Lucernian 1990 vol 6 no 6 reduced by Geelong College

LUCERNIAN 1990

MORONGO GIRLS' COLLEGE

The Lucernian Magazine of Morongo Girls' College, Geelong Term 4, 1990

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CONTENTS 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 10

Editorial Principal's Page Staff School Council Report School Captain's Report Morongo Student Council Report Boarding House Sport

16 20 28 40 52 64 68 72

Music/Drama/Debating The Year That Was Junior School House Reports Phoenix Old Collegians Valete Awards

Vol. 6 No. 6

EDITORIAL

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing". Viewed in the context of eternity, life is, as Shakespeare says in this thought provoking soliloquy, a "brief candle". It is with his final statement that I beg to differ. Do you see your life as "signifying nothing"? Tracing the course of my school life, so far, I can now appreciate primary school as the place in which one begins to learn. Commencement of secondary school necessitated the application of these acquired skills, and, later still, it is my senior schooling that has concentrated my area of learning in a field which interested me. Still to come are the prospects of tertiary education where specializing in knowledge and skills for the workforce will direct the path of my life and, in turn, enrich my opportunities. Threaded, intricately, throughout the fabric of education is the obvious requirement and need for ambition and goals. Whether a goal is achieving financial security as a dedicated neurosurgeon before the age of forty or simply getting that geography essay finished before dinner, it is the setting of goals and the quest to achieve them that provides the best source of motivation. Perhaps more important is the immense satisfaction that results from the fulfilment. By striving towards each personal ambition, the largest step in improving the purpose and quality of life is taken. Life is too short to procrastinate or be apathetic. It is but a candle, and unexpectedly, any day, can be blown out. Let us, therefore, make our lives significant by ensuring that our candle is glowing and bright.

Clockwise from middle centre: Cathy Bennett (editor), Rachael Eddy, Kristen Blackmore, Ann Van Leerdam, Caroline Millard, Lisa Costa, Kirsty Danby, Michelle Barrett, Kirsten Bishop, Sally Esler, Mrs. B. Morrison, Dione Mauric, Tamsin Crocker, Lindy Ekstedt, Clare Fowler, Laura Hughes, Kirsty Harrison, Penny Bate, Corrine Higginbotham, Emma Jackman.

PRINCIPAL'S REPORT The basis for this success is, I believe, the unswerving faith of the school community in the principles on which the school was established. Firstly, that our school is a Christian school, dedicated to providing a comprehensive education for girls. As the founding committee stated it, back in 1920, ". . . Provision will be made for instruction under the most modern methods . . . The subjects of study . . . will cover all the requirements of a complete education. Special attention will be given to the Kindergarten and Primary Departments where the foundation of learning is laid . . . Pupils will be prepared for the Junior and Senior University Examinations . . . a fundamental principle is that the teaching staff should be highly qualified with University degrees and good experience in teaching . . . the religious life of the girls will be carefully looked after . . . physical culture will be in the hands of a specialist . . . and . . . no pains will be spared to make the individual girl's life a happy and joyous one with provision for the cultivation of social qualities and training in the habits of refinement and courtesy . . ."

Secondly, Morongo has a strong, caring environment where each girl is treated as a very special person and is encouraged to develop self esteem, resourcefulness and team spirit as well as leadership and organisational skills.

Today, this environment continues to draw its strength through acts of worship at school and year level assemblies, through the Christian Education teaching programme, through the Home Group and Home Room organisation, through the care and support given to girls and parents by Home Group teachers, through the range of activities — cultural and sporting — which are offered, and through the continuing emphasis placed on student leadership and involvement through the prefect system, student council, student committees and sporting teams. This year, on 19 June, our Founder's Day celebrations marked the seventieth anniversary of Geelong Presbyterian Girls' College, as our school was then known, at Roslyn House in Geelong. It was a day when we recalled the energy and enthusiasm of Miss Pratt, her Council, Staff and that first group of students who laid the foundation of the traditions we uphold so proudly today — traditions of excellence in leadership, academic work, sport, music, drama, debating and social service. The generations of girls who have since passed through the school have used the values, the skills, the academic achievements and the leadership qualities acquired here to contribute positively to the communities of which they are now active participants. Many have distinguished themselves in the professions, in business pursuits and in sport, whilst others have chosen to take less prominent but no less valued roles.

Throughout seventy years of history, Morongo has continued to grow as successive members of the school community have faced the challenges presented by changing social, economic and educational circumstances.

Thirdly, Morongo stands for quality in all fields of study and activities. The record established by past students has been maintained and enhanced by the students of today. The standard of achievement in external examinations, overall a 97% pass rate for 1989, is undeniable evidence of the dedication and abilities of members of staff and students. In 1990, our girls continue to distinguish themselves in science and mathematics competitions, music examinations, debating, drama and sport. • The years ahead will bring new challenges. At present we are working through the early stages of the introduction of the VC E — probably the most radical change in education Victoria has ever seen. This task, involving long hours of in-service activity and course writing, is being approached with optimism, determination and enthusiasm by all staff members. Although there is still a number of issues to be resolved at VCAB level, I am confident that the quality and standards of work set at Morongo in the past will be maintained by the students and staff of the future. Sint Lucernae Ardentes! Judith M. Watt

STAFF OF MORONGO GIRLS' COLLEGE 1990 PRINCIPAL• Mrs. J.M. Watt, BA, Dip Ed, Grad Dip Curric Admin, MACE DEPUTY PRINCIPAL Mr. A.W. Payne, B Ec, B Ed, TSTC, MACE HEAD OF JUNIOR SCHOOL• Mrs. Y Fox, TITC, MACE DIRECTOR OF STUDIES: Miss. J.L. Batterbury, BSc, Dip Ed, M Ed Admin, MACE SCHOOL CHAPLAIN: Rev. J.M. Hagans, MA, BD, MTh

DEVELOPMENT OFFICER: Mrs. 1. Deller, ATCL, ASDA BURSAR Mr. H.R. Stewart, B Comm, AASA, CPA HEAD OF BOARDING HOUSE: Mrs J. Barnard. S.R.N. HOME GROUP TEACHERS: Level Co-ordinator. 12L Mrs. U.M. Trigg, BA, Dip Ed, L Th, Dip Rel Ed, MACE 12A Mrs. M.L. Smith, BSc, BA, FACBS 12B Mr J. Hanan, BA, Dip Ed 12H Mrs. H. Melville, Dip Corn Prac, TTTC 12R Mr. DJ. Lyne, B App Sc (Chem), TTC 12V Mrs. M.E. Thom, BA (Hons), Dip Ed, DipComp, MACE, MACS Level Co-ordinator 11CC Mrs. C.M. Carroll, BA, Dip Ed, MACE 11DM Mrs. D. McNair, MA, Dip Ed/Mrs. P. Gilson, BA, Dip Ed 11KH Mr. K.H. Hancock, BEd(Mus), MEdSt, MIMIT, MACEA, MACS 11CM Miss. C. Molony, B Ed (Bus Studies) 11SM Mrs. S. Wong, BA (Hons), Dip Ed, Grad Dip School Library 11M.H Mr. M.C. Hutley, BEd(Sci) Level Co-ordinator. 10RO Mrs. R. Owen, Cert in Educ 10BM Mrs. B. Morrison, BA, Dip Ed 10GM Mr G Malcolm, BA, Dip Ed 10MC Mrs. C. Mackenzie, BSc in Education 10DB Miss. DJ. Bard-Brucker, BEd (Art & Craft) Level Co-ordinator. 9JG Mrs. J. Gardner, BA, DipEd, BEd 9GC Miss. G.E. Carr, BEd (Post Primary Phys Ed) 9SH Miss S.G. Heeps, BEd (Secondary) 9GS Mr. GJ. Smith, BEd (Science) Level Co-ordinator. 8JH Miss. J. Homberg, BEd KIM Miss. J. Murray, Cert Bus Studies, Stenography Cert TTTC 8S0 Miss. A.L. South, BSc Level Co-ordinator 7LF Mrs. LJ. Forbes, Dip FD & P, ACTT 7HE Mrs. H.M. Evans, BSc (Hons), Dip Ed, MACE 7FG Mrs. F. Gasperini, BA, TSTC 7AS Ms. A. Shields, BA, MA, Dip Ed, GDIESE Careers Advisor. Mrs. L. Bremner, BA SENIOR SCHOOL Ms. J. Hill, BEd (Art & Craft) Mrs. M. Lyne, Dip App Chem, TTTC, BEd Mrs. Y. Thomas, BJuris (Term I) Mrs. L. Hennessey, BEd (Bus Stud) (Terms II, III, IV) Mrs. K. Tamplin, Higher Diploma of Teaching (Secondary) JUNIOR SCHOOL Mrs. L. Masek, Dip Ed (Primary) Prep & 1 Year 2 Mr. W.L. Freeman, BA (Ed), BEd Mrs. J.M. Taylor, Dip of Teaching (Junior Primary) Year 3 Miss. A. Antony, Dip of Teaching (Primary) Year 4 Mrs. E.F. Marsland, Dip of Teaching (Primary) Year 5 Mrs. R.C. Trim, TPTC, BA (Ed), BEd (Primary) Year 6 Miss. G.T. Blythe, BA(Ed) Mrs. P. Hutchinson, Dip of Teaching (Primary) Mrs. L. McPherson, BMusEd Mrs. A. Mammino, BA, DipEd Mrs. N. Phillips, BA, BEd (Primary), ALAA Co-ordinator of Special English: Mrs. S.S. Lea-Wood, TPTC, TSPTC, BEd (SpecEd), MACE

KINDERGARTEN: Mrs. M. Shaw, Dip of Teaching (Early Childhood) Directress of Morongo Kindergarten Mrs. C.A. Gordon, Dip of Teaching (Early Childhood), BEd (Early Childhood), Directress 3 year old group Mrs. A. Weigl, Dip of Teaching (Early Childhood) Directress Lara Mrs. L. Cusworth, Assistant at Morongo Mrs. C. Greenhalgh, Assistant at Lara Mrs. J. Hawkins, Kindergarten Assistant, 3 year old group

LIBRARY: Mrs. S. Wong, BA (Hons), Dip Ed, Grad Dip School Library Mrs. A.C. Warren, BSc, ALAA

MUSIC STAFF: Director of Music: Mr. K.H. Hancock, BEd(Mus), MEdSt, MIMT, MACEA, MACE Junior School Class Work and Pianoforte: Mrs. L. McPherson, BMusEd Pianoforte: Miss. D. Butler, ATCL, LTCL, LMusA, MIMIT Pianoforte and Theory: Mr. D. Kaberry, BMus Pianoforte and Theory: Mrs. M. Heyes, BMus(Ed) Pianoforte and Theory: Mrs. P. Spratt, AMusA, LMusA, LRSM, ATCL, LTCL, MIMT Violin and Viola: Mrs. W. Galloway, LMusA, AMusA 'Cello and Theory: Mrs. J. Bainbridge, TITC, Grad Dip Ed, BEd Flute: Miss S. Verrell, AMusA Flute: Mrs. K. Storey, BEd (Mus) Clarinet and Saxophone: Mr. A. Cox BA(Mus) Brass: Mr. P. Radelczyk, Dip Arts (Music) LMusA, LTCL Guitar. Mr. G. Waugh, Dip Jazz Studies (NSW) Drums: Mr. D. Monea Voice: Mrs. R. Banger, DipLCST, AMusA(Voice) Accompanist-Organist Mrs. G. Gillard, MA, Dip Ed, AMusA Saxophone and Flute: Mr. A. Guzelian, Dip Arts(Mus), AMusA SPECIAL SUBJECTS: Speech: Mrs. R. King, ATCL (Speech & Drama) Tennis: Mr. D. Cameron Fencing: Mr. L. Fadgyas

OFFICE STAFF: Mrs. D. Doyle, Principal's Secretary Mrs. N. Groth, Assistant Bursar Mrs. F. Tan, Secretary to Deputy Principal and Director of Studies Mrs. H. Ballans Mrs. K. Beckett Mrs. A. Kelly FOUNDATION EXECUTIVE OFFICER Mrs. R. Lawler ANCILLARY STAFF; Mrs. P. Farrance, Laboratory Assistant Mrs. I. Halfacre, Secretary/Teachers' Aide, Junior School Mrs. S. Home, Library Assistant Mrs. P. Rooney, Special Education Aide HOSPITAL Sr F. Caines CATERING OFFICER Mrs. J. Carpenter DOMESTIC CO-ORDINATOR Mrs. E. Johns MAINTENANCE SUPERVISOR Mr. B. Rogers GROUNDS STAFF: Mr. T. Rambaldo Mr. R. Simpson Mr. D. Suares Mr. M. Watson Mr. S. Young CANTEEN ASSISTANTS: Mrs. M. Collins and Mrs. D. Mathieson BOARDING HOUSE STAFF: Mrs. A. Frcek Miss. J. Henderson Mrs. L. Lowe Mrs. N. Miller Mrs. B. McGregor

CHAIRMAN'S MESSAGE This year Morongo is celebrating its seventieth anniversary. Among present students are some third generation family members to attend this fine school, sharing in the traditions which their grandmothers and mothers helped shape. Our founders sought to establish in Geelong a Presbyterian College providing quality education for girls. Changing times present challenges and, throughout its history, Morongo has been a stable environment for its students because of its sound philosophical basis and the strength of the total school community.

MEMBERS OF COUNCIL Mr. FU. Robb — Chairman of Council Mr. W.H. Harvey, Deputy Chairman, 11E., F.I.E.Aust., F.A.I.E., A.F.A.I.M. Mrs. C. Alexander Mr. R.J. Bourke, A.A.S.A., C.P.A., A.C.I.S., A.I.B.A., A.A.I.M F.R.M.I.A. Mrs. E. Douglas Rev. J.M. Hagans, M.A., B.D., M.Th. Mr. I.S. Knight Mr. A.J. Lawson, Dip.Tex.lnd. Mr. J. Lewis Mr. W.D. Nelson, B.Juris, LL.B. Mr. L.G.J. Opie, Dip.Civ.Eng., Member Inst. of Eng.(AusL)

There is no doubt that today times are difficult. Newspaper headlines daily remind us of economic gloom and tremendous changes in the educational system. It is just such times that test our loyalty and our commitment to the ideals of our school. As a Council we are always aware of the dedication and enthusiasm of the Principal and Staff of the school as they work to ensure that Morongo has sound courses and a learning and living environment in which every student is able to develop mentally, physically and spiritually. We are justifiably proud of the achievements of our girls who this year have had much success in a wide range of activities.

Mr. N.H. Pettitt, A.R.A.C.I. Mrs. J.A. Wilson, B.A., (Melb.) Grad.Dip.Ed.Counselling (R.M.I.T.) Mr. I.A. Wood, B.Ec.(Melb) Mrs. A. Young. M.B., B.S. SECRETARY: Mr. D.G. Neilson, A.M., F.C.A., A.C.I.S. PRINCIPAL Mrs. Judith M. Watt, B.A.(Melb.), Dip.Ed.(Melb.), Grad.Dip.Curric.Admin., M.A.C.E.

RETIRING COUNCIL MEMBERS Mr. W. Cook Mrs. A. Solomon

We are indebted so often to the hardworking Parents and Friends and appreciate the continuing loyalty and support of the Old Collegians. The establishment of the Morongo Foundation is an expression of our faith in the school and our determination that it must continue to be one of Australia's leading boarding school for girls. It is essential that we are all aware of current educational trends and that we know how to evaluate them and implement what will suit Morongo. Recently Mrs Watt attended a conference for Heads, and members of governing bodies on the pursuit of excellence, efficiency and effectiveness in schools. We know that at Morongo these goals are certainly being achieved. John Robb Chairman of the Morongo School Council

Junior School Staff

Senior School Staff

SCHOOL CAPTAIN'S REPORT

1990 has been a year fraught with change and development. The release of Nelson Mandela has initiated many proposals for alteration to the South African nation and the destruction of the Berlin Wall has been a new milestone in the life of all Germans — East and West. Widespread ramifications have sprung from the conflict in the Middle East while Bush and Gorbachov seem to have gone a long way in resolving the cold war between their countries. Each action has had effects on people on both minor and major scales as all people share in the interaction in the world community. The waves these events incur may make the school of Morongo seem insignificant, yet a stone dropped into a pool — be it ever so shallow, creates ripples. In a similar sense Morongo during its seventy year history has initiated many ripples into the local community and beyond. Students travel to Europe and others come into the school for brief periods. By the nature of the Morongo population we are now an international school and subsequently with each Lucernian or newsletter sent 'home', the ripples extend beyond the school and enter into our homes and the wider community.

School Captain — Kristie Eales

Admittedly, the completion of an assignment, winning of a netball game, participation in a choir or decision made by the Mid Year Committee do not begin waves of national upheaval, yet within the confines of Morongo they are significant. Each student's contribution must ultimately be felt by someone, somewhere, sometime.

Morongo offers many opportunities for the willing participant. As students change, so too do sports, teams, subjects and teachers. Every sport played and each lesson attended gives us knowledge or skills and enables us to reach beyond the boundaries of Morongo. As part of the Morongo community, we do not work in isolation. I would like to thank Year 12 and particularly the prefects for their support and encouragement, especialy the School Vice Captain Vanessa Keleher. With a continual combined effort the waters will never be still nor will stagnation occur.

The pattern made, as ripples merge and grow, enhances life at Morongo and extends wider and wider to encompass the changes the future will bring. Thank you Morongo.

School Vice Captain — Vanessa Keleher

Kristie Eales School Captain

Morongo Student Council 1990

MORONGO STUDENT COUNCIL REPORT

MORONGO STUDENT COUNCIL (1st Semester):

1990 members of the Morongo Student Council, led by Kristie Eales and Vanessa Keleher decided that the main aims of the council should be to improve student life at Morongo and continue to develop communication between all year levels. All girls soon realised that the MSC would only function effectively if girls were willing to become involved and contribute information and suggestions from their year levels. Thus, many girls endeavoured to represent their year as responsibly and as enthusiastically as possible. The MSC was originally developed to operate in conjunction with the Morongo Prefect System, and 1990 was no exception. Communication gaps were bridged. Many issues were raised by girls, and possibly the most important was the suggestion that the MSC should carry out an annual fundraising effort to purchase such items as a video camera, and library books for the school. Of course the swimming pool suggestion was raised again! The MSC continues to be a council for all students of Morongo. Acknowledgement should be given to all representatives for their support every second Wednesday, and of course to Mr Hanan and Mrs Carroll for their enthusiastic and valuable contributions. Vanessa Keleher

SCHOOL PREFECTS (standing) Danielle Entwistle, Leah Gardner, Natalie Morrison, Katrina Appleton. (sitting) Vanessa Keleher, Kristie Eales, Kirsten Bishop. (kneeling) Tara Hoad, Rachel Wells, Louise Turner, Julie Rothacker.

