s e t t e r (a position much r e v e r e d during t h e r a c e b u t which o f t e n culminates in d i s a p p o i n t m e n t a s o n e is p a s s e d by o n e r u n n e r a f t e r a n o t h e r in t h e final 100 m e t r e dash).

As t h e leading pack s t u m b l e s d o w n t o t h e b o t t o m of t h e s l o p e t h e d a r k lake gurgles quietly in anticipation. But alas! The f r o n t r u n n e r s c r o s s t h e w o o d e n slatted b r i d g e without mishap. The w a t e r laps impatiently.

Finally t h e o t h e r r u n n e r s a p p e a r , at first a trickle, t h e n a surging tributary. T h e b a n k s of t h e lake, c h u r n e d u p m o r e a n d m o r e by each successive w a v e of runners, b e c o m e a shiny No M a n ' s Land eagerly d e v o u r i n g t h e w e a r y a n d t h e w o u n d e d . Pleas for help a r e futile.

This is t h e survival of t h e fittest.

Survivors? Did 1 mention survivors? G r a n t e d t h e r e a r e always a few, a c o u p l e of r u n n e r s w h o e s c a p e t h e clutches of t h e t r e e r o o t s a n d t h e m u d — not t o mention t h e final gruelling ascent, crab-crawl fashion, t o t h e finish line, h o v e r i n g dauntingly at t h e t o p of a s h e e r m o u n t a i n face. For t h e s e p e o p l e t h e pursuit of t h a t winning c o l o u r e d ribbon p r e s e n t e d in f r o n t of a h u g e a p p r e c i a t i v e c r o w d — ie. t w o g r a n d m a s w h o w e r e out walking their d o g s — is t h e m o s t r e w a r d i n g m o m e n t of their lives.

Yet if t h e y could only h e a r t h e rasping, choking g a s p s of their school friends, victims of a pointless sacrifice, t h e y would not tell with such high zest (to s t u d e n t s seeking s o m e similar d e s p e r a t e glory) t h e old lie: Dulce e t d e c o r u m est p r o schola mori Angela Dally, Year 12.

BADMINTON

School Athletics — 1988 and 1989.

1988 proved to b e a year of thirds for t h e Athletics Squad. We finished third in the Eastern Suburbs' Association Athletics a n d third in the Girls' Private Schools, Victorian Association Athletics. Outstanding individual performances throughout t h e year w e r e m a d e by Peta Kennedy, Kym Burns and Lindy-|ane Tresize (all Year 12 students in 1988) who represented Australia in their respective events (heptathalon, triple/long jump and long distance running).

The long distance/cross-country runners established a prominent position in the squad with MLC gaining second place in the ESA Cross Country Competition and third place in t h e Victorian Athletics Association Schools' Shell Road Relay and Track Relay Championships.

Three t e a m s each comprising four girls c o m p e t e d in the Road Relay Championships which w e r e held in the grounds of Latrobe University. Each competitor was required t o run a road circuit of 2.5 kilometres. The under-15 t e a m finished eighth, t h e under-17s c a m e fifth a n d the Open Team — Alise Camplin Yr 8, Lindy-lane Tresize Yr 12, Angela Dally Yr 11 and Kim Bond Yr 1 I — c a m e first beating many of t h e startled boys' t e a m s in t h e process!

The s a m e t e a m s c o m p e t e d in t h e Track Relays (4 x 800m) at Olympic Park w h e r e the Open Team was b e a t e n by arch-rivals Wesley (who had run second in t h e Road Relay).

This year the Athletics Squad is huge — reflecting in no small way t h e enthusiasm and energy of Mrs Allen. Specialist training and competing singlets a r e on t h e way, a weekend c a m p has b e e n organised for t h e beginning of Term 3 and training sessions a r e frequently held at Olympic Park in o r d e r to provide p r o p e r facilities for the throwers, jumpers, sprinters and hurdlers.

ATHLETICS

ROWING

Teams a r e being e n t e r e d into a s many competitions as possible a n d this has already paid dividends with the recent winning of the Lisa Wardale Cross Country Championships (Senior a n d Overall Divisions) run over a demanding course at Churchill National Park. In a field of 80 runners, t h e strong Senior team blitzed t h e opposition producing t h e following results: Rachael Gibney (Yr II) second, Kim Bond (Yr 12) third, Angela Dally (Yr 12) fourth, Alex Verrier (Yr II) seventh, Adele Mcintosh (Yr 11) eighth, Melinda Kennedy (Yr 11) eighteenth and Kate Stewart (Yr II) twenty-ninth.

Competitions such as this provide valuable experience for the younger m e m b e r s of t h e squad. It has b e e n great t o see t h e dedication and interest of all the junior m e m b e r s this year and judging by the talent displayed, t h e continuing success of t h e Athletics Squad in years t o c o m e is assured.

Angela Dally, Year 12.

Athletics For many years, on t h e Aths scene. MLC has relied heavily on the sheer brilliance of Peta Kennedy, Kym Burns and Lindy-|ane Tresize while overall participation in t h e aths squad has b e e n dwindling.