Year 12

Michelle Barrett, Katherina McArthur

Year 11

Jessica Considine. Vicki Hedley. Chloe Plumridge

Year 10

Sarah Bennett, Samantha Campbell, Sally Ettershank

Year 9

Amy Hewitt, Naomi Rankin

Year 8

Sarah. Lamb, Samantha Michalak

(2nd Semester) Year 12

Rowena Kelynack, Trudi Smart

Year 11

Bianca Cranwell, Kirsty Danby, Jennifer Stone

Year 10

Marnie Carroll, Emma Jackman. Narelle Morland

Year 9

Elisah McCallum. Ruth Van Leerdam

Year 8

Katrina Mayall, Prue Waayers

Year 7

Natasha Lindros, Kate Walker

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BOARDING HOUSE REPORT While lying on the beach during the summer holidays may have its advantages, spending time in such a way is not all that it's cracked up to be. To really get some satisfaction out of life, what you need is a year in the Morongo Boarding House. It is one experience in life that can't be equalled. As I lay on the beach at the beginning of this year, I contemplated the months ahead and considered their worth against the many years that will hopefully make up my life. I wondered whether all the worry was necessary for one year out of so many. I am pleased to say that the worry was unnecessary, but the worth of the months that have passed this year has proved far greater than I had expected. The list of places visited by the boarders increased in 1990 and we were lucky enough to go to Lorne, Hanging Rock, the Myer Music Bowl for ice-skating, St Kilda Beach Market and the Melbourne Arts Centre. Other exciting activities included a special day-girls afternoon and open afternoon for the staff when we graciously allowed outsiders to gain some understanding of the boarders' mystical existence. During this year we

Boarding House Captain — Kirsten Bishop 8

Boarding House Captains Back L-R: Meredith Funston (Neilson), Jenny Stone (McPhee) Front L-R: Sheridan Douglas (David), Carly Adler (Hearne)

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also managed to boost the profit margin of Pizza Hut with our not so infrequent pizza nights, and we successfully reached legendary status in certain Melbourne and Ballarat schools after the head-splitting, basspumping extravaganza that was the Boarders' Dance. Jenny, Sheridan, Carly and Meredith showed us what Boarding House House Captains are really made of by providing us with various sporting contests designed to test our ever-present, all-encompassing skill and ability. They also treated us to the annual boarders' birthday feast (similar to the August 1 horses' birthday, but with less hype and more food). After all, there's nothing like food to raise the spirits of 90 hungry boarders. This year has provided all the boarders with times of un, excitement and, at times, despair. However, the main thing that I have discovered over the past nine months is the strength of the Mighty Boarders' spirit. Those not a part of this close knit group can only look on with amazement. Hopefully, the Boarding House will retain its element of spontaneity for years to come. Expect the unexpected!

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Champions

Katrina Appleton Natalie Strijder Claire Wookey Kirsty Bolton Jodie Johnstone Alison Warrior

Year 12 Year 11 Year 10 Year 9 Year 8 Year 7

Runners-up Kristen Blackmore Vicky Hedley Suzie Morrison Tammy Griffiths Prue Waayers Penny Tomes

FINAL HOUSE RESULTS (Overall) 1st: Roslyn equal 2nd: Robb and Lawson 4th: Harris 5th: Ardens 6th: Venters

Inter-House Athletics

This year, after a three year absence, the athletics were once again held on school soil. The beautiful sunny weather matched the enthusiasm of both spectators and competitors. So while some soaked up the sun painted in zinc and oiled in sunscreen others threw, leapt and ran themselves for the glory of their house. Venters came a spectacular first followed by Roslyn, Ardens, Robb, Harris and then Lawson.

ATHLETICS 1990 AGE SECTIONS Senior

Sports Captain — Louise Turner

INTER-HOUSE COMPETITIONS

Intermediate

Inter-House Swimming

As the first of many major events for the years, the swimming sports arrived and most people accelerated from holiday mode into pool fever. In no time at all girls in all houses were buzzing with excitement at the prospect of jumping into their bathers to show off their sleek swimming style.

Junior

Roslyn won the day in an enthusiastic contest followed by Lawson and Robb on equal second, Harris, third, Ardens fourth and Venters coming in last.

Final Placings

6th Lawson

331

5th Robb

3511/2

4th Roslyn

363

3rd Harris

368 1/2

2nd Ardens

520

I st Venters

604

6th Robb

353

5th Lawson

419

4th Venters

4441/2

3rd Ardens

472

2nd Roslyn

487 1/2

1st Harris

536

6th Ardens

3441/2

5th Harris

3661/2

4th Lawson

412

3rd Robb

493

2nd Roslyn

531

1st Venters

537 1/2

6th Lawson

1152

5th Harris

1287

4th Robb

1308

3rd Ardens

13371/2

SWIMMING RESULTS 1990

2nd Roslyn

14931/2

SENIOR

1st Venters

1610

AGE SECTION RESULTS

1st

Lawson

283

2nd

Roslyn

264

3rd

Robb

233

4th

Venters

233

5th

Ardens

224

6th

Harris

216

INTERMEDIATE I st

Roslyn

308

2nd

Venters

248

3rd

Harris

233

4th

Ardens

218

5th

Robb

181

6th

Lawson

147

1st

Roslyn

272

2nd

Robb

249

3rd

Lawson

237

4th

Harris

206

5th

Venters

160

6th

Ardens

156

JUNIOR

Year 12 Year 11 Year 10 Year 9 Year 8 Year 7

Champions

Runners-up

Louise Turner Sarah Reid Nikola McGrath Wendy McCormack Kate Laidlaw Natasha Lindros

Rachel Wells Lucy Mayall Clare Fallaw Marnie Bremner Alison Smedley Naomi Motiti

VOJ .I FXBALL The volleyball competition held between year levels with three sections, juniors, intermediates and seniors proved to be a most exciting lunchtime competition. Spikes and digs improved amazingly over the weeks with teams eagerly seeking to reach the finals.

ROWING REPORT

The cross country was held on the first Wednesday of term three. The sun was shining but the temperature had temporarily hit sub-zero levels,

Look out Grant Kenny! The iron women of the Morongo Boat Club are

however after several kilometres many found the conditions perfect for a

about to hit the water, and we don't need Nutri Grain to win (. . . only Tiny

stroll along the banks of the Barwon. Those who ran all, or most of the

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way must be congratulated on their stamina, fitness and determination.

Indeed with such an attitude, the Morongo rowers certainly made a splash this year. The road to the big event

The Head of Schoolgirls'

Overall Roslyn came first followed by Robb, Ardens, Venters, Harris and Lawson.

Regattas — began with an arduous rowing camp on the Barwon in Junior Placings

January, signifying the beginning of a long program to finely tune and

Senior Placings

strengthen those muscles. Determination and dedication were two

1st

Nikola McGrath

1st

Melissa Styles

factors that were revealed in all five crews early on, becoming stronger as

2nd

Sarah Reid

2nd

Prue Waayers

the season progressed.

3rd

Tara Hoad

3rd

Sarah Lamb

However it was the introduction of the very stylish and streamlined "toot-suits" that became the inspiration behind the Morongo rowers (for many, inspiration to go on a diet!). This new development caused commotion in the fashion world of rowing, and it wasn't long before other schools (namely Wesley) followed "suit". As well as new uniforms, the Boat Club had the privilege of accepting the addition of a new trailer for the boats. Donated by the Chirnside Club, it has already been put togood use. Although many long hours were spent in the gym and on the water training, it wasn't long before the season had "swung through" to the main event — The Head of Schoolgirls Regatta. Throughout the season, a number of competitions, resulting in various degrees of success, had served to prepare each crew both mentally and physically for this event. As the regatta was the last for the season, all girls put in an extraordinary effort. A mention must be made of the 3rd crew who succeeded to the final in which they came fourth. Also, congratulations to all the other crews whose outstanding efforts have proven that Morongo is a force that will have to be reckoned with in future. Thanks must go particularly to Mr Lyne and the AE Chirnside Club, and also to all of the supporters who trudged along to the regattas. Special thanks to all of you wonderful rowers and of course, coaches,

Tennis Team

who dedicated so much time and effort. Remember! Rowers are a race ahead of the rest! To put it simply, rowers are Oarsome! To all of the girls competing in the 90/91 season, and to all the future

Back L-R: Kirsten Bishop, Sarah Reid, Fiona Jackman, Julie Rothacker. Front L-R: Mellissa Phillips, Hannah Lawrence, Jo Cooke, Jane Cameron.

rowers, I wish you the best of luck.

TENNIS REPORT

Rowena Kelynack Allison Lewis

Tennis began in February of Term 1. The matches were organised into a round robin. The schools included Mowbray College, Geelong Grammar, Westbourne Grammar, and Penleigh and Essendon Grammar. All but one match was played here in Geelong at the Centre Court Indoor Tennis Centre, the exception being, when we played Mowbray College at Melton. Overall, Geelong Grammar came first with Morongo finishing third. We were also included in an inter-school round robin held at Toorak College. Unfortunately, this event is rained out annually. It is due to this outstanding downpour that we have never actually finished a tournament there for years.

This was tennis for 1990. We had fun, improved our skills, and the time allowed us to meet students from other schools. Playing on the indoor courts proved very popular, as did the replacement of the usual tunic with

Rowing Firsts L-R: Mr. D. Lyne, Louise Riordan, Vicki Hedley, Carolyn Saleh, Rowena Kelynack (captain), Alison Lewis (vice-captain)

white tennis skirts. Thank you Miss Heeps for your encouragement, support and organisation throughout the season and thank you team for making the year so enjoyable.

BASEBALL REPORT As the first term of the new year began, all budding young baseballers took to the diamond. The strenuous training sessions prepared us all for the round-robins and social matches played against other schools. The most outstanding performance came from the Junior 'A' Baseballers, who shocked our Melbourne opposition, taking out the title with a spectacular display of skills. The seniors who were washed out in Melbourne, tried to uphold their reputation in the staff/students clash. Due to the pressures on our year 12's, we all arrived dressed in our pyjamas and were consequently unable to perform to the best of our ability. A short and sweet season was enjoyed by all participants. We would like to wish you the best of luck for next year and if you want professional guidance, just give us a buzz. Michelle Barrett, Julie Harris Captains

Baseball Team Back L-R: Dione Mauric, Sheridan Douglas, Bianca Cranwell, Danielle Entwistle, Narelle Lentini. Front L-R: Rachel Wells, Julia Harris, Michelle Barrett, Adeline Lim.

NETBALL REPORT Once again twelve Morongo netball teams graced the Kardinia Park courts braving the winter elements. Despite all twelve teams contributing a gallant effort throughout the duration of the season only teams 1, 3, 5, 7, 10, 11 and 12 made it through to the semi-finals. After several tie breakers and thrilling finishes teams, 1, 7 and 10 made it through to the preliminary finals. On Saturday 15th September the grand finals for the netball took place. Team 10 went down in extra time by one goal 21 - 20, but both team 7 and the firsts tasted victory in two decisive wins cheered on by a swarm of Morongo supporters. Special congratulations must go to Sarah Vagg and Wendy McCormack as runner-up best and and fairest, and also to Rowena Lee and Sheridan Harvey who were best and fairest in their grades. On the 4 August, 1 and 8 September, the Morongo sporting enthusiasts rose at some unearthly hour to challenge MLC, MGGGS, Fintona and PLC in a netball round robin. Despite the staff being considerably older and occasionally wiser, the year 12 karate chopping champions were able to break the drought and defeat the staff 15 - 2 in what was a very exciting and adrenalin pumping match. Thanks to all the coaches, Miss Heeps for her support every Saturday and all the other supporters and best of luck to all the netballers for next season.

Senior Netball Team Angela Hetherington, Adeline Lim Captains

Back L-R: Vicki Hedley, Sheridan Douglas, Clare Wookey, Bianca Cranwell, Amanda Leigh. Front L-R: Georgie Vagg, Angela Hetherington (captain), Adeline Lim (captain), Michelle Barrett.

First Hockey 1990 Back L-R: Louise Turner, Sarah Reid, Lucy Mayall, Rowena Kelynack, Dione Mauric, JOlie Rothacker. Front L-R: Kristen Murphy, Fiona Jackman, Julia Harris (captain), Tryphena Bernicke, Kirsty Danby.

HOCKEY REPORT This year, hockey enthusiasts were confronted by a weekly competition at Stead Park. Enthusiasm and dedication was shown by the lsts, as they dominated on the field and reached the finals. The 2nds and 3rds competed against very tough opposition and consequently fought a battle for the wooden spoon.

SWIMMING REPORT Our swimming and diving team, expertly lead by Miss Can, Mr Hutley, Mrs Hill and Mrs Thomas, broke from tradition this year and did not come last in the annual G.P.S.V.S.A. competition at Olympic Pool in Melbourne! The final results were: MGGS MLC Toorak PLC Morongo Geelong College

The 4ths, despite competing against predominantly male opposition, maintained a high standard of determination and aggression which was displayed through the season. Great skill and potential was shown by every team member which is a positive sign for future years. All teams sacrificed a Saturday morning to compete in Round Robin competitions against Melbourne schools. Unfortunately we were unable to match the ability of our opposition.

Kristen Blackmore Swimming Captain

A morbid group of year 12 students took to the field in black for the staff/student hockey match. This match was enjoyed by all, but unfortunately the staff were a fraction better on the day. Congratulations to all hockey players for surviving the long season, especially to the firsts for making it to the preliminary final, although going down to the more experienced Geelong side in a very close 3 -2 score. Best of luck for next year. Julia Harris Captain

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Athletics Team 1990 SPORT SYMBOLS Symbols are awarded for ability, attendance at practice, helping with umpiring or other teams, sportsmanship.

Awarded only once to girls who have been in two A teams in one year.

ATHLETIC SYMBOLS 1989 (Term 4) Sarah Reid Year 10

JUNIOR SPORT AWARD 1989

Louise Turner Year 11

Year 7 Sarah Lamb

BASKETBALL SYMBOLS 1989 (Term 4)

Prue Waayers

Danielle Entwistle Year 11 Year 8 Wendy McCormack (re-award)

CRICKET SYMBOLS 1989 Year 9 Clare Fallaw

Melissa Kellett Year 11

Sally Robbins (re-award)

Louise Turner Year 11

GREEN JUMPERS (Sport) Vicki Hedley Year 10 Sarah Reid Year 10 Julia Harris Year 11

ASSEMBLY — END OF SEMESTER 1, 1990 YEAR 7

Geelong Netball Association Winners L-R: Wendy McCormack, Sheridan Harvey, Sarah Vagg.

Baseball Symbols

Tamsin Crocker

Michelle Barrett

Kate Laidlaw

Sheridan Douglas

Alison Smedley

Julia Harris

Cloth Badges Michelle Barrett

Prue Waayers Rowing Symbols

Fiona Jackman

YEAR 8

Kristen Blackmore

Rowena Kelynack

Janine Facer

Rowena Kelynack

Dione Mauric

Susan Johnston

Allison Lewis

Julie Rothacker

Kristen Murphy

Carolyn Saleh Green Jumper (Sport)

Naomi Rankin Julie Renton Catherine Weijers

Swimming Symbols Rowena Kelynack Katrina Appleton (re- awarur Kristen Blackmore

YEAR 9 Sally Ettershank Diana Taylor

YEAR 10 Louise Riordan Jenny Stone

It has been a great year of sport and congratulations to all sporting legends in maintaining their enthusiasm through the whole year. On behalf of all sports students we'd like to thank the kitchen and ground staff for their provision of much needed refreshments and playable fields, also to all staff for their contributions during sporting events (both on and off the field). Thanks must also go to spectators whose cheering is greatly appreciated. Thank you Mrs Watt for your continual support throughout the year. To the sports staff Miss Heeps and especially Miss Carr thanks for all your suport and assistance for keeping everything flowing smoothly. I encourage you all to participate in as many sports as you can. When everybody takes part and becomes invovled aiming to win, the best can be achieved. Louise Turner Sports Captain

Tennis Symbols Linda Ekstedt Melissa Phillips

MUSIC REPORT 1990

Two memorable performances this year were those given by soprano Kathleen Connell, who is an old collegian, and a young English pianist, Amanda Hurton. The first provided us with some beautiful music by Haydn at the Annual Church Service. Miss Hurton, a very gifted pianist amazed many, particularly when she performed an entire piece covering the whole piano range just with one hand! Morongo's Senior Concert on 24 June, provided many girls of the school with the opportunity to give solo performances. Being entertained by such young talent was a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Twenty-seven performances in all were given by students from senior school, and guest artists of junior school. Some juniors gave startling performances even though they could hardly reach the piano pedal! On Friday 24 August, the House Music competitions were held. This year, they were of the finest quality, and it was extremely difficult for the adjudicators to choose a winner. The scores for each house were very close, but Robb, for the second year in a row, were eventually the overall victors. Roslyn were close behind, followed by Ardens and Harris at equal third, then Lawson and Venters at fifth and sixth. The four weeks of intense and extremely tiring rehearsals were well worth the effort. • My year as Music Captain, has indeed been enjoyable. There have of course been times of hardship created by responsibilities and extra activities undertaken, but these are the times I now realise, when one's character is allowed to strengthen. Thanks must go to the music staff of Morongo, and Mr Hancock in particular, for their constant support during these times. They, and the many budding musicians of Morongo have made my job a pleasure.

Music Captain — Rachel Wells

Music's soul is in rhythm. In music each note belongs to, and moves on to the note that follows it — rhythm never looks back. In a similar fashion, Morongo's music has continued to hold its very high standard this year. It has not looked back at all. In fact new heights have been reached in some areas.