Yet this was all changed in 1989 with t h e energetic Mrs. Allen at the helm, assisted by Peta "The Champ" Kennedy. We knew Mrs. Allen was serious a b o u t revamping school athletics when s h e began by issuing official invitations to join the squad, newsletters, singlet tops, training programs, training at well-facilitated Olympic Park and the Aths Camp at Lancefield.

Fitness training began in Term TWo, with overwhelming numbers. MLC has already c o m p e t e d in two cross country events. In t h e Shell Victoria Cross Country Championships MLC finished with great individual and team results.

Helen Gibney finished fifth in t h e Under 17 division and Angela Dally finished eleventh in the Open division. Both have qualified for t h e Victorian team to c o m p e t e in Adelaide against other states in the Australian Cross Country Championships.

Too often there is an emphasis on winning in sports but Mrs. Allen has helped reinforce t h e efforts of t h e team as a whole and for each m e m b e r to focus on doing her individual b e s t and hopefully aim for Personal Bests.

Sandra Chin, Year 12.

Aerobics Squad Water Polo To state it simply, t h e water polo season of 1989 was a great success. Our enthusiastic and highly spirited team successfully claimed victory in four of its six matches, losing only to the two t o p s e e d e d teams.

Our first match could only b e equated to a gladiatorial combat! We were playing our toughest competitors, who numbered amongst their team, girls who played in various "Out of school" competitions. This "jump-in-the-deepe n d " game was a real learning experience and jolted us into a great performance, winning t h e next three g a m e s with large margins. Our fourth game was our next big encounter, our only h o p e "survival!" Inside sources informed us that t h e Wesley team was a very large, well experienced, ferocious bunch, who were destined to take out the water polo title. To both teams' amazement, and our teams' total delight, the engagement e n d e d in a draw. The six-all score required us to m e e t again and d o battle for a place in the semi- final. Time; t h e following Tuesday. Place; the Wesley pool.

The match itself was very well played by both sides, but Wesley s e e m e d to get the better of us and our second last match went, by a small margin, in their favour.

Our last g a m e e n d e d on a high with our greatest triumph, a fourteen to nil victory. We finished the evening with a water polo b a n q u e t at Toto's to celebrate our best ever water polo season.

In conclusion I wish to thank Miss Fry for her terrific effort in coaching us into s h a p e and her warm-hearted encouragement throughout the matches.

Thanks and congratulations also go to the team for their dedication and optimistic approach to t h e season; Kim Bond, Kate Gibson, Rebecca Edwards, Rachael Maloney, Kirsty Ford, Rebecca Renwick and Pauline Arnold.

Catherine Svars (Captain), Year 12.

WATER POLO

1989 saw the introduction of t h e first ever MLC Aerobics Squad. In preparation for t h e Victorian Interschool Aerobics Championship we lunged into a training session t o design t h e MLC aerobics uniform that would star-jump us to victory. This consists of a two-piece sweatabsorbing lycra leotard which not only enhances our performances but also prevents those unsightly perspiration stains. The leggings a r e dark green cropped off just below the knee to allow t h e calves to b r e a t h e freely. The t o p is a white skin-tight singlet midriff with a d d e d support and a green star in t h e centre. The colours w e r e strategically chosen with dark

Competition Skiing In the past MLC has enjoyed s o m e success in t h e Interschool Ski Championships. Although we have fielded a team since 1977, our first real success was in 1984 when w e won t h e Victorian and Australian championships.

For t h e Victorian interschool races each team consists of four skiers who each have o n e run down t h e Giant Slalom at Mt. Buller. The best t h r e e times a r e a d d e d together to p r o d u c e the team time, the first t h r e e t e a m s being eligibe to c o m p e t e in the Australian titles. The Australian race differs a little as each skier skies t h e course twice and the best time of t h e two is counted t o w a r d s the t e a m ' s time.

Skiing has b e c o m e m o r e popular and the interschool competition harder. As a result Mrs. Dahl formed the MLC Ski Club in 1987, giving much time and effort into organising training at Mt. Hotham for club m e m b e r s . The training consists of four days in the July holidays and

green t o slim the legs and white, well...

Unfortunately the squad was formed after entries had closed for most local competitions, so we concentrated our training for t h e Victorian titles. Routines for the singles, pairs, team and water aerobics divisions n e e d e d to b e choreographed and refined. All our work paid off when we w e r e a w a r d e d a close second place.

With only six m e m b e r s in the squad at present, we anticipate an increase in numbers for 1990. With all this extra support w e would b e c o m e favorites for t h e Australian Aerobic Championships.

Eunice Finter (captain), Year 12.

also four w e e k e n d s during third term. Race and technique training is undertaken in preparation for the championships and also to better our skiing overall.

As a result 1988 produced s o m e great results.

We fielded t w o senior t e a m s who c a m e fourth and fifth and our junior t e a m won their competition. Although we did not qualify for the Australians, t h e third place team pulled out, and a week b e f o r e t h e race Mrs. Dahl was asked if she could send a team to N.S.W. to compete.

Belinda Trembath, Cathy Smith, Vivian Barker and Peggy Warren raced very well, coming third.

This year t h e ski club has fifty m e m b e r s and will again train at Mt. Hotham and Mt. Buller.

Hopefully w e will again ski well at t h e championships and p e r h a p s r e p e a t the 1984 success.