Remember the only way to success and happiness is in your involvement and willingness to give. Morongo's music department offers so much to everybody. Never give up the musical opportunities presented to you, and you will leave Morongo with a complete feeling of satisfaction, and musical experiences to enrich the rest of your life. Rachel Wells Music Captain

The natural beginning to every year in the music rooms is the reformation of our highly reputed senior choir. This year however the middle school choir joined the senior choir, bringing the whole range of senior school together. Choral performances for 1990 have been quite numerous, beginning with the Easter Service, and soon followed by the Morongo Church Service held at St David's. Here, both the senior and junior choirs led the congregation in worship, as well as giving performances throughout the service. The "Godspell" production came next with all its dazzling colours, and wonderful music. A large majority of the choir was able to join the `chorus' for this, and not only were they able to produce an impressive sound, but also thoroughly enjoyed themselves at the same time. Two more performances given by the choir were at the Senior Concert on 24 June, and also at the Salvation Army Red Cross Appeal Service, as the term ended. As term three comes to a close, the senior choir is currently preparing for the V.C.E. option work, speech night performances, and of course the annual end of year Carol Service. The junior school choir has yet to perform in their Annual Concert. The Junior Choir has recently participated in the Junior School Heads' Association of Australia Festival in the Dallas Brooks Hall, Melbourne.

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MUSIC CERTIFICATES (Middle Choristers awarded at end of Year 8) Berilyn Bernicke Laura Hughes Anne Kidman Elisha McCallum Kristen Murphy Catherine Traczyk

MUSIC Music Symbols Jodie-Ann Arklay Bianca Cranwell (re-award) Lucinda Maya

Caroline Millard Natalie Morrison (re-award) Sandra Petty Chloe Plumridge Ann Shoebridge

GREEN JUMPERS (MUSIC) Year 10 Bianca Cranwell Lucinda Mayall

Rachel Wells (re-award) Diana Wu Trudy Zierk

Caroline Millard Sandra Petty Chloe Plumridge Anne Shoebridge Year 11 Kate Russell Trudi Smart

Senior Choir Director — Mr. Kerrin Hancock

School Orchestra Conductor — Mrs W. Galloway

Senior Choir in Performance

Performing at the Senior Concert, 24th June,

DRAMA REPORT "Make love, not war". — No, these are not the words of an out-of-time hippy, but the setting for this year's musical — GODSPELL. Budding actresses zapped their nervous energy into productivity as they relentlessly rehearsed.with all the zest of any 1960's hippy. The cast of 40, including dancers (with a difference), chorus girls (with the most amazing costumes), and principals With booming solos, aspired to great musical heights. The play was presented in May and the laughter and occasional, stray tear of the audience serve as proof of the production's favourable reception. Thanks must go to everyone involved in making Godspell such a success, especially our two directors, Mrs. Deller and Mr. Hancock. It would be unfair not to mention Mrs. Gilson, Mrs. McNair and our Uncle Bob whom we all applaud for keeping us sane throughout the seemingly endless, but most fruitful rehearsals. C Plumridge Year 11

DRAMA Drama Symbols Leah Gardner Tara Hoad Ann Shoebridge Ann Van Leerdam

Green Jumper (Drama) Chloe Plumridge

Debating Team 1990 Back L-R: Kirsty Danby, Kate Stevenson, Trudi Smart, Sandra Petty, Hannah Lawrence. Front L-R: Jenny Stone, Danielle Entwistle, Claire Oataway.

DEBATING AND PUBLIC SPEAKING 1990 After the encouraging achievements of Morongo in the Apex Debating Competition 1989, and our public speaking representation, the debaters and public speakers headed into the year 1990 with enthusiasm to succeed in their various competitions. This year, with Apex, unfortunately, withdrawing their debating competition, we decided to have a Year 10/11 combined team to compete in the Debaters Association of Victoria (DAV) competition. Promptly, we arranged a trial debate and the selected team members, Kirsty Danby, Sandra Petty, Kate Stevenson, Hannah Lawrence and Claire Oataway anxiously began preparations for their first debate. A mixture of nervousness and excitement were present at their debating debut, but nervousness soon declined as the team gained experience. The competition provided valuable training for the DAV team, who, by winning four debates and losing one, found themselves in second place on the B grade DAV ladder in their region. As a result, the team's fine achievements in debating this year should hold them in good stead for their future debating. Well done and I expect the ritual of a celebratory stop-over at McDonalds will continue!!

Prospective debaters for the future were also discovered in this year's outstanding inter-house debating. It was pleasing to see the time and effort the students had put in to make this competition of a very high standard. Roslyn and Venters battled tenaciously in the final and Venters triumphed! I was impressed by the remarkable effort contributed by all debaters who participated and the numerous spectators who supported their houses. Thanks must go to the adjudicators as well as to Mrs. Morrison for her organisation and efficiency. Before I close, I would also like to thank Mrs. Watt for her continued support, the boarding house staff for providing us with meals, Mrs. Morrison's guidance and largely I would thank the students who were dedicated and successful in yet another year of debating and public speaking at Morongo. Our special thanks must also be extended to Mr. Hanan, for his invaluable effort, time, support, research and dedication. I wish the future Morongo debaters and public speakers every success. CAPTAIN OF DEBATING Trudi Smart.

FIRST ASSEMBLY 1990

DEBATING SYMBOLS 1989

Danielle Entwistle strongly represented Morongo in public speaking. Her first competition was Lions Youth of the Year quest. Danielle represented Morongo/Hamlyn Heights Club and displayed her outstanding ability in the club and regional finals to reach the District final. The next competition was the Rostrum Voice of Youth where Danielle Entwistle and Trudi Smart represented Morongo. Danielle went on to the state semi-final. Later, Danielle also competed in the Plain English Speaking Award. She is to be congratulated on her dedication, time, and rewarding results. The valuable experience gained by students in public speaking is remarkably beneficial and I urge every student next year to attempt this challenge. Remember, there is no harm in trying.

Vanessa Keleher Chloe Plumridge Trudi Smart

MERIT CERTIFICATE Danielle Entwistle

DEBATING

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2. Roslyn

Kathryn Stevenson

3. Harris 4. Ardens

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Danielle Entwistle

6. Robb

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Friday, February 16th, saw the induction of Prefects in the Gertrude Pratt Assembly Flail. The new school leaders proudly accepted their badges and became our leaders for 1990.

HOUSE SWIMMING SPORTS At the end of February, excited girls, bedecked in their house colours, went to Norlane Pool for the house swimming sports. House cheers and songs sang out as Roslyn swam to victory.

YEAR 7 CAMP Year 7 set out in a happy mood to Cave Hill Crek anticipating fun on their first school camp. It was a chance to make new friends and see how they could all live together. After we arrived, the rules were explained and we eagerly set off to find our rooms. The free time given meant we played table tennis, talked and had fun. On our first night plays were performed and we had a laugh over some of the actors. The next day was strenuous with archery, newcombe and orienteering sapping our energy. The songs and poems which we wrote and shared were extremely funny and were our night's entertainment. We returned home tired and happy and our thanks were given to our understanding teachers Ms Shields, Mrs Forbes, Mrs Gasperini and Mrs Evans.

YEAR 8 CAMP REPORT On the 5th of March, Year 8 set off for camp at 8.00am with Mr Hutley, Miss South and Miss Molony. We were entertained by the top 40, stopped to have lunch and then later in the afternoon we had a swim, and in groups left for base camp. When we arrived we put up our tents and found out who our group leaders were to be for the next three days. At the camp we enjoyed hiking, canoeing, abseiling, going on an overnight trip and swimming. On the last day we were woken up at 6.00am. We packed and had a two hour walk to the bus. We arrived back at school at 6.00pm. C Fowler Year 8

GODSPELL No-one, could forget "Godspell"

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THE YEAR THAT WAS . . . . . . . . . BOARDERS' DANCE June the 1 st saw the boarders transform the hall into a country scene for their annual dance.

HOUSE ATHLETICS SPORTS The 10th of April was a perfect day for House Athletics Sports on our oval. At the end of the day of great competition Venters took away the Cup.

HOUSE SPORT Throughout the year all houses eagerly participated in both Senior and Junior sport. Our sports pages cover these activities in detail.

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SENIOR MID DANCE Year 11 and 12 girls in their finery stepped out at the Senior mid year dance on June 15th, at the Barwon Civic Centre.

SKI CAMP YEAR 10 It was our last trip up to Falls Creek. Sitting in the bus I reflected on the week forty year 10 students had enjoyed. Tuesday and Wednesday were spent at Mt Buffalo, trying to believe how on earth the two skis were meant to work together. All being professional skiers by Thursday and Friday, we were challenged by Falls Creek. One look around and our heart beats raced but we got the chairlift up to the top and began our great time skiing. Lessons were held on both mountains every day and enjoyed by . . . the instructors mainly. They found it amusing to have all these fluorescent yellow hats with porn pours following them! Each night we were entertained with items from a bush balladist, a disco and a concert. We all enjoyed these activities and the whole camp. Thanks must go to Mrs Owen and all teachers involved. Rachael Eddy

WORK EXPERIENCE The white figures crowded around the operating table, intent on making the first incision. They were the elite and the very best in their field. In the corner, away from the bright glare of the hospital lights, cowers a Year 10 work experience girl. The object of work experience is to bring her out of that corner, but assisting in the most delicate operations. In August this year, many Year 10 girls chose to brave the wilderness of the work force. Their experiences ranged from motor mechanics to graphic design and each experience was, in its own way, a learning experience. It is essential for girls unsure of their futures to try and work in as many different areas as possible. Thank you to Mrs Bremner for her enthusiasm and help. Without her. we could never have been lucky enough to enjoy such a rich variety of career choices. We all had a fantastic time, and even if we didn't find our dream career, we all learned a lot about responsibility and independence. Marnie Carroll

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YEAR 9 CULTURAL EXPERIENCE As part of the 1990 Year 9 Cultural Experience we visited the National Capital, Canberra. This was one of the many highlights of the year. We arrived at Morongo early on Monday 3 September, full of enthusiasm and ready to try a variety of new and different experiences. We visited a number of interesting places including: •

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A highlight of the excursion was visiting the Australian Institute of Sport and swimming in the Olympic Standard Pool. On the final evening everyone put their ice skating skills into action. We would like to thank Miss Carr, Miss Batterbury, Mrs Deller and especially Mrs Gardner for organizing such a wonderful trip. Samantha Willard

SENIOR MUSIC CONCERT On June 24th, the Senior Music Concert was held. The audience was treated to wonderful music emanating from the senior choir, orchestra and soloists. Guests artists from junior school were also part of this delightful Sunday afternoon.

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DROMKEEN VISIT On Friday the 3rd of August Years 6 and 7 set off to Dromkeen, bright and early at 8.30. It was a long and tiring trip. When we arrived a guide showed us the way. We entered a small room and listened to her. She told us about how Dromkeen was established and all the different types of books that are being published. After that we went into a room and sat down. Rachel Jonkin an author told us about the life and work of children's illustrator and author. It was very interesting to learn and see actually how long it takes and all the hard work that goes into illustrating and writing a book. We then made our way into the library and we had a chance to buy a book or just to browse around. It was then back to the bus and we started on our way back home. Penny Bate and Kirsty Harrison Year 7

FOUNDATION DINNER Mr. Bill Dix, Chairman of Qantas was the speaker on 23 August 1990 at the Morongo Foundation Dinner. Guests and members of the Foundation enjoyed a thoroughly entertaining evening. The evening is one of a number of functions which the Morongo Foundation (established in 1989) has undertaken. The Foundation is the key to the school's forward planning and is essential to supplement the school fees in maintaining quality and independence of the college. All parents, friends and old collegians are invited to become members. The Morongo Foundation office is located at the school and the secretary Mrs. Ros. Lawler would be happy to assist with any enquiries.

SOCIAL SERVICE This year at Morongo, Social Service has relied more heavily on the Friday morning collections. This has meant receiving a fairly consistent amount regularly rather than unpredictable variations and has enabled us to support many worthwhile organisations including research into cystic fibrosis, Greenpeace and Concern, a local welfare organisation, as well as supply tubes of eye ointment to third-world countries. Our two special collections for the year were in terms one and three. Our first was the collection of easter eggs for distribution at the Grace McKellar. The people there really appreciated our efforts as we accumulated enough for every patient and staff as well. Our second big effort was to raise $359 for a piece of surgical equipment, an Arturoscope used by the Geelong Hospital during knee surgery. Of course, there were the usual events. Over the Easter holidays everyone sought out their old woollies to keep lost cats and dogs warm during winter. The MS Readathon was entered by several of our younger students as was The World Vision 40 Hour Famine. Red Nose Day, as usual, was very successful.

Patricia Laird (Chairperson of Social Service Committee) selling snowballs to "eager customers".

On behalf of the Social Service Committee I would like to thank everyone who has supported social service and given us new ideas. Above all, a special thanks to Miss Murray who has been the backbone of the committee and the enthusiastic organiser of all appeals. Patricia Laird Chairperson Social Service Committee

THE YEAR THAT WAS • • • • • • • SCIENCE TALENT SEARCH This year the Geelong branch of the Victorian Science Teachers' Association received 171 entries into their Science Talent Search from ten schools. Morongo submitted 109 entries, 69 from the Junior school and 40 from the Senior school. The total number of girls involved from Morongo was 132. 77 Morongo girls received awards. Rebecca Saltmarsh and Simone Mitchell submitted outstanding entries, and we were very pleased to see Simone's Flashing Backpack featured in the Geelong Advertiser, the Age and the Sun newspapers. At the Presentation of Awards evening held in our Auditorium, Morongo talent was very much in evidence, with proud parents and friends filling the seats and lining the walls!

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SCIENCE TALENT SEARCH AWARDS 1990 PRIMARY RESEARCH Exhibition — Rebecca Saltmarsh (Birds of Balyang Sanctuary). Major Awards — Sophie Klopper (Thermometer), Corinna Tsau (Household Materials and water), Alison Evans (Parachutes), Erin Lyne (Left vs Right), Melanie Ransom & Melanie Carlile (Freezing Liquids), Bronwen Evans (Recycling Paper). PRIMARY MODELS Exhibition — Simone Mitchell (The Flashing Back Pack). Major Awards — Catherine Viggers (Periscope), Merryn Phillips (The Catastrophe Machine).

This year the Exhibition of entries was held in our hall and it was pleasing to see so many members of the Morongo community taking advantage of this very convenient location.

PRIMARY GAMES Major Awards — Amy Repp ( A Galactic Adventure), Kate Armstrong (The Circle Game).

Government, Business leaders and the Media have all emphasized the need to increase Australia's expertise in Science and Technology. Morongo, with our strong commitment to Science, is preparing the way for the future.

JUNIOR RESEARCH Major Awards — Noni Korobka (The Ant Farm), Catherine Lucas (Candles), Rebecca Maddern (Whirlybirds), Kellie O'Neill & Phillipa Ritchie (Spheres), Kirsty Trim (Absorption Rates of Garden Surfaces). JUNIOR MODELS Major Awards — Lisa Moodie (Salinity in Victoria), Helen Lonsdale (Lift Pump). INTERMEDIATE GAMES Major Awards — Karen Kirkpatrick (The Body Game).

At the statewide judging of entries the following girls received awards: Noni Korobka, Simone Grace, Nerissa Kamp, Tamsin Crocker, Simone Mitchell, Rebecca Saltmarsh, Alison Evans, Melanie Carlile, Melanie Ransom, Caroline Huddle-Lamb, Penelope Fineh, Sophie Klopper, Georgina Low, Erin Lyne, Amy Repp, Catherine Viggers and Elisabeth Viggers.

JUSTICE EVENING On Thursday, September 6, over 200 people gathered in the auditorium to explore the most difficult concept of "Justice". It brought together teachers, parents, council members, students from St Jospeh's College, Norlane, Geelong and Belmont Secondary Colleges. The night proved to be most interesting and stimulating for all those present. His Honour Judge Eugene Cullity, County Court Judge and Chairman of the Youth Parole Board delivered an outstanding address challenging the audience to examine aspects of justice in our society. He integrated aspects of his extensive legal experience with the novels which have been set. His work with the Parole Board was extremely enlightening and certainly left the audience thinking. The audience then joined with teachers from our school, guests from visiting schools and members of the legal profession to explore issues such as: What is justice? What are its causes? Do we ever achieve it? We were extremely grateful for the time which was given by group leaders.

TOURNAMENT OF MINDS

The Tournament of Minds (TOM) is based on the Odyssey of the Minds which commenced in the U.S.A. in 1978 and was launched in Melbourne by Mr Justice Kirby in 1986.

Morongo entered five teams, two from Junior School and three from the Senior School.

The Victorian Association for Gifted and Talented Children organizes this activity in Victoria and as many as 300 teams from all over the state entered the competition this year.

Four of the Morongo teams elected to solve the Literature problem. The team had to create a tall tale reflecting the life and preoccupations of a twentieth century sub-culture, using the vernacular of that group. The other team decided to solve the Humanities problem. They made a video to assist them present a solution to the traffic problems in their locality.

Morongo has been involved in the Tournament since 1987, and was the only Geelong school represented in the competition. The purpose of TOM is to give students the opportunity to experience the satisfaction of participation in creative problem solving activities, to encourage divergent thinking, stimulate curiosity and a sense of humour and foster a love of learning. This year, the Tournament was held at Monash University over the weekend of the 7-9 September. Each team of seven students, in age divisions, was required to solve a given long-term problem within a six week period and present the solution on Tournament Day, as well as solve an unseen short-term problem at Monash.

The teams were assessed according to team involvement and cooperation in regard to creative and divergent thinking, organisation, efficiency and use of time, originality, problem solving strategies and style. Our teams received high scores for their creativity and were a credit to Morongo. A wonderful contingent of parents came to Monash to support their daughters and the school. All the TOMs were very appreciative.

STUDENT/STAFF MATCHES Many student matches took place over the year. Baseball, hockey, tennis and netball were some of the hard fought contests. Neither side could be twisted to reveal the correct result but the staff certainly held their own!

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On the 5th of June we went on an excursion to the Marine Science Centre with Year 3. On the two hour boat trip we saw `Chinaman's Hut'. We also saw three seals there. The lady on the boat called Debbie talked about interesting things that nobody knew. The Captain's name was Ivan. The name of the boat was 'Kenya'. We say plenty of animals in the sea — we saw seals, fish, crabs, sea anemones, sea horses and a lot more. When we arrived back we all had lunch and went for a play in the park. After we played a few games we went into the Marine Centre. We had a lot of fun with the touch tank.

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• VAMPIRE! A vampire who didn't like gore, Cut his finger on the door. He gave out a ROAR, And every one dashed out the door. Alison Evans Year 3

* YOU'RE IMAGINING THINGS! Haven't you heard The teddy bears play On a dark and windy night By the glow of firelight? Haven't you seen The fairies dance Singing their joyful little songs Playing games and having fun? Haven't you felt Your cuddly toys Pull you out of bed And up into the sky?

• ABOUT ME My hair is short, My eyes are blue. I have a little sister too, She is called Clementine. She has short hair The same as mine. I have a brother He's called Nick, And in his knee He received a kick. I have three other sisters too, I haven't time to tell you about them. Although I would love to. Amy Walker Year 3

If you haven't Your dreams must surely be Poor and sad and tired things Wasting your time asleep? Sally Winckle Year 4

* OUTSIDE The clouds in the sky gave a little cry, The children were playing while it was running, The trees were knowing that the grain was growing, The train passed by and gave a cry, The children had a pain because it started to rain, They all ran in with a grin. Melanie Ransom Year 3

THE GHOST OF WILLIAM BUCKLEY Once long ago, there was a man named William Buckley, who was an escaped convict. He had no home so he lived in a cave behind Buckley Falls. He lived there for many years until something happened, he was killed. A ghost is there now!! He comes out of the cave at the stroke of midnight . . . each night! He goes to every house in Highton and goes back and makes a BIG thick cloud to warn everybody. He is twice as bad on stormy nights if you go there. DO NOT go behind Buckley Falls! Lisa Gill Year 3

GRADES 3 & 4

*HOW THE HORSE GOT A FROG IN ITS HOOF Once upon a time there were only horses on the planet earth. Most of the horses lived in a country called Isle of Horses. There were a lot of rocks and mountains. One day, two stallions had a fight on top of the biggest mountain. There were a lot of frogs there too. When they were rearing up some frogs jumped into their hooves. After a while the frogs died and from that day on, horses have a big lump in their hooves called a frog. Victoria Bennett Year 4

OUT TO SEA

One misty cold morning, my family was walking along the beach. A big pirate ship was coming up to the shore. There were big, ferocious people in the ship. On the ship they had a big treasure chest with glittering jewels in it. I glanced into the treasure, it sparkled. The pirates noticed me and with their swords they came to get us. My family escaped — all except me. I was on the ship getting the treasure. Everybody came with their cameras. FLASH POP WHIZ!

*HOW THE PLATYPUS GOT ITS BILL The platypus got its bill so it could steer properly underwater. They were born with bills too. They use their bills to sniff for food. The platypus makes a burrow with its bill, and its fur comes out all dry. That's why the platypus grows a bill. Emily Maurer Year 3

STARS

Stars are bright and pretty, The sky is cold and dark, 4 And you can go out on the deck and see them, Rob and Joe, Mary and Mark, Stars brighten up the sky.

Kate Nelson Year 4

FANTASY WORLD The skies are blue The grass is green, Fires are hot and ice is cold, Flying horses aren't true here But they are in my mind. There are trees in all parks. And cars in all the streets, But I love my own world. Because it's a world of my own. Catherine Viggers Year 3

Jacqueline Druitt Year 3

TWINKLE, TWINKLE IN THE SKY Cats are sly and some are black, But character is what they lack. They search up high and they search the ground, But cat food can't be found.

I'm a Popstar up high, Everybody up here is cheering, The clouds that don't like me, They're all clearing. Twinkle, twinkle in the sky, I'm a Popstar way up high. Melanie Carlile Year 3

* FLUTE Stop! Stop! Don't put me in that dark hard boot! Aaaahhh! The school bag is coming. HELP!!! No! No! Don't play me and get spit in my chest. Don't stick a hankie down my throat, you're choking me! On, no! She's pressing the "A" note, and it hurts! Not the teacher! She is going to play me! On no! Phew! In the case I go — it's the best place. It is soft and there is lots of room. I love it here. HELP!!! Out again so soon, and she is going to play me. Here I go again . . . . Megan Trim Year 5

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We're behind the curtain, ready to start. Guess who's got the leading part? We get the signal, we're ready to go When suddenly a prop falls on my toe! I let out a scream "Ow my toes are hurtin— Just as the ropes are pulled and up goes the curtain. All of the hall is looking at me I guess my bladder failed and I let out a wee!

Adults Always should Clean their children's rooms, Give us take-away every night, Let me and and my big, fat, ugly brother fight. Let us watch T.V., Never smack us in town, Get up out of their seats on the bus and let us sit down. Feed our pets for us, Change the kitty litter, Never, ever, ever to us be sour and bitter. Give us lollies, Buy us clothes that are cool, Every Saturday at midday take us to the pool. When I grow up Of course I'll change those rules!

Simone Mitchell Year 5

* SHOW AND TELL My teacher said to show and tell. Well, here goes. One day my family went to Lake Mountain My sister stuffed a TicTac up her nose. My mum had to get it out with the tweezers. I love my cat she is ginger and white. She is also very greedy. One day she ripped dad's $5 note. Dad wasn't very impressed. One holiday we went to a waterfall. Dad told us to stand behind it so he could take a photo. He told us we would not get wet but we did. We got saturated. Clare Matson Year 5

Alexandra Galaska Year 6

RIDING ON THE BEACH Going riding on the beach, For the horse and saddle I will reach, The wind is puffing in my face, My hair is blowing as I race, The roar of the sea, The feel of soft sand, As I canter across the land.

* A HOLIDAY TO ANTARCTICA If I went on a holiday to Antarctica I'd stay in an igloo, wear a fur coat and eat fish out of a hole in the ice. I could wear a wetsuit and go swimming with the seals and penguins. Also I might go skiing on the icebergs and surfing AND never go back to school. The polar bears could adopt me and I could teach them English. I would show them how to make electricity and eventually return home. However I wouldn't say good-bye to them but bring then back with me and that's how polar bears could arrive in the Melbourne Zoo. I'd go and visit them every day to teach them English.

The horse's mane flying back in my face, As I ride back to my place, Riding on the beach, Is great, Why don't you try it with a mate?

Emily Simms Year 6 Sarah Mackie Year 5

* FLYING What if you woke up in the morning and you had wings? I would get up and flap them but I wouldn't fly. I thought it was a waste of time having wings and not being able to fly. I went to cut them off but just before I did I flapped them and . . I started to lift off the floor. I flew all around the country. I was in the newspaper and everything. It was so good I was even on T.V. I was really famous. I went home to see Mum. I bought her a new Capri car. Then I woke up. It was only a dream, but it was a great dream. Claire Halfacre Year 6

GRADES 5 & 6

*A RICH PERSON If I were a rich person I'd be eating lasagne all day, I would sleep in a cosy waterbed And feed the cows their hay. I'd lie there drinking lemon squash While my servants hand-fed me, Some of them would think I'm posh They'd come to me and see who's boss! Lisa Kerr Year 5

* IMAGINE We went out to tea My mother and me She acted as silly as silly can be. She danced on the table As fast as she was able Do you want tolnow what I did? I stayed. We went out to tea My mother and me She acted as silly as silly can be. She swam in the soup She went around in a loop Do you want to know what I did? I stayed. We went out to tea My mother and me She acted as silly as silly can be. She spat our her food Now wasn't that rude! Do you want to know what I did? I stayed. We went out to tea My mother and me She acted like a proper a lady. I left.

Image if Martians Arrived in Geelong and Invaded Newtown and Eventually In the middle of the Fight they left? Caroline Renick Year 6

I am a grubby sneaker Your white board turned blue Squeak is my name The black board turned red I have just been for a jog Lollies turned green Give me a wash, I am sweating! Books were blue While you are at it I need And you were green a new pair of shoe laces Wouldn't it be great! by tonight please, Anna Kelly Year 6 We are going DANCING!!! Ve're holidaying again Claire Landers Year 5 Packing is such a pain. "Are you ready mum?" "Just a minute hun."

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Rachel Gunther Year 6

We're off down Peary Street Did anyone remember the meat? Back we go, back home. Out jumps mum. "I'll be back in a minute".

IMAGINE IF * FEROCIOUS FIRE It is frightful and not delightful so beware of the flare. Hot ashes in the sky so be sure you do not die!

Imagine if there were no electricity, Only the sun for light, Imagine also no duplicity, Only truth for sight. Imagine if the world were flat, And gravity was nil, Imagine if the sun went splat, And all our world grew still.

Back she comes and off we go again Through Peary Street. "I've forgotten my shoes." We go back home with a great big groan. Out I pop into the house as quick as a mouse. Back I go with shoes in hand I hop into the car and shut the door with a bang.

My hot ashes in the sky so make sure I never die!

Imagine if imagine if . . . I find the thought so scary, Imagine if imagine if . . . I think I'll play with Mary!

Dad started the car "I forgot my . . . ." Only joking We're not going back home Brring, brring, the phone!!

Kate Armstrong Year 5

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Merryn Phillips Year 6

I am frightful and I'm not delightful so beware of my flare.

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DAVID EVERIST (February 9th) That monkey sticker should be for my dad. He's like a monkey. He's got a hairy stomach!"

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AR D ARDENS HOUSE REPORT 1990 needed instant energy and enthusiasm with the Swimming Sports and Athletic Sports in Term 1. All the beautifully tanned Ardenites, who had' been eagerly training over the summer holidays, dived into the Norlane Pool with grace and style. It was a fabulous day with house spirit running high and our new mascot, Alfonzo encouraging us from beside the pool. Everyone put in their best effort and overall we came a creditable 5th. The Athletic Sports came next, with the excitement that they would be held on the hallowed playing fields of Morongo. After training to get into shape everyone put in their best effort on the day giving us 3rd place overall! Term 2 was busy with our two debating teams polishing up their

Ardens House Captain — Julie Rothacker

arguments for the rounds of lunch time inter-house debating. We started off brilliantly with our Year 10 team (Julie Kirkpatrick, Susan Robins and Fiona Cooke) winning their round. Next came the Year 11 team (Narelle Montgomery, Jenny Stone and Katrina O'Grady) to debate that 'The 1996 Olympic Games should be held in Athens'. Ardens had the affirmative side and debated strongly, but unfortunately the Harris team was too strong.

ENS The cross country was next on the calendar, and followed the mid-year holidays. Everyone enjoyed the scenic run around the Barwon with many Ardenites (K Grundell, J Rothacker, S Lamb, K Kirkpatrick and C Stone) finishing amongst the top ten in their sections, helping Ardens to finish in 3rd place. With our success in the swimming, athletics, debating and cross country we faced the music and drama competitions with high spirits and enthusiasm, having decided on the theme 'Slavery'. All the early morning, lunchtime and afternoon practices paid off on the day as we all sang in tune and remembered our lines. By the end of the day we knew it would be a close finish. Ardens came in 3rd, one point behind Roslyn and two points behind Robb. Thanks must go to Kirsten Bishop for organising all the music and Jane Gibbs, Lindy Ekstedt and Carolyn Kan for directing the drama. At the end of such a memorable and exciting year, I must thank the Year 12's, the house staff and Miss Can for supporting me throughout the year. Good luck to the house captain of 1991 and Ardenites, continue to `seek wisdom'. If the great house spirit is maintained you will always excel. Julie Rothacker Ardens House Captain

HOUSE COLOURS ARDENS HOUSE Year 9 Susan Robins, Half Colours Year 10 Michelle Driscoll, Half Colours Narelle Montgomery, Half Colours Year 11 Kirsten Bishop, Re-award Lindy Ekstedt, Full Colours Julie Rothacker, Full Colours

Harris House Captain — Natalie Morrison

A thunderous hum emanates from a secluded corner of the school. With closer observation one realises that this mesmorising chant is coming from the home of the inconquerable and illusive threat to all other houses within the bounds of Morongo. Yes, this is the legendary and infallible Harris of 1990. We began this year in stupendous style as we swam (in more ways than one), like no other house had ever swum before. From our super human butterflies to our pool ponied senior novelty, we showed the other houses just what we are really made of. With our secret weapon (namely the chicken dance) lurking at poolside, we left our opposition petrified. Our two superwomen in Alison Warrior (Year 7 Champion) and Suzie Morrison (Year 10 Runner-Up) must be congratulated on their simply stunning performances which contributed to a creditable result of fourth placing. Before we had given our opposition time to recover from our spellbounding efforts at the pool, we lurched onto the athletics track with uncontrollable gusto. As we flexed our muscles and massaged the Denco Rub, the usual runners were abandoned for the more threatening and professional (?) looking spikes. The talent from our speedy athletes shone, as red socks dashed before our awestruck opposition. Our magnificent Intermediates showed the onlookers what thoroughbred Harrisites can do, as they blitzed the field to win the Intermediate Cup. Credit must be given to all our champions, namely Sarah Reid (Year 11 Champion), Clare Fallaw (Year 10 Runner-Up) and Wendy McCormack (Year 9 Champion). Without these illustrious ladies, our overall performance of fifth place would not have been possible. This undeniably outstanding house did not stop here. As we ploughed into the depths of second term, so too did our debators into our unwary opposition. As Clare Fallaw, Georgie Vagg and Sarah Bennett (Year 10) argued themselves around a close battle to be narrowly defeated the Year 11 and 12's showed their superiority as Sandra Petty (best speaker) and Cathy Bennett joined me to demolish our opposition's case to achieve a convincing victory. This resulted in a fantastic overall third placing. As first semester drew to a close, yet again we held our heads high! After dedicated hard work (?) the real talent in Harris shone, as we emerged winning the academic achievement and gaining a threatening third placing overall!

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On return from our holiday break, the day we all look forward to so much had arrived. Yes, the cross country. As we took to the Barwon River with vigour and finesse we again caused our opposition to tremble. As the majority of the house just tried to finish in one piece, Sarah Reid (2nd, Seniors), Melissa Styles (1st, Juniors) and Wendy McCormack (4th, Juniors) showed us what good cross country runners are meant to do! Congratulations must go to all who made it to the finish as we achieved a wonderful fifth placing! Before we could catch our breath, our vocal chords were being toned and tuned to the world of "Education". From Nigel (Cathy Bennett) and his "stimulating company" to our diverse cast of staff (including the one and only Miss Byrde!) our production went without a hitch. As our small group sang "To Sir With Love" and our house choir preferred to hit themselves with books we all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. In obtaining equal fourth on the day, a closer examination of points, meant that we in fact achieved third placing! Special thanks must go to our accompanists, our resident composer and all others who helped in our first class victory deserving performance. Congratulations must also go to Fiona Nelson (Year 7) for her outstanding poetry reading. Throughout the year senior and junior sport was held with many exciting and skillful games being played. It should be noted that Harris topped the junior netball ladder and gained second placing on the junior hockey ladder. Well done, as yet again our opposition looked on in envy! )-1ARRIS HOUSE

As third term comes to a conclusion, so too does my role as house captain. I must personally thank all house staff and each and every house member for their continued dedication and support throughout the year. You've all made my year an unforgettable experience that will last forever. All the very best of luck to the new house captain for 1991 an may Harris continue to be the most undeniably fanastic bunch of girls in the school! Take care of the bears, hug them regularly, as I'll always remember you all, now and in the future. Natalie Morrison House Captain. P.S. I'll try and keep those stamps coming!

Year 9 Clare Fallaw, Half Colours Suzie Morrison, Half Colours Georgina Vagg, Half Colours Year 10 Nikola Ashton, Half Colours Sandra Petty. Half Colours Sarah Reid, Full Colours Year 11 Cathy Bennett, Full Colours Melissa Kellett, Re-award Natalie Morrison, Re-award

LAWSON When I was elected Lawson House Captain last year I was in a state of shock until 1 had to organise something, and belive me that was a prompt awakening. I'm sure all the Lawsonites gave a passing thought to what they were in for in 1990! The year began with the swimming sports, and whether it was in the pool swimming or in the stalls cheering the swimmers on, everyone put in a 1009 effort. Special congratulations must go to Natalie Stijder who was U/ 17 Champion and Prue Waayers who was U/13 Runner-Up. Congratulations must also go to all seniors who competed to give us first place in that division. Overall, we came a fantastic equal second with Robb, and of course, our cheering led by the charismatic Annabel was the best to ring from the cover of Norlane Pool. First term was the most hectic, with not only the swimming sports, but also the athletics, on my birthday! What a way to spend the day! Not only did we all get sunburnt faces but had a very enjoyable day. Although we came in sixth, all Lawsonites did extremely well, especially Marnie Bremner, Tamsin Crocker, and Prue Waayers who showed great potential and did very well in their respective events. Yet again our fearless cheerleader Annabel stretched those golden vocal chords for a wonderful noise. By the end of the first term, senior sport had been completed, with everyone putting in a great effort every week. Second term cruised along quite nicely with the juniors displaying their skills on the netball court and the baseball and hockey fields. Throughout the year, each week nearly everyone brought stamps, and the number slowly grew larger. Thanks to Emma Burnett for her continuous contributions and Angela and Krissy for their late nights counting them, I'm sure it was an excuse to get out of homework! Our debating teams put in a great effort, but unfortunately didn't make it to the final. Well done to Patricia Laird for achieving best speaker. The last week of term two caused many a wrinkle on the house captain's face. Trying to decide what theme to do for House Music and Drama Competitions that were to commence the first day back in third term, proved to be one decision I wouldn't like to make again. I spent the holiday worrying about it but also hoping everyone was limbering up and toning those muscles for the infamous cross country. I still haven't decided if third term got off to a good start or not with the cross country the day after we returned from a three week vacation. Nonetheless, Lawsonites piled off the bus eagerly (I hope) to run the 3kms for the juniors and the gruelling 6kms for the seniors. Again congratulations must go to Prue Waayers for coming a close 2nd, well done, and to Fiona Bate and Tamsin Crocker who also ran very well to claim good places. LAWSON HOUSE Year 10 Jodie-Ann Arklay, Half Colours Bianca Cranwell, Full Colours Anne Shoebridge, Half Colours Natalie Strijder, Full Colours Year 11 Leah Gardner, Full Colours Angela Spargo, Full Colours Melinda Stevenson, Full Colours