We thank Mrs. Dahl for t h e time, effort and dedication she gives to t h e club, and t h e enthusiasm she generates.

Genevieve Searle (Vice Ski Captain), Year 12.

MLC Gym Club Senior School The coaches for senior gymnasts this year are Ms. Lina Sculac and Melinda Storey (1988 School Gym Captain). The Senior girls have b e c o m e m o r e enthusiastic training several hours on weeknights after school and also before school We currently have girls training from levels 1 to 8 and this year MLC will b e fielding t e a m s in the level 5, 6 and 7 section of t h e Victorian titles.

In Inter-school competition MLC has proved consistently over t h e past few years to b e the strongest team. MLC always has the most entries, not only winning many of the team events, but taking out individual medals as well.

Junior School Miss Kathy Oswald is responsible this year for t h e Junior School gymnasts. Karen Myers (1987 School Gym Captain), Kynwyn Jones (Year 9), Krishna Seibold (Year 9), Kirrily Weber (Year 11) and Cassie Gibson (Year 12) have also b e e n given t h e opportunity to obtain valuable experience in coaching the Junior School girls.

There are 120 junior School girls taking part in gym classes. We are already discovering s o m e talented gymnasts, and are sure to build u p a strong team for the future.

Display Miss Kathy Oswald has created many opportunities for the Display Team to perform, and has produced several exciting displays. Her first year here began with t h e performance of "Hollywood TSkes a TUmble ", which involved 120 dancers and tumblers. The following year we were invited to perform "Celebration of a Nation" and "Playing to Win" at the National Gymnastics Competition. While in Brisbane, the 35 girls and 3 teachers took the opportunity to visit Expo.

In 1988 we also performed at Son Et Lumiere.

The endurance of t h e display team was tested as we had to perform six nights running with seven performances a night. Towards t h e end of 1988 McDonalds sponsored t h e team to perform on two occasions at the Sports Star of the Year Awards, which much to our delight included a free McDonalds meal afterwards.

This year is set to b e t h e biggest yet as the display team perform "Locomotion" to the music from Starlight Express. The cast involves 64 skaters, dancers and tumblers. Skaters are fortunate to b e coached by t h e 1985 World Champion Roller Skater Martin Hass, and many hours have b e e n given by mothers and Kathy Oswald into preparing t h e costumes, while Year 12 student Kristen Anderson is designing the set.

Beneath all the glamour of performances are many hours of hard work by both gymnasts and coaches. All are to b e c o m m e n d e d on the excellent results and we wish them the best of luck in the future.

Kirsten Gardner-Berry (1989 School Gym Captain)

Interschool Basketball The interschool senior and junior basketball competition d o e s not begin until Term Four but training every Friday morning began as early as mid-Term Two. After t h e inspirational clinic from Andrew Gaze MLC is looking for s o m e big results this year.

Basketballers Gaze at Andrew On Wednesday May 10th, Andrew Gaze, who has shot to super- stardom by starring for Seaton Hall in the American College Basketball System, and who r e p r e s e n t e d Australia in the Seoul Olympics last year, c a m e to give a basketball clinic at MLC. During our lunchtime he d e m o n s t r a t e d simple drills to d o with the basketball, but the manager of the Melbourne Tigers who had accompanied Andrew did most of the talking. Tickets to the Melbourne Tigers' next match w e r e given to the P.E. staff and a few of the girls in the basketball club.

Andrew Gaze certainly proved popular judging by the number of girls wanting his autograph.

I'm sure that his visits to schools in Melbourne will benefit the great team sport of basketball.

Jenny Wong, Year 10.

BASKETBALL

A tribute to my school years

CATHERINE ALEXANDER I need m o r e junk food.

LEE ALEXANDER I'm just going to HOP' up to Scotch.

AMEL1ARANNE ALLAN Did anyone watch Dukula last night?

Memories

AMANDA BAKER Now, would I exaggerate?

JENNI BAXTER Buuurrp!

NICOLE BOOMSMA

It's going to feel very strange not to walk into the familiar Senior Centre every morning at 8 o'clock. Basically it's going to b e weird not walking into school at all. In s o m e ways it will b e good, because, believe it or not, I feel READY to leave. I've had enough! I want to get away and try something new. But that is not to say I won't b e taking s o m e special memories with me.

Senior Centre provides m e with the s a m e sense of security and comfort as my b e d r o o m . It is totally OURS. We can d o with it almost whatever we like. We can really get away from the classroom a t m o s p h e r e by putting u p posters, photos, turning the radio on full blast, and generally making a maximum amount of noise.

Whenever I smell toasted c h e e s e I always think of Senior Centre. I'll always treasure my memories of h a p p y lunchtimes sitting in Senior Centre, laughing, talking, singing t o the radio, screaming, and letting out t h e pent u p tensions of the day.

My memories of House activities will remain very prominent, too. They a r e o n e of the best things about MLC. I have always enjoyed being part of a team, yelling war-cries and dressing in house colours. It gives m e a real sense of belonging, of being a part of something special.

Another thing which I shall miss is the closeness of t h e friends I have m a d e during my years at MLC. My p a r e n t s have always said that school years are the best years of your life, and when it comes to friendships, I know how true this is.

My memories of friends who have comforted m e when I've b e e n down, and laughed with m e when I've been happy, will always remain. It is my friends who have m a d e my school life at MLC so wonderful. The opportunity for getting to know so many p e o p l e is not one to b e taken for granted or missed.

Memories have to b e created. How can school memories b e special if you haven't been involved in anything m e m o r a b l e ? So many activities a r e provided at our school that 1 cannot understand why p e o p l e ignore them. In my opinion school is much m o r e than sitting in a classroom and studying. It has been for me, anyway. There is an advertisement which says that a diamond is forever. Well, so is a memory.

And I have so MANY of them.

Susannah Tymms, Year 12.

FIONA ALLEN No! You can t put two balls up the one hole.

STACEY ALLWOOD Two big ones are better than one.

GRAZINA ANDERSON The Flied Won-ton girl.

Ode To Senior Centre A t o w e r i n g old a n t i q u e In t h e c o r n e r of t h e school With eat, chat a n d b e m e r r y Its o n e a n d only rule.

Its a p p e a r a n c e is deceiving For it looks so quaint a n d s w e e t , But inside is c h o c o l a t e w r a p p e r s And dirty m e s s e s f r o m o u r f e e t .

With m a n y girls o f t e n Hanging a r o u n d t h e snack m a c h i n e And m a n y dirty c o f f e e m u g s Are often to be seen.

SHAMNI BANGAH So much work and so little time.

No polished chairs a n d c a b i n e t s But s c r a p h e a p o d d s a n d bits I would not b e w r o n g in stating t h a t " N o t all t h e Year I 2s fit!"

O r a n g e chairs and p u r p l e t a b l e s And a r a t h e r fetid smell With s o much noise a n d music That it is h a r d to h e a r t h e bell.

The smell of b u r n t t o a s t a n d c h e e s e Is o f t e n t o b e smelt, And icy t o e s on winter m o r n i n g s A r e o f t e n t o b e felt!

MEREDITH BEGG Guess what guys...more Bunnies!

But e v e r y r o o m has Its o w n individual feeling, From t h e p h o t o - c o v e r e d walls To plain white painting ceiling.

And t h o u g h it is no m o n u m e n t From G r e e c e or from R o m e For all of us Year 1 2s It's o u r H o m e S w e e t H o m e !

Lyndal Miller, Year 12.

OVERHEARD in Senior Centre

SUZANNE BOUNDY Been there, done that.

I'm not here yet, O.K. It's only a little late....

The vending machine's b e e n filled again violet crumbles!

OPTION-ITIS...

Who a r e you taking t o the d a n c e ?

16 weeks until D-Day Shaving cream or garlic water?

FREEDOM

VCE Obesity SANDI BURGGRAAF I want to go to Disneyland and get a job as Mickey Mouse.

LAINIE CHAIT HONK!!!

Year 12 MLC girls, d u e t o VCE "pressure" and t h e vending machine in Senior Centre, a r e living in t h e post-anorexic era! Yee Ha! Eating now has the e d g e over starvation. You can forget the laxatives and t h e (enny Craig dietary plan; liberate yourself from the regimes of period five compulsory sport, optional aerobics and pain for no gain.

In 1989 the t h e m e is weight!

So indulge in the tuckshop s latest creations.

Indulge in choc-coated donuts, heavily buttered coffee scrolls and chocolate big Ms. Indulgence is t h e key to a successful VCE score.

Out, out. out, are the salad rolls, natural yoghurt and any carbonated drink with "Diet" or "Low Calorie" written on. In, in, in, a r e any spares, period fives or lunchtimes when the vending machine or Eddie's fast-food chicken s h o p can b e frequented. R e m e m b e r aerobics and other energy consuming pastimes a r e VULGAR.

Much m o r e fun is skipping across to the vending machine every ten minutes t o get those fifteen Snickers and Mars bars for your unforgiveably never-to-be-found friends. Better still is grovelling around outside H o m e Eco. t o find leftover cakes and biscuits m a d e in demonstration classes.

But wait! There's more! In t h e s e days of the new EAT ETHIC guilt is definitely uncool.

So throw out your b a t h r o o m scales, burn your calorie counter and forget being t h e slimmest Year 12 student in the school. Eating b e t w e e n meals is t h e key to success.

Make t h e most of your final year at MLC. Try anything and everything that the tuckshop and t h e vending machine have t o offer, and if a n y o n e offers you another piece of cake remember...

NEVER SAY NO!....It could change your life.

Jacyl Shaw, Year 12

ANNABEL BUTLER I'm not quiet. I just think a lot.

BONNIE CHAN Sure, that's fine.

MLC Modelling Agency 1989 ph. 810 1333 (office hours)

KRISTEN ANDERSON Pimple Shmimple.

ELENA ANGELODELMOU Kentucky! TOTO'S! I haven't had any junk food since yesterday!

FELICITY BARBER At any rate....

VIVIENNE BARKER I've got a thing about Cameron's!

CATHY BARNES Where as Mern?

CLAIRE BARTON My God. he's looking at me!

CAROLYN BARTON 1 don't know what a googy-egg is!

MELISA BATTY Chris is coming home tonight.

IUSTINE BENNETT Take a shot of comfort Take two!

LISA BENNETT Catching the train tonight Liese? No, it's Wednesday!