Then, it was full swing into music and drama practices. It was finally decided that 'Living Together' was the theme. 'When I'm 64' the big group song, 'Ebony and Ivory' the small group song and 'PoorJohn! Poo Jean!' for the play. Rehearsals were fun, tiring, boring, never-ending exasperating, challenging and of course, in the end, fulfilling. I canno thank Bianca enough for the help and support she gave me during this time. It was priceless; she even managed to finally teach me how to conduct. Annabel displayed her drama skills directing our seven able actors to a fine performance. I must also thank Annabel for the suppor she gave me and for her never-ending enthusiasm during those long lunchtime practices. Well, Lawson 'When I'm 64' I'll look back on the monumental effort you all put into this competition. You were all fantastic and it paid off with best House Choir. The fourth place we received does not show how wonderful you all were, but I will always remember. The experiences I have had this year have been truly incredible an have hopefully taught me to be a better person. Every individua Lawsonite contributed something into the house in her own way, and fo that I thank you all. Thank you to my fellow Year 12's who have helpe me tremendously to make this our best year ever, and I must also than Mrs Trigg for her never-ending support and advice, and to all the othe house staff who were always there. Remember, Lawson, never lose th faith . . . in yourselves and in what you can do as a house. I wish you all th very best of luck for next year and don't forget that I am Johnny Depp Leah Gardner Lawson House Ca s tain

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ROBB HOUSE REPORT What makes a House perform effectively? The key to a House functioning effectively is to involve every member, to be concerned for each girl within the House, and to involve all, even in the most embarrassing or unfavourable situations. Throughout the year, Robb House has worked together to achieve extraordinary outcomes. These consequences were obtained not by a handful of girls but by the combined efforts of the entire house. No, it wasn't Lisa Curry and Hayley Lewis but Jodie Johnstone and Kristen Blackmore making their way down the pool like salmon in the ocean. Congratulations to Jodie who claimed individual champion for year eight and also to Kristen for being runner-up champion for year twelve. The consistent volume prize would have to go to Miss South and her cheer leading team. So, 'What do we think of Miss South?' She's alright'. Fashions on the decking would have to go to Mrs Gardner with her purple McDonalds party hat with a close second to Mrs Wong in her blue violet dress. I commendeveryone in Robb House for staying on top of the water and finishing equal second to Lawson. House captains took to the field in tu-tus demonstrating their answer to Swan Lake. The rest of the house 'plie and jete' their way over hurdles and around the track. Robb may need a little more polishing on their turn-out as we didn't receive any individual champion awards. However, I think Carly Adler should be congratulated on her stylish walk and aboriginal throwing ability. Robb's final placing was fourth. So much for my low impact Jane Fonda work out! Despite, a broken foot, Ann Van Leerdam managed to put in a fine performance in the music competitions, along with co-star, sister Ruthless Ruth. Have we another Kylie and Danni Minogue in the making? I think the cry of Freedom will be ringing in Robb House for some time. The judges were quite overcome with our opening dance and choreography. I only wished someone had told me I was supposed to be dancing and not doing Karate. Sorry Sarah, I warned you about high kicks. Well, what can I say Robb House, except you all have E.C.P. This is not a fatal disease but simply enthusiasm, co-operation and participation. This makes a house captain's job so much easier. I cannot explain the fulfilling experience I felt when you all opened your mouths to sing; it was greatly appreciated. You all deserved to win. Wave your liberty caps, and take a bow. The powerful words "This I defend" have been reflected by all, aided by the endless enthusiasm of year 12 girls and house staff. A very special thank you must go to Mr Hanan, for his humour(?) and words of support. Robbites keep up the enthusiasm and house spirit in "91". With much love and appreciation Tara and Rupert. Tara Hoad

Robb House Captain — Tara Hoad

ROBB HOUSE Year 9 Kate Booth, Half Colours Year 10 Carly Adler, Full Colours Ann Van Leerdam, Half Colour Year 1 I Kristen Blackmore, Re-award Tara Hoad, Re-award Rowena Lee, Full colours

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Roslyn House Captain — Katrina Appleton

ROSLYN HOUSE REPORT Roslyn started the year with zest and enthusiasm, ready to meet the first of the many challenges to come in 1990, the Swimming Sports! We proved however, to have been blessed with many dolphins, leading to the first mightly victory for Roslyn and two Champions and a Runnerup. The Champions were — Katrina Appleton, Year 12 and Kirsty Bolton, Year 9. Runner-Up, Penny Tomes, Year 7. It was certainly light blue all the way that day, collecting the Junior and Intermediate section trophies also, and a great House effort. Little did everybody realise that Roslyn's "luck" (as some might say), had only just begun. It was not long after the Swimming, that we dried ourselves off and put on our spikes for the track! We soon found that we not only had brilliant swimmers, but also possessed much previously undiscovered athletic ability — especially in events such as "The Walk!". Despite the heat of the day, injuries and two competitors (conveniently?) missing the 1500m, we finished a very creditable second. Congratulations must go to Rachel Wells and Alison Smedley who both gained Runner-Up in their year levels, and to everyone else who took part.

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Debating was next on the agenda, with six debaters voicing their opinions against the other Houses. Our expertise in this field was soon noted as we charged through to make the final. We came second to Venters in an extremely close contest (. . . a mere half a mark!) By half year we were second in the running total, yet again to Venters.

Sheridan Douglas, Half Colours Year 11 Katrina Appleton, Full Colours Jane Robbins, Full Colours Rachel Wells, Full Colours Fiona Jackman, Full Colours Trudi Smart, Full Colours

Roslynites obviously aware of our position on the "ladder", all participated in the Cross country with great vigour and enthusiasm! Every single member ran AND finished the race. Congratulations to all. We were once again back in form and came out with a terrific first.

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Just as Term 3 began so did those dreaded lunchtime, before and after school practices for the Music and Drama Competitions. Our theme `Grief In The Limelight' starred Al Capone and Eliot Ness and our songs included "Bad, Bad, Al Capone" and "I Am A Rock". Gun shots shocked the audience and, in spite of a small microphone problem, our dazzling performance impressed both the crowd and the judges and gained us second place, by one point, to Robb. Special thanks to Rachel for all her assistance and to Trudi our magnificent pianist. All those practices were certainly worth all the effort in the end. Roslyn's fantastic overall performance was topped off by the spellbinding — although sometimes tedious — business of collecting used postage stamps. Our total for the year was in excess of 50,000. Well done! Roslyn has had an amazing year. Congratulations and thanks to everyone. To the new captain, I wish the best of luck, and the best of fun. Keep Roslyn at the top — where we belong! • K. Appleton

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AIMS: 1. To participate for enjoyment, rather than victory. 2. But when successful . . No Victory Without Effort! 3. To indulge oneself until bloated at house parties. HYPOTHESIS: Outstanding success in all fields, with variations in different areas, stemming from the overwhelming spirit. Participation will be at a maximum level, through willingness and desire to succeed. FINDINGS AND ANALYSIS: As with any developed flower, the budding began early in the year, heralding enthusiasm and potential, which progressed and grew through the year, until its eventual blossoming in August. (Only a few days before spring). THE EFFECTS OF WATER: When sprinkled with only an inkling of water, the effect is likened to that of Potassium and Copper Ions — no reaction. Basically, the chemistry just wasn't there on the day of our swimming sports, although the competitiveness and enthusiasm was. A few formulas did succeed, that of Claire "Wowser" Wookey and Vicky "The hero" Hedley, who whipped the opposition into a frenzy with their trademark tactics. Although the Underwater Throne was retained by the Roslyn water babies, Venters mighty effort of staying afloat was extremely commendable, combined with the new cheer squad banners. THE EFFECTS OF MUSCULAR DEVELOPMENT: Give a Venterite sunlight, a pair of Reeboks, and the remainder of the house to cheer her on, and you've got what sodium and water gives you — an explosive —reaction! That's right, we were really hot, a formula of catastrophic proportions, unable to be reckoned with by the opposition. Venterites were attracted by the magnetic forces of the field, founding the ability to run, jump and move with prowess. Successful individuals were the following: Champ. — Natasha "Landmark" Lindros, R/U Naomi "The Mauler" Motiti, Champ. — Kate "Catastrophic" Laidlaw, Champ. — Nikola "Macca" McGrath, Champ. — Lucy "Lanky" Mayall, Champ. — Louise "Tip Top" Turner. Every girls in the house deserves congratulating on an indescribable effort to gain our back-to-back premiership! The event we love to hate, the cross-country, was again executed in the utmost grace, as observed in 1st placed senior Nikola "Macca" McGrath and 6th placed junior Natasha "Landmark" Lindros.

Venters House Captain — Danielle Entwistle EVALUATION AND LIMITATIONS: Debating proved a strength, after our talkative team gained 1st place. House music and drama comps. proved effort doesn't always gain victory. Co-operation by all girls was much appreciated, as was the musical ability of Anne "Uncanny" Kidman, Carolyn "Syncopated" Saleh, and Carolyn "The Minstrel" Millard. CONCLUSIONS: 1990 has been a year of dedicated work and success from everyone involved in Venters. As House Captain, it has been my most memorable and fulfilling year, due to the determination of everyone to participate and to achieve success. This year, what Venters also achieved was a strong sense of unity with each other; something to follow through with in future years. To every girl, all I can say is good luck in 1991 and most of all, thank you. Danielle Entwistle Venters House Ca stain

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I can remember When my dog was a pup, running on the beach chasing sticks. She never had time to rest., But as I grew older so did she, only more quickly. Slower, weaker, she became old and frail. Now she just sleeps, sleeps and eats. She has no life to live. It is hard to block out those happy memories, and face the truth that one day she will rest evermore.

I started to cry as I watched our small red car disappear into the distance. My father's threat had turned into reality; they were going to make me walk all the way home. It was a usual weekend for my family; we would leave home on Friday evening fo the park campgrounds, stay until Sunday afternoon, repack the car and return home.

This weekend I was, on departure from the campgrounds, full of bubbly energy. It was the sort of energy that you can't control; I would laugh and couldn't stop and I would speak so quickly that I couldn't understand myself. The strange thing about this day was that my brother and my sister had the same hyperactivity. Not so strange was that my parents didn't value our mood. The three of us bounced around the car like jumping-beans (as much as jumping-beans can with seat belts on). I was given warnings and plenty of them. "Do you want to get out and walk?" was what my dad said over and over again. It was almost a joke between the children and we would mimic him. This time though, we went too far.

Nerissa Kamp Year 8

BROOMS! On stormy days When the wind is high Tall trees are brooms Sweeping the sky. They swish their branches In buckets of rain, And swash and sweep it Blue again. Amy Leen Year 9

The brakes brought the car to a grinding halt and everyone was suddenly thrown forward, and then just as harshly jerked back. "Out!" dad said fiercely, looking directly at me in his rear vision mirror. The harsh word made my sister move into action. She unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and hopped out, to allow me to have a clear passage. I stepped out of the car and we looked at each other, my sister and I, not knowing what to do or what would happen next. My father didn't require any words. He looked meaningfully at Catherine and she obediently slithered back into the car. No sooner were her feet off the ground than my dad's foot was on the accelerator and the door slammed shut with sudden force. I tried to calm myself. "They'll come back for me. They'll turn around. He'll give me a lecture, and we'll go home in silence." Tears ran down my cheeks as I fell cross legged onto the warm asphalt. I looked up and the car was nothing, but a speck in the distance. Once they had faded into the mirage at the end of the road, I realised that there was no point in crying. There was no one to see me. No one for miles around. I was just wasting energy that I would need for the long walk ahead of me. Slowly, I rose to my feet and wandered along the seemingly endless road, in the direction of home. My bare feet ached from the stoney bitumen and my t-shirt flapped in the cool afternoon breeze.

THE HIDDEN TRUTH Her whine was penetrating, his tolerance low; Frustration led to irritation, irritation to anger. He was sick of complaints, she continued to pester; Provocation led to exasperation, exasperation to rage. Her face showed the fear, his face the wild; Apprehension led to consternation, consternation to terror. She saw his fury, he sensed her weakness; Temptation led to aggression, aggression to pain. He attacked with his fists, her body crumpled; Devastation led to realization, realization to shame. Kirsten Bishop Year 12

My mind wandered, arguing both my parents' and my side of the disagreement. In the end the devil in me won over my thoughts and I started to wonder if I would ever go home. I would show them all and run away. After all, it was their fault. They would be happy that I was gone, I would cause no more trouble and I would wander the country roads until I grew too old, and then I'd die. I'd earn my living by picking up odd jobs on farms and country estates. I wouldn't contact my family again and they would be left in suspense for my return, until they die. I was about to get stuck into some revenge tactics that I could use, when my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a motor in the distance. My eyes darted, from my feet, which I had been closely watching drag along the ground, to the small red speck in the other end of the road. A slow, unintentional smile crept to my face, as I realised that they'd come back for me. Jenny Stone Year 11

A DRIVING MAD EXPERIENCE My friends would come to visit. They had all done it. They had experienced the wonder, excitement and thrill. The parents of these friends had done it, who now regarded it as second nature. In fact, my parents had done it and they did not seem the least bit interested in whether I ever did it or not. But I was concerned. I was missing out on a vital part of life. Within myself, I could feel something churning, tossing and grabbing at the insides of my body. I asked myself, how long can this go on? I had to find someone to do it withme. I could not do this alone. The day came, with it, wind and rain. This was not going to deter me. I was venturing out there and nothing was stopping me. From major highways to suburban roundabouts, I was ready to conquer them all. Well, almost! It stood in the driveway poised and waiting for me. I slipped the key in the door and I cautiously entered. In front of me lay a vast array of technical gadgets, which were not only totally foreign and unfamiliar, but presented not so much as a hint as to their meaning or function. Beside me sat a woman who clearly projected a sense of concern. Why did she have to worry? She had twenty-five years experience behind her. My first option was to move in reverse, only this proved to be fruitless, as my lack of knowledge of pedals and buttons lead to the so-called "experienced one" taking the helm. Her suggested area to initiate the first launch was a backroad in a country town, presumably with a limited population. We had reached our destination and my big change to do it lay ahead of me. The remote sealed asphalt track guided my path directly ahead. After fixing the sunshine-yellow square to the front and rear, we exchanged seats. I started the engine. My clutch was depressed with vigour and first gear was engaged. I placed my foot on the accelerator. The "experienced one" warned me to do it gently. Somehow I didn't quite catch this advice, as we were suddenly lurched forward in successive halts. I think I did something wrong! I absently gazed out of the window in innocence, as the now intolerable "experienced one" expressed her thoughts in the form of a frenzy! On one side of our path, a well worn paddock skirted us. It probably held several hundred sheep, all of whose heads were fiercely focused on my attempt to commute, and the "experienced one's" depressed state. In the opposite paddock to the sheep, four farm boys were yabbying. They appeared to have abandoned their fishing to opt for the promise of hilarious entertainment which they were about to view. They weren't to be disappointed. Half an hour later and following four lectures, I had moved a little less than ten metres. I started again. This time I did move, but not before a cloud of blue smoke had engulfed the car, and the "experienced one" had exchanged a series of heated words. Suddenly it hit me. The whole exhilerating and stimulating experience. I was actually doing it. I was driving! Through my windscreen I could see a fast approaching hill. I took it in second gear as I reached the summit and cruised down the other side. The experienced one" warned to slow down, which I did. She then instructed me to pull over and start again. I deduced she must have approved of my moves, so I repeated the process. After repeating this five times, the whole experience did seem a little tedious. It was only when I saw a fast approaching car on the horizon that I became aware of the situation. There was I, the "experienced one", our car, the sheep, the yabbiers and now to my horror, another vehicle on the road! What was Ito do? I took the option of the ditch, as I swerved off the side of the road.

Following my sudden stop, the "experienced one" ordered me out of the driver seat. The sheep were now bleating and the yabbiers laughing. I had had enough for one day. On arrival home, after a speechless journey, the "experienced one" clambered through the house in desperate search of a relaxant, namely a cup of tea. Together we slumped, as I reluctantly admitted, that maybe the "experienced one" was right: I had a long way to go before I tackle a set of traffic lights! Natalie Morrison Year 12

THE STORM The day has ended and the sun has set, The moon has risen from behind the hill, The night is silent except for a cricket, An owl hoots from the dark branch of a wattle. Lightning flashes across the sky, Closely followed by a rumble of thunder. Rain falls from the darkness above, And a stray cat runs for cover. The rain slows down its pace, All the thunder and lightning has cleared. The stray cat comes from its hiding place, The sound of the owl and cricket break the peace. Katie Mayall Year 8

MRS FIGGTREE The woman I most admire is Mrs Figtree. She is a tramp who wanders King Cross. The one thing that really impresses me is that she has no home and very few family members still living. As a matter of fact her only earthly possession is an old jeep which she wheels from bin to bin, picking out old junk and food. Her favourite stop is outside the back of Chinatown. She always finds plenty of scraps there. Yet this poor old lady is never cold, wet or hungry. I have often wondered what she is thinking and what does she know? Is she fatigued with modern living standards? Is she bored with her life being humdrum? Mrs Figtree is my Grandma and I am a Street Child too, but she is the Queen of the Brotherhood bin. Cathy Lucas Year 7

BENEATH THE CALM The smell of dry seaweed grew stronger and the wind seemed to regain its strength. The summer sun's harsh rays penetrated the two footweary boys. It had been Scott's idea for them to go snorkling today but he had not counted on the weather being so oppressive.