NATALIE BERGEN By the time I start to make the most of what I have there won't be anything left!

SARAH BLISS Lance and I are going dancing tonight.

KIMBERLEY BOND 007

SARAH BONE No way man!

MEGAN BOWATER Get that banana away from me!

RACHEL BRISBANE Who cares about quotes.

KATE BROUGHTON All this talk of sex is making me hungry.

MICHELLE BROWN I'm not a snob!

JO BRUCE They don't call me a scrubber for nothin'.

FIONA BURGESS Hello sailor, how many seamen in your deepdiver?

LIZZIE CADE Did we have any homework?

MELANIE CAMPBELL No problems chief!

She's gone to oblivion.

NADINE CAPRIOGLIO Did ya kiss him?

IANE CAREY Am I real???

SUZANNE CARRUTHERS My God, a whole year!

ROSALIND CARTER Look, I promise, 1 promise it will be in tomorrow.

GRACE CHAN Eh! I don't understand.

MING CHAN What's the resolution I made about getting organised?

DONNA CHANG I'm so excited!

VANESSA CHAPMAN Yeah, that's life.

FELICITY CHARREXT A long time ago. far, far away...there was this guy, right!

ROSEMARY CHANG How do you say "Mars Bar withdrawal symptoms'' in lapanese?

ADRIANNE CHEN Ady-monster forever!

LEE-WON CHEN She's so hard working!

STEPHANIE CHEN Next year, next year, next year!

YEE LING CHEN Oh no, homework again!

LYNDA CHENG What have I got first?

VIVIAN CHEUNG You know what I mean?

SANDRA CHIN Yes, this is my natural hair colour.

CHRISTINE CHONG Daavweeeeyy!!!

MUN-LAN CHEAH I've got a weird sense of humour!

VIVIENNE CHOU Hmmm...not particularly...

JODIE CHRISTIE Oohh! My loins are aching.

DAINA CLARK Could it be a vampiiiire...baaaat?

CAROLINE CLARK Yes, I did forget, and no, I'm not vague.

TABITHA CLUTTERBUCK Tabeetha or not Tabeetha; that is the question.

RUTH COBDEN lackaroo's. sheep and sheep wings?

RUTH COGAN I'm feeling lustful today.

ELIZABETH COGHLAN I'm not vague anymore.

JULIA COLDREY Sorry I'm late, but I...

MARC1A COLE Far out cazzles!

EMMA CONDON How far can YOU chuck a rock?

LARA CONSTANTINOU I'm not going there with him.

1NGRID CORRIE I know Glenn on the inside better than anyone else.

GILLIAN COUTTS I won't eat anything that can still run around the plate.

VANESSA CREW He's such a sweetie!

BIANCA CRIPPS It's gotta poke out the top!

ANGELA CRITCHLEY I had pins and needles from head to toe.

GEORGIA CROWE I have'nt had a full day at school yet.

JENNIFER CUMMINS Cool bananas!

EMMA DE MORNEMENT I need my milk.

SUSAN DICKINSON I saw voltage last night.

VICTORIA DING No action, talk only.

SUSAN DODDS Who's having a party?

KIM CZUBRYI

APRIL DONNELY Prefects Hike me) need protection.

ANGELA DALLY Not to worry.

KAREN DOOLEY Not everything has to have a meaning.

ELIZABETH DOUGLAS 1 was not drunk, my shoes were just slippery!

DEIRDRE DOWLING But he's got a girlfriend!

NICOLE DREVER Delicious laughter.

CATE DRURY Don't call me Meryl.

KERRYN DUFF Last night at rowing, we had to...

KAREN EAMES Why is the ant, Lindy?

REBECCA EDWARDS It's better in the bath than in the bed.

CINDY EVANGELOU Julian...HELP!

SELENA FINLAY On the road again.

LIBBY FINN I want to be a babymaking machine when I grow up!

EUNICE FINTER Can I change my quote?

INGRID FIRTH-SMITH Maybe I'll sign in after lunch.

SOO-WEI FOO I love studying about nuclear fusion.

SOO-YEE FOO Don't know-lah!

KIRSTY FORD Why kill yourself today when you might die tomorrow?

WENDY FORTUNE I've almost finished.

ANDREA FROST lust one of the fella's!

CATHERINE FROSTER I'm so gullible.

TANIA FROST1CK Do you know how many calories are on that?

KIRSTEN GARDNER-BERRY lust smile and nod.

CASSIE GIBSON Ma, I'm innocent. 1 wasn't even there!

KATE GIBSON Why is it I never seem to know what is going on?

NOVA GIBSON I am not a mushroom!

JANE GLEESON I'll go to the tuckshop for you.

BELINDA GOGLIA That's a doozy!

NICKY GOLDIE The phone bill is coming in a week.

REBECCA GORMAN I burnt my nostril hairs.

YVETTE GOW Ah, you're a card!

JULIE GRAINGER That's life!

REBECCA GRAVESTOCK I'm going out with Adam, no Ashleigh. no Anthony.

KATHRYN GRAY He was yesterday!

Smooch won't let me do anything.

VANESSA GRIFFIN Miss Social Butterfly. I can't help it if I'm friendly.