The two boys lifted their heads out of the water, returning to reality. The tide was beginning to come in. Scott swam to the edge of the ancient rock and pulled himself out of the water and onto the rock. Tim swam unwillingly towards it. "Come on Tim" Scott said impatiently. "Let's go home!" Tim looked at Scott with no intention of moving. "We'll come back tomorrow?" Scott said hoping for a response. With that Tim pulled himself onto the rock. They both began to climb the rock towards the beach. "You promise Scott?" Tim said uncertainly. "I promise," Scott said with a nod of his head. With that the two boys scampered off the rock and onto the beach, ready for the long walk home. Fiona Gibb Year 10

Sounds of waves crashing against the shore grew louder as the boys stepped on to the scorching hot sand. They sat down to rest. "Gee! That's a long walk from your place," Tim said innocently. "Nah, that was noth'n," Scott said with superiority. "You should try walk'n from old Perkin's place to the Kent's farm!" Scott looked at Tim through the corner of his eye. Tim was a very timid looking boy Scott thought. He had short, mousy, brown hair that was neatly parted in the middle of his odd shaped head. His body was scrawny looking, not unlike a scarecrow, long, bony and thin was the way to describe this fragile boy. Scott felt pity for him and hoped that one day Tim would have a body like his. Scott was a well bronzed, robust looking boy. His straw coloured hair hung loosely over his evenly proportioned face. He was simply bursting with energy. The boys took a good look around. The beach was deserted. The tide was going out and small rockpools stood out from the miles and miles of bright white sand, still wet with the touch of the sea. A mighty weatherbeaten rock stood steadfast in the middle of the inlet, close to the shore, unchanged by time. The fury of the sea licked the sides of the rock and sprays of water were propelled high up into the air, only to come down as small droplets, not unlike the rain. The sea's anger seemed to die and a new stillness was being created. There was silence. Both boys, perspiring from the heat looked with eyes squinted from the brightness of the sun at the rock. "See that rock over there?" Scott said as he pointed one of his dirty little fingers towards the rock. "That's where we're gonna snorkel from." Tim nodded his head in agreement. The boys stood up and shook the fine grains of sand off their scrawny bodies. "Let's go!" Scott shouted. Both boys, equipped with snorkel mask and flippers in their hands walked slowly towards the rock. The sand grew cool underfoot and before long, wet, leaving imprints of small feet behind. Rockpools now replaced the sand and the boys walked gingerly over the slippery, seaweed covered rocks. The boys, now ankle deep in water darted towards the rock. Birds fled the mighty rock as the boys began to climb it, flying high up into the cloudless sky. Once the boys had reached the other side, they put their snorkels and flippers on. Scott dived into the water with grace and showed no fear. Tim sat on the edge of the rock and looked into the clear water. He had never been snorkeling before and had a sense of insecurity. He took a deep breath and slipped in the water without making a sound. It was as if Tim had stepped into a different world. Long arms of sea week in vibrant shades of green and red swayed gently to the rhythm of the waves above. Fish swam in schools around him in all shapes and sizes, taking a closer look at this strange intruder. Coral sat attached to rocks in large amounts and became brittle as Tim touched it. Scott came into Tim's view. Tim's only touch with reality. He ignored his friend and kept on swimming in, out and around the coral creations. What seemed like minutes had really been hours and before long, a slight chill could be felt in the water.

ME AND MY WORLD Walking through the open doors, I could almost taste the richness of love and divine faith in the air. I was a familiar name to those who approached, but to me, these people were strangers. My Nanna introduced me to each friendly face with such pride that I almost felt guilty. I did not belong to this place of worship. I didn't belong to any, nevertheless, I was there. Decidedly open-minded to their ideas, I walked to my seat beside Mrs Jeffreys whom I was to help in the Sunday School that morning. The church was newly renovated and to me lacked authenticity. My experience of churches, although minimal, had grasped some significance in my memory. The dark finish of the pew beneath me was untouched as was the powdery blue carpet. These to me were unfamiliar furnishings when compared to the polished floors fleeting through my mind, but a necesary adjustment to modern religion. Three white candles in the centre of the church shone one by one as the minister's touch flowed peacefully from each burning wick. His voice wavered uncertainly from each note of praise, this mellow wail together with the flickering light, entrancing the whole congregation. A change in his tone caused more than a hundred eyes to blink, mine included. The minister's pure voice asked us to turn our attention to the stained glass windows, centering on the goodness and power of light. 'The Lord shines everywhere, you too can radiate,' he said. The 't' sound echoed above the bowed heads, subsiding gently into silence. The quiet was broken by an instruction that both confused and embarrassed me. 'Now I would ask you to greet and welcome one another'. I watched almost in disbelief as people rose to shake hands and exchange words of goodwill with those around them. I felt then, completely out of tune with the congregation. I had broken from the hypnosis. The minister's pure voice held their thinking like a control for a battery operated toy. God, like a battery gave the people energy as they walked mechanically around the church, repeating the programmed words 'Peace be with you'. Firm hands resting on my own tried to pass on their faith, but my misunderstanding prevented penetration. I respected their ways, but knew that my world only really existed beyond those walls. Lindy Eksted Year 12

METAMORPHOSIS

THE DEVIL IN ME

She stood enshrouded in the darkness. In a dramatic gesture, she raised one gnarled, ancient finger to the heavens. Lightning flew across the night, fire screeching through a void of darkness. Blackened clouds rolled relentlessly across the sky, and the thunder echoed through the hills. She smiled, a malicious, self-satisfied grimace, and settled herself to watch the terror swirl like a mist and evil encase the world.

Huddled in the corner of my bedroom flat, I escaped reality. Shaking, was the way my body reacted as I sat and stared at the virgin-white wall. Pure I was not. My hair, the colour of the wall, fell over one side of my face helping me to hide. In the corner, I couldn't move away, I sat and looked at the evidence lying all around me. Bottles, empty bottles lay alongside empty glasses. This was someone else here. Someone else

The boy, she didn't know his name, or care to know it, approached her cautiously. She nodded her acknowledgement and he spoke, "I know you are wise, and very powerful, but why, why do you torment the world like this?" She glanced at the valley below her, and thought of all she would achieve tonight. "Human life is merely a petition against universal death, Boy. People don't care to look around so immersed are they in their own precious lives. They cling feverishly to childish hopes and dreams, but they can never see past the boundaries of their own soul. The souls will burn, Boy, remember that. You have chosen wisely, with me you shall witness the destruction of this game, for there are no winners anymore, only degrees of losing". The boy merely shrugged, but his human heart wept as he watched the sky open above them. The clouds exploded into flames, and the first screams of terror echoed in the valley below. He knew it would envelop them all, take the innocent children who had seen so little of the world, and take the others who had seen so much that their hearts, now cold and dark, recoiled with fear in the presence of love and beauty. He cried a solitary tear for a race beginning a march towards the unknown darkness and evil of death. Hastily, he adjusted his face to its customary expressionless mask as his teacher began to speak again. Even in the twilight of their existence, their own pathetic morality didn't frighten them. In their ignorance, they failed to notice their future cradled in a dying womb. Everyone of them was conscious only of the importance of self. They will suffer, Boy, but it is they who brought the suffering upon themselves. Soon, the old order will crumble and, in time, the earth will cleanse itself. Eventually, civilisation will rise again, but its people will have hearts filled with awe at the beauty and love in the world. Boy, your immortality assures you that you will witness the birth of peace. You will watch the seeds of hope spread on the wind of love. The new people will appreciate the gift of life, and those who came before them will be forgotten. They will fade into the darkness with ignorance and fear, a lingering memory in the minds of the gods and the immortal. All will be well, Boy!" All will be well."

trapped inside my body. This time I knew I had gone too far. Picking up an empty bottle, I threw it against the wall only to hear its smashing sound. The baby, my baby, was lying in his room. He was too silent. There was something seriously wrong. I couldn't and wouldn't look in on him. I left him lying there wondering if the last strike was too hard. He was only young and fragile and yet I beat him like I would a man. I blame myself but I know someone else really did it. There was nothing that could be done now. I was to enjoy the peace and tranquility while my child had finally stopped crying. I was a good mother. I fed and clothed my son. You couldn't call him neglected, not my son. Sure I hit him when he cried, didn't all mums? My parents hit me all the time, it was the way it happened. This time I knew I hit him too hard. The splitting and shattering of bones echoed in my head. Surely he would be crying if he was in pain. The silence soon started to worry me. Still I wouldn't check on him. The voice inside me kept saying to leave him, that he didn't need any love or attention. I listened to the voice and ignored my motherly instincts. I was two people. Two people that clashed and fought. There was no room for comparison. We were both two very forceful characters. Maybe there was help I could receive, to help me and my problem. No other mothers needed help so why should I. I started to clear the mess which was everywhere. I did this avoiding the nursery. I picked up one of the many toys that lay around and held it tight. Feeling one tear fall down my cheek, I brushed it away quickly. I threw the toy to the ground and ran into the nursery, to see a babe sleeping soundly. Bruised he was, but these were the last bruises ever, to mark his perfection. I was going to change. There was one more chance waiting around the corner. My last chance. Now I was one person it was the only chance I needed. Natalie Kuchenmeister Year 12

YESTERDAY'S THOUGHTS ARE TODAY'S MEMORIES

Marnie Carroll Year 10

A SPECIAL WOMAN The woman I most admire is my mum. She is the greatest mum a k could have — sometimes! She is loving, caring and understanding; bt boy! Can she use a wooden spoon? That's only if you break her best va: and say the cat did it! I love her like no other woman in the world. Helen Lonsdale Year 7

I can still remember you all crystal and clear, although I do not dare to let you disappear. You've been my friend, and it'll be forever although you've gone. I dare not shiver. Our friendship was one of a kind with thoughts and memories that I dare not leave behind. When I think of you, I remember what we shared and most of all how you really cared. Olivia Millman Year 9

AFTER THE STORM

THE SEA

It had been three continuous days of constant rain, but slowly and gently the droplets were subsiders as the sun emerged, warm and golden, behind the clouds. The stifling cold was being threatened.

The squawking of the hungry birds filled the air as they came close to shore in search of small fish for their early morning feast. The birds swoop and dodge the white foaming waves and swells of the grey water. They appear to be merrily dancing in the fresh crisp atmosphere.

The landscape looked truly exhausted. The deep gorges of eucalypt bush now hung ivy and lirp. The lush green coating of its every leaf swayed gently in the crisp, light breeze as if trying to share every last water droplet off. The once dry, throaty appearance of the tree trunks now adhered to a rich, chocolate brown colour — and contentedly, the sun beamed stronger. As if covered in an enormous spider-web, the surface of the ranges twinkled silver as hundreds of small tributaries flowed, releasing the vast volumes of scattered water. To one leading outlet, the water escaped, eventually cascading through the landscape at a speed of almost desperate release. Pools of glistening, fresh water everywhere were submitting themselves to the atmosphere, rendering themselves helpless as the sun became louder. From the rich, pulpy earth was springing new life. The immense pressure of the rain had previously prevented the fresh growth, young grass and flowering shoots to surface. At this, the sun smiled proudly.

I can see a distant rock, standing all along in the raging sea of fury. It was once part of our ancient land which had been left years ago, broken off by the harsh waters of our seas never to be reunited with our mainland again. This makes us wonder how big our land was originally. It makes us wonder how much previous land has broken and slowly disappeared. The fiery winds aggravates the water causing a fresh light spray of water particles to linger in the clean salty air. The sea breeze is blowing my hair and I can taste the harsh flavour of the sea on my dry lips. It is a taste of natural beauty. Deep blue is all the eye can see for miles around. Deep blue highlighted with white froth. Kathryn Grundell Year 10

MY PADDLE

Finally, animals were taking advantage of the clean, fresh bush and emerged gleefully from their retreats, to be enveloped by the cool air, the towering gums, to tread on the soft, kind earth and to delight from the fruits of the labourious downpour.

Tonight was different. It had a sharp edged eeriness about it like in the set for a horror film. The mist curled around me like the smoke out of grandfather's pipe. A shiver went up my spine and my cheeks turned bright pink as the sheer iciness of the river enveloped me.

Magnificent and intense, the sun shone brilliantly on her cold, tired earth, shedding her heat and absorbing all moisture. She would not see another storm for a long time.

As I paddle around the bend, a blinding force strikes me. The moon, being the only clear thing on this sea of stillness with its reflection, so bright, creates a startling effect. The croaks from the frogs in the riverbank start off with crisp, light, staccatos, then as the orchestra is getting bigger the symphony created comes to a forte then dies away again.

Cathy Bennett Year 12

KEYS KEYS are for lockers, And KEYS are for doors, And KEYS are for babies to play with. KEYS start cars, And unlock bars, KEYS open hearts. KEYS can give us a start. Melanie McRae Year 7

WAVES The power lifted the waves, They clung in the air Hanging. Then, they fell with a powerful jolt, And back into the sea They crashed.

An occasional chilled breeze blows through, and disturbs the peace. The small reeds on the bank delicately touch the surface of the water sending off tiny ripples and I can hear the trees quietly whispering secrets about the old river. This place seems timeless. It is so dull yet so excitingly beautiful, with all of the greys, blues, and dark purples of the shadows reflecting the dead of night. In contrast to this, is the big, beautifully bright full moon. This was a place where you could feel at peace with the whole world, and forget any of your worries and anxieties you might have brought with you. Yet at the same time it could shake you to your very roots with fear. The huge trees, hundreds of years old, border the river, seeming to cut the bend off from the real world and civilization. I can almost smell the spirits from a long time past in this eerily lovely place. Sally Ettershank Year 10

MORONGO

The monotony continuing Day in, day out. They are, flung, high into the night Moaning in pain as they bleed from their heights, But they fight to survive And surrender nothing.

At Morongo I have learnt a lot, Through all the good times and the ones that were not, I've worked very hard and enjoyed my studies, I've played very hard and made many buddies, I've always enjoyed my hockey the best, Even though, I always needed a rest.

Jodie Eales Year 8

Naomi Motiti Year 7

POEM

PLATO THE BUTTERFLY

Being lost is not so great, Because you don't have any mates, You don't even know where to go, Especially if you have no dough.

As an infant one accepts one's surroundings without question. To a caterpillar, everything is green. The colour represents normality. It now seems daunting to envision a hundred or so eggs huddled on the underside of a leaf about to hatch into a world of which they have no knowledge. Then it did not. It was home. It sheltered us somewhat from the perils that were, but also from the resplendence that was, in the world at large.

Being lost is really bad, You end up being very sad, There is no t.v., or entertainment, I miss my dog, his name is Kent. Kent was my best, best friend, I probably won't see him ever again. I hate being lost right out here, I hope home is close or near.

As children we were taught by experience and told by instinct. How quickly one learns the art of survival when one's brother is eaten by a hungry bird and yet another plucked from a nearby leaf by the owner of the bush, and trodden underfoot. I remained in what I had come to know as the comparative safety of my bush until instinct told me that it was time for things to change.

Being lost is the worst thing, I'd rather be in a choir and sing, Being lost, I feel alone, Please, please, please take me home.

My life became one of complete darkness. Inside my cocoon I spent long hours thinking — analysing my past, wondering what the future would bring. I was lonely. I thought of what was outside, how I had taken it all for granted. So much had gone unnoticed.

Jodi Johnstone Year 7

In the early stages of my asylum I grew bitter and cynical. Enveloping black was conducive to such states. I went blindly through my adolescence — knowing not where I was going nor indeed from where I had come. I tried to keep in touch with reality but all I had was memories. All I had ever known was a small, comfortable leafy bush. I knew my life would be different when I escaped the bounds of the darkness for I had discovered ambition. My body grew, at times I felt surges of energy previously unknown to me until the day I discovered true living.

MOONLIT MIST The moon was full. The rays shone through the mist, glittering eerily on the still water, and the trees stood black and still, unconscious of their beauty. Furry branches were silhouetted against the bright, sparkling mist behind them, each streak of moonlight lighting up the droplets of water vapour which hung, suspended, in the cool air. Water dripped from the still branches to the water below with regular precision. Only the flick of a fish tail as its owner kept out of the water could break the rhythm. Rushes lined the banks, as fragile and delicate as a spiders web in the constant glow. Trees stood stark against the sky, silent giants, trapped in a world of their own. A baby bird balanced somewhat precariously on a branch, gazing down the river, waiting. There was a hush of expectation. Then it came. A barge drifted slowly. One lone man stood at its bow, pushing the vessel along with a poise and balance that could only be achieved with practice. The barge moved on. For a moment he was blinded, one moment only, as the white light caressed him and then reluctantly passed over. Slight ripples emanated from the craft; disturbing the perfect reflections found beneath the cold, chill surface. Then, once again, the ripples were still. The lap of water was silent, nothing moved, nothing changed. Only a slight ripple radiating out in the middle of the river betrayed a disturbance under the water. Maybe it was a hungry water snake, ready for the kill. Who can say? In the next instant, all was still. It was as if it had never been. Mist crept forward once more, and the moon shone forth with greater force, defying the memory of an insolent barge which dared to disturb the peace. The baby bird buried his head in his feathers and fell asleep. Nothing could disturb the tranquility permanently. Emma Jackman Year 10

I have poignant memories of my first image of the world into which I was reborn. It was the same bush, familiar green, that made me comfortable. But beyond were the colours I had never known. The dew sparkling silver on the opening hibiscus in the first light of the morning. Vivid reds and yellows, soft pink hues of the roses made my soul rejoice. Bees industrious amongst the purple, swz: -smelling lavender. I noticed the children. They approached me but I was not frightened as I would have been previously — their faces did not display malicious intent as they did to a caterpillar but fascination and awe of a magnificent butterfly. I saw beyond the children their parents trying in vain to recapture the joys of youth. I realised then how fortunate I had been. People lead such complicated lives that they wish to escape by going backwards. The darkness and cycicism they meet in adolescence remains with them throughout life. The only pleasure they have met came in their childhood where they had no worries or pressures from business, familiarity in their surrounds and no resentment influencing their behaviour. In order to evade black, many become trapped in the green. If only I could tell them to let go, how to find true happiness in life. But I cannot. I can only fly past in my limitless almost perfect world and watch those around me living permanently in a cocoon. The world does not change, those in it do. It is up to every individual to escape the cocoon, leave behind the familiarity, sprout wings and live — or remain suppressed, and die. Patricia Laird Year 12

The tiny black face looked up with bright eyes pleading for a roof over his head and food in his mouth. The tired owner of the cottage looked at the frozen face and gave in. The cat thankfully trotted into the warmth and rested on the floppy arm chair. Jenni Opie Year 8

THE WILD, DARK MOORS

DO WE EVER REALLY GROW OLD?

She was a wild little thing. Running across the moor barefooted, she could sense rain was nearby. It was close to darkness and the clouds loomed above her. It was terrifying on the moors at night. Unknown bogs and marshes have taken people's lives on nights like this. Unless you knew your way across the moors, you might never be seen again.

Carefully I lower myself into the steaming bath. As I begin to relax, every tense muscle is eased by the soothing warmth and bubbles that surround me. My mind slips into a subconscious dream, as visions of my grandmother dominate my thoughts. Do we ever really grow old?

On the hilltop, Beth looked down towards the valley. Halfway down the slope nestled on the edge of the moor lay a little cottage — her home. The smoke curled out of the chimney as mother made dinner. A neat border of flowers surrounded the house, and a little path led its way directly to the gate. The cottage was small and kept spotlessly clean. No spiderwebs were seen on the cold white — washed walls. The hearth was swept regularly each day and the kitchen floor mopped until it gleamed in the sun. The rooms were free of dust and dirt. The sounds of the quail and moor birds attracted her. A fresh wind darted through her hair and the smell of the heather excited her as she drew its scent through her nose. Beth could almost live on the moors. Ever since she was a small child she could remember dancing and playing in the tall grasses. Her mother was horrified that she could spend so long outside, and love every minute of it. Mother made her spend at least an hour inside each day, and oh, how long and painful those minutes seemed, sewing and darning until she thought her life would end. A peeping noise in the undergrowth and a flurry of wings drew her attention. Looking down she saw a small brown bird. On noticing her, the bird fluttered its wings to escape but in vain. Its left wing was broken. Beth caught it gently in her cold hands. Gripping firmly around its wings she lay down in the heather, cuddling the bird to her body. The bird was terrified but close to her body it soon fell into a restless sleep. Looking up to the sky she noticed the clouds had darkened. The first drops of rain fell on her face. Nestling the bird close to her warm body she ran swiftly to the cottage. She loved the rain, but concern for the bird made her leave the moors and return home. The rain driving on her back thrust her towards the entrance. There was no answer as she banged on the door. The rain streamed down her neck and plastered her hair to her skin. Beth lent her face against the window, a pale morbid face with two brown almond eyes that flashed in anger. Heaving her body against the door she was flung to the ground cradling the bird in her arms. Scrambling up, she slammed the door shut, closing out the wild, dark moors. The fire light flickered against the stark white walls and the smell of disinfectant wafted through the air. Beth felt as though she was not part of this sterile world. Her father sat in his arm chair rigid and stiff looking inattentively out of the paned window. Dashing on the glass the rain was harsh and severe pushing its way inside, to destroy the desolate barrennes of their antiseptic life. Her hair sodden and dripping she trudged upstairs without a word, to her bedroom, where she could escape the white-washed walls which were shutting out her beloved moors. Gently removing her drenched shawl Beth caressed the moor-bird in her arms. The bird healed in a few days. Beth was relieved that she could return it to its rightful home, even though she loved it dearly. Melissa le Breton Year 10

She sits on the verandah, which clambers its way around the old, weatherboard house. As she rocks to and fro, the weakening boards creak below her. A slight breeze whispers past, carrying crinkled, autumn leaves. The sound of her knitting needles is heard clearly in the stillness, click, clack, click, clack. With a flick of her wrist she sends a ball of wool unravelling to her feet. The warm approachable atmosphere brings her grandson to her side. Not a word is spoken between the two, but the love that they have for each other is apparent. A sense of kindness radiates from her soul. Not only is she proud of her grandson, she is proud of herself and her family. She is sophisticated and strict about maintaining the high standard of behaviour she was taught many years ago. She shudders as she thinks of todays modern girls, completely devoid of manners and social poise. Her body has been weathered by years of toil and trouble, her skin has creased with age. Her legs are spindly, her cheeks are sallow, her back is hunched as she suffers from the disease Osteoporosis. Her grey, frizzy hair is entwined in a bun, with strandy wisps framing her haggard face but her eyes still sparkle; they show her memories and her wisdom; her eyes reveal her youth. No, I don't believe we ever really grow old. Of course, physically we are crippled, our skin wrinkles and our appearance suffers, our bodies are weakened and worn from years of constant use. Sometimes we are mentally affected as senility sets in. But these factors are not those by which we judge a person. We judge a person by their personalities, their hearts, and their souls. These attributes never grow old. Clare Fallaw Year 10

BRAVERY! This time he means business, I thought. He fired a shot in the air and snickered, his crooked nose screwing up to meet his black ratty eyes. He held out the gun, pointing it at me. "Are you going to pay me the money? Or do I have to shoot you?" His voice sounded nervous through the tough voice he was putting on. "Don't get me angry", he said. "I'll do it you know, I will". Now he was trying to scare me. I knew this man. I had known him for years. I knew he wouldn't do it. He was a coward. I told him. Oops. A mistake. Now he's angry. Really angry. He fired a shot in the air. And another, and another. He pointed the gun at my right temple. "Ha. Thought you could scare me, ay? Thought I'd chicken out, ay? Well, slick, this time you were wrong." He pulled the trigger. I grit my teeth. I misjudged him. 'Click, click, click'. Oh *? *!? *! I've run out of bullets. Now I acted. I pulled away, grabbed a gun and whacked him on the head, I whacked him again and again until I knew he was dead. I dashed out the door of that smelly bar and out onto the road. Slowing my pace, I straightened my jacket, dusted my tie and walked casually along the road . . . Julie Carlile Year 7FG

MY DEAR GRANDPA Such a lovely village! A small but clear stream runs around that village and all the lives there are dependent on it. Although the soil there is not very fertile and there are few crops from the farms, the people who live there are very happy and peaceful. My childhood years were spent here with my only relative, my grandpa. I do not know when my family moved to this village but I was not born there. My parents died when I was just two and then Grandpa took care of me. We lived in a small hut on a little farm near the stream. Most of the farms in the village were near the stream so the crops could be watered easily. Grandpa was a tall, gentle, thin, pale man, with a slightly bent back. His figure was different from the other farmers in the village who were strong, with dark skin and rude. Grandpa planted some potatoes and peanuts, and I fed our chickens. Grandpa used to say we were lucky to have a house and food to eat. He would talk about the places where there was no food, no house and no life. He came from there and did not want to go back. I was still too little to understand what he said so it was just like he was talking to himself. I usually played with the other children of the village. A favourite place was the little stream, where there were fish, crabs and prawns, and I would catch some to take back home to Grandpa. He did not really like this food but I liked what he would say. "Oh! That's great, Matthew! How do you catch so many?" "You know I am a good fisherman!" I would reply proudly. Grandpa was so kind, patient and perfect that he played different roles in my life. He was the father who restrained me, the mother who told stories and took care of me, the teacher who taught me many interesting novels and poems. He took care of the house and farm very well and I was only a minor assistant to him. He taught me not to be lazy. Every day he woke up very early and he started to make breakfast and pack lunch for me. When I had gone to school, he would water the crops and feed the chickens. Although we had only five chickens, it was good to have an egg nearly every day. He usually asked me to pray to God to thank Him for such lovely eggs. My religious feelings were developed by Grandpa's strong spirit and humbleness before God. He led me in prayer when we had our dinner and before we went to bed. Praying was part of his job. He not only managed our farm but he also helped other farmers in the village. He could read and write well so the other farmers would ask him for help when they received formal letters and needed to reply to them. When Grandpa had some trouble in farming, he would ask the other farmers for help. Grandpa was very friendly to everyone and even though someone once called him "old folly", he was still not angry, and prayed for that person to be good. I felt that was unfair to Grandpa and I even wanted to fight the man but Grandpa stopped me. Actually I was only ten at the time. Grandpa had many story books which were very interesting. Every night he would pick out one and read it to me. Although I could not understand everything I would pretend I could because Grandpa enjoyed reading and it seemed as if he was the author. When he read I felt Grandpa was not only a farmer, he was also a person who was welleducated and even a teacher who taught. He could do more than just farm in a small village. Grandpa died ten years ago and now I am a father of five children. I also own a farm in the village where I lived with Grandpa before although I am a graduate in a degree course in history. I enjoyed the life that I lived with Grandpa. We lived in a simple hut with a small farm in a quiet village

and we worked hard for enough food and peaceful life instead of money and power. I want to trace back our happiness. When ever I farm, I feel like Grandpa is with me and saying "That's great! Matthew, you have done it." Virginia Wong Year 12

POLLUTION I wish there was a solution so we wouldn't have pollution. It really looks bad and makes you feel sad. We should all do our bit and not just sit. It's up to you and me to keep this world free. Alison Smedley Year 8

A MEETING The smell of sunscreen and seawater polluted the beach, so strongly that the seagulls even seemed repulsed, as the hot, smouldering sun burned like a bright glowing topaz, set in a clear sapphire sky. The ocean sparkled as flashes of light reflected off the waves and swayed in total harmony. The seagulls squawked overhead, as people bobbed up and down in the water, while the majority stayed on the shore, covered in greasy suncream and dazzling bathers, that ranged in any size, colour, pattern and shape. The people and atmosphere was charged with excitement and as I gazed down the beach, I noticed a small girl playing in the water, enjoying the waves, that curiously explored the wet sand. The child ran back onto the shore to collect her spade and bucket to guild a castle. She would only have been three years old, with sun streaked hair, tanned skin and aqua eyes that matched the clear, blue ocean. Her mother was sitting poised on a deck chair, reading a Jackie Collins book, either engulfed in her novel or negligent of her daughter. As I turned back, a wave smothered her castle, and a cry of despair escaped, as it slid onto the sand, and once again became figureless. Her mother didn't look up, once. Looking out at the ocean, it was hard to miss the waterskiers, windsurfers, laughing and fighting of the people in the water. As I stood up and started to walk towards the water, the little girl watched my movements. As I submerged myself under the water, the girl seemed drawn towards me, and started talking. Her mother read on, as the girl continued to talk to the water, seaweed, shells and anything else in sight. A wave of sadness swept over me, as I could identify her loneliness with mine. I continued to study her, and as her actions became less inhibited, I saw a mirror image of myself. This child was sensitive and easily hurt, though she radiated confidence. When she smiled, the hidden sadness disappeared, but there was no denial in this child's eyes. I felt that she had seen and lived through too much emotional pain already. As the sun slid lower from view, most people began to leave. The mother started walking off and as the little girl scrambled after her, she turned and waved. The mother's book, lay on top of her basket, ready for her to resume reading when she got home. Kate Meadows Year 11

THE SEA

THE CRAGS

The water crashed with anger And fought against the wind. In what seemed to be an aggressive war of strength and courage within.

March flies buzzed frantically around my legs. I tentatively stepped deeper into the mad, foamy waves that crashed onto the gritty, golden sand, hoping to mislead those persistent flies.

With fierce, sharp whisps from the open air The wind could carry us away To the heavens far above the world Where tranquility and peace were foundations. The vivacious waves screamed violently To the open air above the surface, Whilst white capped swells became reality In this previous world to behold. Tammy Richardson Year 9

THE LOOKING GLASS How she adored to perch herself in front of the dull mahogany frame. Two or three times daily, sometimes for hours on end. She knew they mocked her behind her back. Imitating her, with their shoulders thrown back and stomachs forward. Their feet and arms protruding from their bodies at strange angles. Sometimes they would go as far as wearing their hair like hers; battled into two uneven plaits, fastened with old rubber bands. Her hair was one of the reasons she kept coming back to the mirror. With only her own eyes she could see merely the dull locks of hair in its physical appearance. To them, her hair typified her entire existence. Plain to the point of ugly, and yet impossible to ignore, with no redeeming features other than its own pecuilar wierdness. They would never understand her fixation. They knew nothing of her past, and unlike her, knew nothing of the future. In their mirrors they saw but a reversed reproduction of their everyday looks. They could only focus on the visible spectrum of their faces. How dare she expect of them to comprehend her vision. She was here, now, and she had a responsibility to them. Had she not felt the presence of the evil ones in the dining room, when they were blind. From far within her had come the Shobarn wail, the name becoming instant knowledge. The stirring presence she felt through the mirror had finally expressed itself, thus protecting them. But she received no gratitude. Only in her mirror was she truly recognised, and could she truly recognise herself. She had the gift. The greatest destiny. But she could not be content in her present form. With the talents granted her, she must strive for more control. Only through the lengthly ritual of the mirror could she summon enough power and channel it correctly to escape this restrictive form. This whole restrictive society. The mirror was her source. Daily the message became clearer. 'Come closer', the glass said. Yesterday, her chunky body had been held flush to the smooth, cool surface. Now her body lay wasted. Bleeding slowly in a litter of broken glass. Hundreds of tiny pieces reflecting the last of the evening sun into a mosaic of color on the ceiling.

I stared toward the horizon. How barren and blue I thought! The gentle soft blue of the sky came sliding down around me and then slipped neatly behind the horizon of the silvery dark aqua of the ocean. Whitecapped waves sleekly skimmed across the water seemingly in regiment. Where there was a rip the water went mysteriously murky, churning around like a stomach suffering car sickness. I turned and walked along, the shoreline. Before me, seeming to have risen like a bronzed god out of the sand dunes, rose a humble weathered abalone diver. Confidently striding along the beach he wore nothing but threadbare jeans that hung below his heels. Lanky locks of bleached brown hair clung to the shape of his face and neck. Lean was his rich red-brown body. He walked out onto a platform of jagged rocks that harvest millions of periwinkle shells and green sea slugs. He then strode carefully out to where the tide had gone out. Here long, thick tentacles of clammy, brown seaweed rose out onto the slimy rocks, like the hands of life trying to drag its body out of the deathly depths of the sea. Lurid green and yellow sea moss grew in abundance on the rocks making them look as jolly as a clown's wig. Large rock-pools had formed over hundreds of years on the platform of rock. They were brimming with red, blue, orange and green sea species. They resembled an exotic bathtub from a foreign country. Ann Shoebridge Year 11

SEASONS Swimming Under the shade Melting icecreams Mostly hot Exciting holidays Running water. Autumn Unbearably windy Time for football Unusual leaves Mostly cool Nearing winter. Windy Icy Never hot Terribly cold Everlasting frostbite Rain falls.

Far away, a girl sat alone in her bedroom, just as she sat most days, quietly reading, or drawing mediocre pictures. She suddenly sat up. "Come closer" the evil one called from the mirror . . .

Sprouting vegetables Pretty flowers Rising heat Ice creams New animals Getting warmer.

Hannah Lawrence Year 11

Karen Zeegers and Megan Ford Year 8

THE VISIT It was a bright winter's day with ice stiffening every branch and air like new pressed cider. It was also a quiet morning except for a squirrel chattering and a dog scratching at his locked door. I had been in the mood for sleeping-in but there were so many errands to run, I had to get to the bank, the post office and some other stops. Now, I pressed harder on the accelerator. The basket of brightly wrapped goodies skidded dangerously close to the edge of the seat. Slow down, I said to myself. It's only a short distance up the hill road once you leave the highway. Once a year, our church congregation made cookies and wrapped small glasses of jelly to deliver to the less fortunate. The call assigned to me was Mrs Johnson because she had been my first Sunday school teacher. Out here, beyond the town, was special. Away from the hustle and bustle and the air too, was fresh and invigorating. No wonder Mrs Johnson still wanted to stay in the house where her memories were after her husband, Tom, had died. I pulled up to the gray house where they had lived as sweethearts for sixty years. With the basket in hand, I stepped out onto the treacherous ice. The front steps were wobbly and cracked, but along the front in a window box, flowers were in full bloom. I knocked on the door and waited. Soon, I heard slow, shuffling footsteps and the turning of a key. The door opened a crack and a small, inquiring face peeped out. I was drawn in, enfolded in a hug. For a moment, my childhood memories rolled backward. I remembered the musty church parlor where Mrs Johnson had hugged us children as we straggled in, one by one. "Lina," Mrs Johnson was saying. "I'm glad you came". She led me into the small living room, stuffed with pictures, a huge oversize couch, an antique rocking chair and even a vase overflowing with orchids. She claimed that they kept her company, and talked to them as if they were children. As she chattered, her face lit up with happiness. Most of her friends had died. She said that she didn't go out anymore. She had taken to sleeping on the couch, surrounded by the pictures of her husband and family, right here where she could watch her beloved flowers grow. It had been four years now since they had laid Tom's tired body in the cemetery. Somehow, he still seemed very near. We talked about the way he had loved to share his famous tomatoes and his raspberries and the thick cream from his cow with their friends. "Aren't you afraid here all alone?" I ventured. She shook her head, no. "I'm awfully lonely, but not afraid." Too soon, the alarm clock ticking on the table alerted me that I had only a quarter of an hour to get to the post office. I rose, and took the workworn hands in mine. "I must go now, Mrs Johnson," I said. Helen Johnson's hands wouldn't let go. Hesitantly, she implored me not to go. "Would you have a cup of tea with me? It's so lonesome always sitting at the table by myself. You could sit in Tom's place." Suddenly, the post office seemed unimportant. The need is here, I thought. Slowly, arm in arm, we made our way to the kitchen. Mrs Johnson filled the kettle.

She nodded and told me to look in the pantry. I opened the door of the small closet off the kitchen. There, on the shelf, to my amazement, I saw jars and jars, untouched, still decorated from past baskets. Then, I vaguely remembered a line Mrs Johnson use to tell us children — something about not what we give but what we share? Happily producing a box of crackers, she showed me where to put Tom's chair, right beside hers. I looked at Mrs Johnson, who was now straining the tea, realising that she was one of the few people who had suffered grief and calamity as best she could, which in itself was brave. As she brought the tea, she beamed at me in such a way that I made up my mind to visit her more often. She took my hand and whispered, "Would you say grace? It's so good to eat with someone else." As best I could, I choked a blessing from deep within my heart. When I drove home that day, I felt glad that I had paid Mrs Johnson a visit and had been fortunate enough to know such a fine, courageous lady as herself. I certainly will be looking forward to having tea with her every week from now on. Su-Leng Mak Year 12

THE CONVICT'S LIFE For years I've lived a life of crime A convict heart and soul. A man has to support his wife, but that can take its toll. Port Arthur I was sent to, for stealing loaves of bread. And now live in dungeons dark, and hide my mortal dread. I work at cutting sandstone from sunrise 'til sunset. The blokes in my division almost never have a rest. The guards are cruel and ruthless, in flogging take their pride. When men lie broken, lashed with blood they brighten up their stride. One day I saw a friend shot the guard just smiled a smile. Disgust welled up within me and the shock unleashed was vile. I hit the guard, he reeled, his breath was fading fast. Could I have prevented it, forgiven him his last? No, he'd had it coming One like him deserved it all. I have saved the lives of others. Yet, my life will be no more. But no-one here will miss me I am glad to leave these times, and hope to find a better world where freedom will be mine. Anne Kidman Year 9

"Do you have any crackers?" I asked.