RACHAEL GUTHRIDGE Hi axl?brs»yp%tolrr)(,n ...know what I mean?

(Marsha Brady)

LUCY GWEE Hmm...I have to stock up my locker today.

ASTR1D HALDANE I'm gonna get her.

MELISSA FLEMING I have to think of something spontaneous!

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KAREN HALL You want out of this parking lot lake?

KATHRYN HALL Gee wiz. thanks Rach...

EVELYN HALLS No, seriously, I think I failed that test.

TARA HANNAN Spray with Mortein for God's sake!

MICHELLE HANSLOW You didn't see this Violet Crumble.

MARNIE HARRIS I need some bosoms.

NATALIE HARRIS Come into my room.

PIPPA HARROP Whoa dude — don't do a Baldrick on me.

LISA HEMSLEY Ewes think us cuntry shielas are slow!

IANE HILL It's because I'm inbred.

LISA HINE P. Hewson — my God.

MANDY HOGG No, I'm not cut! I love you, Ray.

TINA HOLLIS The Donald waddle.

DEANNE HOLMES What do you do with it once you've got it?

CARA HONEYCHURCH Let's wag English.

MARNIE HOPKINS Not in front of the children honey!

AMANDA HOWELL I'm all flustered!

TARA HUDSON Guess what everyone. I just sneezed!

CLAIRE HUTTON Pull your head in before a fruit picker sees it!

ELIZABETH HYNE I am not conservative.

ANNA ISAKSSON I'm from Sweden.

Where's my rucksack?

HEATHER JABOOR We must have cheated.

NATALIE JEFFCOTT Her name was Gooba...

CAROLYN JONES Pocky

CATHY JONES I know you've saved some of my nine lives, but Shut up Lyndal!

DINUSHA JOSEPH Delayed reaction.

POOI-YOKE KAN Eee...ya! (shivers.l

MARTINE KANE No, I just have a blocked anal passage.

LANA KARANTZIS I ve got sooo much work to do and I feel really sick.

ANNE KAYE-SMITH Bird lives.

RENEE KAYSER Melted cheese reminds me of something. I can't think what though!

MEAGAN KEMP Sgt Sausage (Dig Dug?l

VIKKI HORE I don't get it!

KYLIE KERR What?

LISA HOSKING I'm stressed out to the max!

ANITA KING It was hard but I loved it'

CAMILLE KINGSTON And God created woman!

LYDIA KOUKMENIDES Feed me, Seymour.

LIBBY LANGLANDS Bloody hell lenny!

GABBY LANGLEY I've got a headache.

EMMA LEARY Everyone's called Dave.

ANGELINA LEE Stuff homework, I have to watch '21 lump Street'.

DENISE LEE I'm active!

JOSEPHINE LEE Oh no, Maureen!

SZE-WEY LEE And do you know what she said?

SOM LING LEUNG I m just going to music school.

SANDY LEUNG What...ah?

CAROL LEW (I've lost my blazer!)

What colour is it?

HUI-LING LIM Humungous is my password.

LYDIA LIM Come on guys. We're late t o maths, Ooi Ooi!

MAY-KUAN L1M Don't lah!

YEAN NYOK LIM D'you think my muscles have grown?

FIONA L1NDGREN Is Christmas day on the 26th?

ALYSON LOCKETT I'm not thinking, I'm just writing.

YVETTE LOCKWOOD I've got will-power to stop, I just don't want to.

RACHAEL LOOS HONK!!

ANGELA LOURAS Tell me! Tell me! What happened?

TSE YEUN LUI Sorry, no time for lunch. Gotta go to choir.

JACKIE MACTIER Just back off man!

ELIZA MADDOCK Well you can't call me a slut.

IULIE MAIN I'm just too good to be true.

VICKY MANOS Why this year?

|ANE MANZONEY I'm sorry for apologizing.

ABIGAIL MARKEY I had the funniest night last night.

KYLIE MARRIOTT NO, I don't have a formal partner!

JULIE MARTIN Oh no! Not the sex scene again!

PAULA MATSON I'm gonna fail this test.

TANIA MATTEI Half an hour of boogie.

VIRGINIA MATTHEWS No way!

JUDITH MAUNDERS WOOF!!

CATHERINE MAVRODOGLOUS And Willy Loman thought HE was confused.

MELISSA MCCLELLAND Is this a private conversation or is anyone invited?

KATE McCREDIE Hassling people is an art.

KYLIE McCUBBING Fast to cook, good to eat.

REBECCA MCINTOSH Where's Mem?

HAYLEY McKAY What's your problem... Mate?

KERSTIN McKAY Gee, what an expression!

BENITA McLEOD I love Leigh, I wish he'd come home.

KIT McMAHON How are ya, luve?

FIONA MCMILLAN Future chief commissioner of police.

KATHERINE MEAD God I'm funny!

HELEN MENTHA Mr Happy is my guru.

ROSE MILIDONI That's my car!

LYNDAL MILLER Ahh, Cathy. It's dirty, not ditty and Bundy, not Barramundi.

KATE MIZRAHI I'm a hedonist! (Dig Dug?)

RACHEL MOLONY We're not students, we're Year 12's.

SOPHIE MOORE Thank God it's Friday!

IANE MORGAN Ethel the Aardvark has gone Quantity Surveying and he doesn't like Spam

EMILY MORIESON I'm not here today,

|ANE MORTON I collect ex's, not get rid of them.

GITA MUSAT Let me tell you...

SON|A MYSKA-LACK Where's Vanissa? I want to pick her brain.

VANISSA NA RANONG Absorb...Absorb!

DENISE NAKIS I'm going to make Elle McPherson look like a Pig.

RACHEL NEEDOBA

CYNTHIA RAMSBOTHAM I ve got a gold Porsche

ANGELA NICHOLAS I've only had two spares today!

SHARON NOONAN Quick, help, oh my God, what are we cooking?

IENN1 NORDEN Everyone thinks I'm a sex fiend.

VIVIEN ONG Going swimming?

IACINTA ORR ..but I haven't even met him yet!

CHE PARKER It's been a hard four days this year!

MICHELLE PARKES We all cling together like long grain rice.

MARGARET PATRICK You can be such a bitch.

HELEN PEARCE Good composers are pathetic performers!

SUZANNE PETROU I need a drink, I need a fag, 1 need a ...

HOA PHAM Frip it!

KYLIE PITT Somebody find me a tall building.

OK?

REBECCA POCOCK 1 don't like her. She doesn't laugh at farts and stuff.

NADINE PONOMARENKO I'm hungry!

KENDREA POPE All's cool and mega-froody!

CHRISTINE PSILIAKOS I'm sorry.

ANTHEA PUTT If this kills me I'm going to blame somebody.

KAREN QUAN Don't hassle me ...I'm thinking!

PAMELA QUAY

KATE RAYMENT How do you get the chocolate off a Mars bar?

NARELLE RAYMOND Not a very packed tram!

ROSALIND RILEY It's times like these, I wish I could walk backwards.

ELISE ROBERTS I'm hungry!

CATRIONA ROSS

CATHERINE SEALEY Gone fishing!

IULIE RANKIN No. but...

EMILY POWER I don't say anything witty enough to put as a quote.

ROWENA PRENTICE There's a bus coming; where's my concession?

JULIA PRYOR Little angels have horns you know!

KATE RADFORD This is the one.

MELANIE RAMSDELL Wild!

KIRSTEN REED I don't eat unknowns.

REBECCA RENWICK I can't concentrate unless I thrust and hang my tongue out.

KATRINA REYNOLDS No need for formality, just call me God.

MICHELLE ROBIN 1 can't believe you just said that! COD!

IRENE RODITIS ha ha ha giggle giggle giggle

ROMA ROSOLINO Double garlic please!

ANGELA ROSS I'll pay you back when my dad gives me money.

NATALIE ROSS

EMMA ROYAL No! He was last week!

IQueeniel

CATHERINE SCHAPPER Hard-headed woman.

N1KKI SCHWARZ BUT WHY?

RACHAEL SCOTT A camel's hump is only for the rider's comfort.

GENEVIEVE SEARLE A spare's a spare. Why waste it by working?

ROXANNE SENEQUE I'm lost!

ROBYN SEYMOUR Have you been naughty again?

JACYL SHAW How about a sauna?...or a roll in the snow?

KRISTINA SHUGG My watch says it's 8.00, but somehow I don't think it is.

CHUI-MEI SIEW

ZERLINA SIM What's YOUR problem, honey?

NICOLE SIMPSON Turn the radio up, I love this song.

ANDREA SINCLAIR I like him but...

KAMALINI SIVAPATHY I have to study!

KIMBERLEY SLEEMAN Who needs a social life when I've got Physics?

MICHIKO SMITH Guess who I saw last night?

ANDREA SMITH Chop! Chop! Come on!

WENDY SOO Of course men love me.

NANCY SOON That's okay.

NARELLE STAINKAMPH Cass, if you give me a pull I'll come.

JULIANA STAMP I'll dye it really dark, peroxide it. then cut it all off.

LINDA STENNING Cause it wanted sauce, Karen.

LYN STEPHENS I'm just ace!

AMANDA STERKENBURG I haven't kissed a boy for over a month.

KESHENA STEWART I can't wait, I'm so impatient!

NICOLE STOCKTON The quiet achiever!

GEORGIA STONE You are what you eat, so I suppose I'm a chocky frog.

VILIA SULISTYO My economics essay, I haven't finish...

CATHERINE SVARS Down at Point Lonsdale...

FIONA SYMONS My Dad's a butcher.

CINDY TAI Are you feeling okay?

LISA TAN I'll do it later. Can't be bothered now.

SIAN-LING TAN Whaa..t?

SIAN-MIN TAN Punctuality is my motto.

WAN-YIN TANG My pimples! My face!

SKYE TAYLOR Only....weeks to go.

Perth, here I come!

LOUISA TAYTON I can't believe I did that.

MOON TEH Sydney or America?

LEE-CHAN TEO D'you want some food?

MAUREEN TEOH Help! losephine, I have dropped my contact lens again.

YVETTE THACKRAY I live across the road from Scotch.

BRONWYN THOMPSON Good one bud!...Surprise me!

KATARINA TISAY Look, I've grown!

KARA TONG (4.47 pm| Get real, I'm in my pyjamas!

JODIE STOREY I got a lift home in a d i w y van, doo da.

KATHERINE TOZER Unquotable!

BELINDA TREMBATH Sorry, I can t hear you, I'm deaf.

WINCY TSANG Aiyah! You yee...diot!

SON1A TURECEK Oh no! Herpes strikes again!

SUSANNAH TYMMS What a typical Leo!

REBECCA VINEY Yo, blackman.

ASHLEIGH WALKER I'll just check that on my list!

PETRA WALKER If it's not on, it's not on.

KATHY WALLIS 1 need a coke.

KYLIE WALTER Yes. he's from the tennis dub. (27 0001

ELLEN WARNE I'm definitely a curly thinker.

MICHELLE WATK1NS Let's put some speed on now!

FIONA W A I T Dive right in, the water's fine.

STEPHANIE WAYCOTT I just don't understand how they can see.

lO WEATHERBURN Give me a man in uniform.

NICOLE WHITE Hello fish, Hey cumquat.

KATE WHITING Are ya there?

ANNE WIGGLESWORTH Sorry I'm late...I was...er...getting a Diet Coke.

KATE WILCOX I think my dance dress shrank!

KATHRYN WILKIE Music A has its purpose. Was it two or three dasses I had today?

IULIE WILLIAMS She'll be cool bananas.

KATRINA WILSON Oh no, with this one I have to use my brain.

AMANDA W1NDLEY He's soooo gorgeous.

MELINDA WITHERS Hey dude! What a LEGEND! I love Scotty.

KATRINA WOLSTENCROFT Hey Smedley!

JANICE WONG janicism: a new found element in MLC.

PEI HUAN WONG Zai |ian, Goodbye, Selamut tingga!

RUTH WONG Don't be silly.

HELEN WOODSIDE I'll get it done .... eventually.

SAGE WYER I've had enough of school. I'm going home.

WENDY YANG Where's Wendy? I can't hear her.

AMELIA YONG I need a cute guy!

KATRINA ZARIFEH You have t o be joking!

IOHANNA Z1PS1N It runs in the family.

JANE W1GGILL "Exterminate the brutes!"

RUTH WILTSHIRE The greatest invention ever was the mobile polling booth.

Teachers' Quotes: more sequels than Rocky MRS. SMITH: "I was just trying to beat t h e system but t h e system was smarter than I was."

MR. FRY: "You can just s e e that silence."

MS. MEHEGAN: "Circumcision is inherited."

MS. MEHEGAN: " S o m e o n e ' s going to come and cart m e away to t h e loony bin very soon."

STUDENT: "Oh good. Does that mean we get this lesson off?"

DR. CASTLES: "If you b o o b o o this, you're in real trouble."

DR. CASTLES: "You've really got m e over t h e barrel."

MR. MARTIN: "Damn, I m a d e a mistake. No I didn't. It's very rare I d o anyway."

MR. MARTIN: "We a r e basically...in the poo!"

MRS. (ONES: "The standard was very high but you were very well taught."

MS. PATTERSON: "Don't put that in Silver and Green."

DR. ANDERSON: "This is a very famous quote. I wrote it at lunchtime."

MRS. COLLINGS: "It's no use having a nervous breakdown. We haven't got time for it."

DR. ANDERSON: "In regard t o Silver and Green quotations, just r e m e m b e r ladies who marks your examination papers. That's not a threat, it's a promise."

STUDENT: "I've got a biscuit n a m e d after m e . " DR. ANDERSON: "What? A cracker?"

MRS. FEIKEMA: T must admit, I've never felt t h e urge to go to t h e toilet in the middle of a lesson."

STUDENTS: "We w e r e singing the Beatles."

DR. ANDERSON: "You'll b e singing the blues in just a few seconds."

REVENGE I wish I was a flying cow Oh wouldn't it b e great.

I'd fly so gaily through t h e air, And pooh on t h e ones I hate.

They'd clutch their h e a d s In blank surprise And shout "We w e r e not wise, To torment the wretched peasant Who d r o p p e d that smelly present."

I wish I was an elephant Oh wouldn't it b e nice.

I'd take my rivals in my trunk And throw them like a dice.

They'd b e too injured to complain And I would like it fine.

I'd never hear of them again And life would b e divine.

Shobana Kanagassingham, Year 6.

STUDENT: "I smashed a mug in Senior Centre."

DR. ANDERSON: "What was she called."

MS. MEHEGAN: T didn't have time to shave this morning. I'm sorry...at least I didn't c o m e without my false teeth and my wig."

MS. IOHNSTON: "I was listening to my walkperson."

MISS COATES: "What? What?"

MR. FRY: "...and worst of all — remaining celibate!"

MRS. SMITH (to a Year 12 student!: "I've got a six year old like you."

MR. FRY: "We had a teacher called Mill and we used to put an "s" on the end of Mill because it annoyed him."

STUDENT: "I smashed a mug in Senior Centre."

DR. ANDERSON: "What was she called?"

STUDENT: "There can't b e a wrong interpretation of a p o e m . " FRAU FEIKEMA: "Yes, but that (interpretation) is wrong."

MS. IOHNSTON: "There has not b e e n a man born yet who has not and who will not root around."

DEDICATION: This magazine is dedicated to the old uniform, soon to be a mere memory.

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