THE GARDEN

THE BARBEQUE

The trees sway back and forth as the powerful, fierce wind smashes

The thin wispy smoke rose tentatively, only to be hurled violently, but

against them, almost uprooting them from the moist ground. The wind is

majestically through the air, .without gaining the confidence to stand

so strong that small, undeveloped trees bend at their feeble trunks and

erect. Red hot flames wickedly tempted the steel plate that had trapped its

almost touch the ground with the highest tip of their branches. There is a

vivacity and brightness. The sinister glowing of the shining and flickering

constant sound of rustling trees which sounds like dried beans being

coals tricked a mesmerized young man.

shaken in a plastic jar. His father stood proud and in control, an observing oracle. His apron I plant my body onto a large rock which lies in the centre of the lawn.

was the tattered result of experience. I watched him closely, as a spider

The rock is uncomfortable, cold and as hard as lead. A clump of large

may watch a fly. His puffed up, red face was trying desperately to portray

storked purple flowers are growing beside this unusually shaped rock.

importance, but to any observer it was obvious that his character held

They continually whip against it, making a noise like a stock whip being

little important to anyone else. His self pride was brimming to

cracked in the distance. Dry, dead leaves scrape down the verandah sounding like a fingernail being scraped down a blackboard. I take a big gulp of air. I inhale the smell of fresh, damp grass and the aroma of perfumed flowers. I turn and gaze into the nearby distance. There lay a gathering of tall withered gum trees. They look ghostly and eerie. The sun is trying to break through from behind the fully-grown trees. It looks very dark and cold in between them. As I gaze deeper and deeper into this haunting space, I notice a movement coming from within.

overflowing, causing him to dance on his toes to contain it. His quick moving, self assured hands showed the confidence in which he operated, but his alienation from the group implied that his confidence in others was poor. He lacked life. He was boring! No-one found, 'the corporate possibilities of the micro-chip' the complete and ideal conversational topic for a barbeque! As the meat sizzled and spat violently with anger, it mirrored the thoughts of a man rejected. It was difficult to figure just how Jeff Matthews had acquired his standoffish nature. In younger years he'd been the 'High-School Hero', captain of the cricket team and the highest achiever. He's always held

Through a small gap between the trees appears an old lady. She wears a

popularity with the girls over any of us others, who found him the perfect

ragged overcoat that covers her frail, weak body. The elderly lady's

role model for ourselves. To be like Jeff Matthews was a very unrealistic

shoulders are hunched forward. Her back bends like an arch. Her legs are

dream that we all fostered.

thin and fragile. She wears an oddly patterned scarf to hide her brittle, split hair. Her dark eyes are tired and bloodshot. She does not focus on any particular object. Instead, she stares into space as if she is looking for something that is not there. Her face is rounded. Her skin is pale. Lines continuously run across the old lady's face, joining tightly around her eyes and mouth. Her colourless lips are cracked. Her teeth are decayed. A strong breeze buffeted against the old lady's feeble body. Her clothes cling to her like a t-shirt does when it is wet. As she walks she drags her left leg behind her right. She staggers between two gum trees and vanishes. A cluster of cackling birds rise high above the trees and settle again. They make music with their singing.

The deeply creviced lines on his face reflected bitterness and harshness. His alienation seemed a symbol of his treatment of others. He thought he cared for his family well enough, but how could that mechanical, stiff moving being know that love, not possessions was all he was being asked for. His hard exterior didn't seem penetrable and it was difficult to find a reason to want to break this man's barrier. A young child erupted in laughter. Another collapsed, as flushed as one might be after endlessly pursuing the former. His unfinished chase. Mother's eyes danced in the joy of their children, while their hands subconsciously tended to mundane preparation. The carefully arranged food they touched wilted, as dying flowers, realising its fate. The heat of the day fell closely in the space of the garden. Flowers lost

I glance to the base of the rock on which I sit. Hundreds of tiny, black

all interest and closed up. The thin grass swayed with less vigour. All

ants scatter in all directions to feed hungrily and dead insects which may

seemed brittle. The sun hung menacingly in the sky as heavy clouds

seem nothing to me, but a feast to the ants.

laboriously lumbered on. The heavens seemed to be a different world. Trees swayed mystically at the bottom of the garden. Vanquished iris

I listen closely. I can hear individual drops of water from the sprinkler land one after the other on the leaves of thirsty plants. It is making a

bowed their heads in acknowledgement. The air was thick and the haze of smoke settled low.

melodious tune. Tiny rivers form in the dirt and branch off into many directions.

Oblivious to the climate, one child stood close to the burning fire. His small hands clasped a pair of tarnished tongs. He nervously turned the

The atmosphere of the garden is fresh and crisp. I feel this is a place I can go to have a peaceful time to myself. Georgina Jackson Year 11

meat with awe, delighting as he turned, then dropped it and watched the patterns the spatter of fat made. Slowly the young child saw results. As if by magic, his well tended meat, changed from being fleshy pink, to a well done brown. His eyes sparkled with glee as his mind turned to the task of eating. I rose from my seat at the bottom of the garden, and let my sons

THE BEACH

continue their game without me. I approached Jeff, who was

I love watching the waves roll in

systematically providing everyone with a sausage or two. I picked up a

And to feel the sand between my toes.

plate, and was given the last sausage. Jeff needed an old friend right now,

To build sand castles in the sand

and as we made our way to the table, my arm resting on Jeff's shoulder, I

To feel the sea spray over your head,

watched the smoke rise thin and wispy. Its long tendrilled fingers reached

And to chase the sand crabs across the sand,

high into the sky and intertwined with the thin wisps of a cloud, uniting

And to collect sea shells from the water.

the heavens and earth.

Karen Bird Year 8

Chloe Plumridge Year 11

MY MUM I couldn't ask for a better mum, When all things are said and done. She tells me off when it is due, And helps me get through anything new. She has always been very good to me, And has always tried to help me see, What and what not to do. She is pretty or so I think, With her green eyes that unseemingly blink. She can look unhappy, but never can pout, Or show you a smile that says she's in doubt. Her hair is blonde or maybe brown, But always she has a constant crown, Of delightful curls. So you see I love her five parts of five, And hope that our love never dies. To keep in touch through all the years, With the laughter and the tears. So it's my mother that I most admire, And I find it my utmost desire, to be just like her. Kelly O'Neill Year 7

WHAT AUSTRALIA MEANS TO ME Australia, to me is vast, open land with rainforests, reefs, swamps, farms and desert. Australia, my home, my birthplace, my upbringing. Leading on to my culture, my values, my life. Australia, an unjustice a terrible mistake, to kill all those natives and ruin their home. Australians, kept free by victory won, by men like my Grandad, with huge hearts, and guns. Australia has people of many a life, of many a skin, of many a nation.

THE COLLECTOR The attic was dark, dusty and cluttered with the junk that the old man had accumulated over the years. Dust-covered cobwebs hung limply from the slanted ceiling, long deserted by their inhabitants. The musty smell was overpowering in the still air. A dim ray of sunlight found its way through the dirty, brown window, casting its light onto an incredible array of relics. An old man with hunched shoulders was standing by the small door. His face was wrinkled and weather-beaten, his hands would have once been strong. He looked morosely around the room, surveying the relics of his past. This was the collector, casting a final look at his possessions. As a boy, he had kept everything he was given. He did not throw anything away; he was not wasteful. He hated to lose anything. His marble collection was his prize possession; he had counted them each day to make sure that he had not lost any. He had also collected glass bottles, and these, some broken, lay dust-covered in an old box at the corner of the attic. He went away to war. He did not like to fight, but still he salvaged any relics that he could. He had kept old empty shells, bullet cartridges and a couple of guns. His old slouch hat and medals had been placed by the window, and were faded from time and sunlight. He thought it wasteful to kill others; he looked with scorn on his old gun. A portrait hung, dust-covered, on the wall. His wife's face, in black and white, looked over the cluttered collection. Her black foot-pedal sewing machine was beneath the portrait, next to a moth-eaten garment that had once been a long, white wedding dress. The old man shifted his gaze, until it fell upon a small rocking horse, its paint faded and chipped off by hours of happy use by his children. His children, for whom he had done so much. He had nurtured them until they had become as fiercely independent as himself. He picked up an old family portrait, and studied the small faces closely. These were the same children who were forcing him out of , own home, putting him into a nursing home, like their tired old toys for which they no longer had any use. His pride had been crushed, he wanted some time alone to see for the last time his treasured collection of relics. A lump swelled up in his throat as he looked over his collection, which he knew would mean nothing to anyone else. It was a terrible waste, and soon, he would be left with nothing but a collection of memories. Sandra Petty Year 11

LUCERNIAN PRIZES SENIOR

JUNIOR Jennifer Stone

Nerissa Kamp

Virginia Wong

Cathy Lucas

Natalie Morrison Lindy Ekstedt

PHOTOGRAPHY SENIOR — Michelle Barrett

INTERMEDIATE

JUNIOR — Chloe Alsop

Fiona Gibb Marnie Carroll

By living together through thick and through thin, So Australia to me, Will always mean peace. Laura Hughes Year 9

GARDEN PARTY

MORONGO OLD COLLEGIANS INCORPORATED OFFICE BEARERS 1990 President: Snr Vice President: Jnr Vice President: Secretary: Assistant Secretary: Treasurer: Address Recorder:

Joy Rau (Strong) Ann Waayers (Jarman) Sue Lamb (Gayor) Sally-Ann Thomson (Cuttriss) Vanessa McCracken (Nelson) Jeanette Middleton (Potter) Jenny Battye (Miles)

The Morongo Old Collegians have had an extremely busy year since our report in last year's Lucernian. The Annual Meeting and Reunion luncheon was held on Saturday 25 November. At this meeting the motion to become an incorporated body was passed. The Association has now become a continuing entity in its own name, with power to hold or to acquire property in its own name, without having to appoint trustees and without any member or officer of the Association becoming personally liable for the debts and liabilities of the Association. The Association is able to sue in its own name. We have a better standing or recognition to obtain loans if required, to receive government grants, and to accept gifts by will. On Friday, 24 November, 1989, the 1975-80 year girls held a very successful reunion at Berkley Lodge. A large gathering of girls enjoyed an evening meeting friends from school days. Thank you Mandy Berry (Cooke) for organizing the evening.

On Friday 25, the Morongo Old Collegians held a Garden Party at the school to honour Miss Shaw and to help her to celebrate her birthday. Mrs Watt welcomed about 250 Old Collegians and friends in the Dulcie Brookshaw Senior Centre. Prior to Miss Shaw's arrival, there had been some concern over her health so we were delighted with her attendance. I was honoured to be the Old Collegian to welcome Miss Shaw and to present her with a bouquet of flowers, a signed visitors' book and a bound book of resumes of their lives written by various Old Collegians. Large vases of flowers decorated the Founders' Dining Hall, and umbrellas, tables and chairs were arranged on the lawn outside to take advantage of the perfect weather. Afternoon tea was prepared and served by committee members and friends. The majority of those present were able to speak to Miss Shaw and to wish her a happy birthday. For some of the Old Collegians it was their first visit back to Morongo since leaving school, so the afternoon gave them an excellent opportunity to renew friendships. It also gave them the chance to see the many alterations and additions to Morongo over the years. The happy afternoon drew to a reluctant close when we gathered to farewell Miss Shaw in her chauffeur driven limousine. When Miss Shaw spoke she said that the afternoon in her honour had made her feel like a queen for a day. She was wearing her Honorary Old Collegian's Life Membership Badge and her Honour from the Queen. In thanking those who had arranged the day, she chided us for forgetting a police escort for her limousine. Joy Rau

The committee have attended many functions throughout the year. In fourth term, 1989 Beverley Egan (Bell) and Jeanette Bell (Shrimpton) spoke to the girls leaving school about the Old Collegians' activities and encouraging them to become active members. I spoke to the students at first assembly for 1990. The Committee helped at the Fair, again producing the fruit salad. We opened the Archive room on Open Day where we welcomed many visitors. I represented the Old Collegians at the Presidents Day of the National Council of Women, Pam Warland (Robertson), Sally-Ann Thomson and Helen Wilson (Newberry) attended the National Council of Women's luncheon to honour their Australian President. We congratulate Jennie Currie (Bradshaw) on being Geelong N.C.W. President. Committee members attended the Founders Day Assembly also the Coffee and Dessert evening to celebrate the school's 70th Birthday. We have been guests at Old Collegians' functions at other schools, and have had the pleasure of welcoming visiting Old Collegians to Morongo. Many enjoyable trips have been made to branch meetings where friendships were renewed and hospitality enjoyed. I would like to thank all committee members for the wonderful effort they have given me. My position as President has been made easier with their willing assistance. I sincerely thank Sally-Ann Thomson and Jeanette Middleton for their encouragement and help throughout the year. To Jenny Battye, Sally, Jeanette and I thank you for all your assistance. The Old Collegians thank Mrs Watt for her interest in our activities and for allowing us to use the school facilities for our functions.

Miss L Shaw & Mrs. L Emerson.

MAIN ENTRANCE DRIVE The Committee girls have displayed their gardening skills by preparing the ground along the main drive, installing a drip-watering system and planting new trees. It was a wonderful team effort and we appreciated the assistance of our husbands and the grounds staff. Pinoaks have been planted bordering the driveway, with a secondary planting of Algerian Oaks, Linden trees, Claret Ash, Liquid Amber and Alnus trees. We hope that this will create an impressive avenue leading to the original bluestone homestead. The seats under the lattice arbors are established in the Rose Garden which now looks most attractive. A watering system is being installed in the Rose Garden. The removal of diseased and damaged trees from the driveway, hiring of equipment to prepare soil, the watering system and the cost of trees has been a large financial undertaking. The manpower supplied by the Committee reduced the financial cost of enlisting professional assistance, but any donations for the driveway will be welcome and will be recorded in a commemorative book. Beverley Egan (Bell)

MORONGO OLD COLLEGIANS GOLF On April 23, 1990, Pam Amezdroz, Marj Carroll, Prue Cooke, Joy Hocking, Margaret Lamb and Cath McDonald represented Morongo Old Collegians in the 61st Annual Gold Challenge Cup, sponsored by The Sun News Pictorial. The venue was the Peninsula Golf Club and teams from twenty seven Independent Old Girls' Associations competed. Although Morongo didn't finish among the top scores, everyone enjoyed the picturesque golf course and the spirit in which all schools competed. The Cup was won by Toorak College, followed by Clarendon, with a tie for third between Lauriston and P.L.C. On May 28, the Morongo Golf Day was held at Geelong Golf Club. A small but cheerful bunch of players, including representatives from The Hermitage and other Independent Schools, hit off in cold, foggy conditions which later turned to a sunny day. After golf, luncheon was enjoyed and trophies presented to the winners. Kath Dennis (Hermitage) had the best score with 42 Stableford points, followed by Barbara Reed (Hermitage) with 39 points. The "secret pairs" was won by Val Abery and Peg Roydhouse (Morongo) and "Nearest the Pins" by Barbara Reed and Cherie Robertson. Trophies were donated by Morongo Old Collegians, Hermitage Old Girls, Helen Drinnan and Peg Roydhouse and we thank them all for their generosity. We are planning to have another golf day around the same time next year and would be pleased to welcome more players. Anyone interested please contact Joy Hocking or Marj Poulston. Joy Hocking (Baker)

SUN CUP TENNIS Once again we enjoyed a full day's teni , is at the Sandringham Tennis Club. For those who have not played in this ,vent, it is a wonderful day in pleasant surroundings and the tennis is of the highest standard . . .

Jan Knight (Anderson), Helen Wilson (Newberry), Jeanette Bell (Shrimpton), Sally Thomson (Cuttriss) and Beverley Egan (Bell).

MID YEAR LUNCHEON The Old Collegians Committee again presented a delightful Mid Year Luncheon. This year it was attended by a large gathering of 140 Old Collegians and friends, including our Headmistress, Mrs Watt, Guest Speaker Rae Ganim, guests representing other schools, and guests from the local press.

Representatives from Morongo included Tracy Hargreaves, Sally Egan, Kathy Egan and Lyn Collins (Crellin). This team has played together for the last three years. We would be delighted to hear from any Old Collegian interested in participating in next year's competitions. Twenty four school teams meet annually towards the end of March on a Sunday. Please advise the Committee if you are interested in playing in the future. Lyn Collins (Crellin)

The school dining room looked a picture, with a "host of golden daffodils" gracing the tables, and a tiny posy of lavender and gold at each place setting. A sight to lift the spirit on a grey rainy August day! Our President, Mrs Joy Rau welcomed everyone, and invited one of our Old Collegians, Rae Ganim (Lowery) to speak to us. By a happy coincidence, Rae wore a gorgeous bright gold and black outfit of her own design, appliqued and embroidered in a stunning way. Rae spoke to us of her decision to retire from the fashion industry, and of the difficulties involved in business, having 'lost her way to the requirements of commercial dictates', as she described it. Her decision was to follow the maxim "Be true to yourself", and she plans to return to fashion, following her inward desire to enjoy her own creative spirit. Thank you Rae for sharing your thoughts with us. Mrs J. Watt, Miss L Shwt, Miss L Brookshaw

Judy Bent (Wallis)

ARCHIVES REPORT 1990

WIMMERA BRANCH

The Archives collection continues to grow thanks to the generous donations of former students, creating great interest for former and present students alike.

President: Kathleen Ellifson (Bennett) Secretary/Treasurer: Ida Bourke (Brewster)

The archives Centre in the Old Boarding House, shows an informal display of the early days of Roslyn and Morongo in the form of Photographs, Displays of uniforms over the years and memorabilia. We also have small collections on display in the School Lobby and in the Laird Centre. If you have any "Treasures" such as photographs (named and dates), Badges, Diaries, Trophies, Uniforms, needing a home, we would be glad to add them to our collection. Committee members have shown great talent in the field of picture hanging, window dressing (displays), and photography. I am grateful for the cheerful and willing help given at all times. Thank you to Terry and Beverley Egan for the preparation and presentation of our very handsome "Honour Board" showing names of our Honorary Life Members, which was unveiled on May 9, 1990 in the presence of many of these Special Old Collegians at a morning coffee held in the Archives Room.

The 27th Annual Luncheon was held at the Palace Hotel, Warracknabeal on Saturday May 5, 1990. We were delighted to welcome Mrs Watt, Principal, and Mrs Joy Rau, President of The Old Collegians. Twenty-one Old Collegians enjoyed hearing news of Morongo successes and activities, also of the Old Collegians help and interest in the school. A water colour painting of the School Bell done by Claire McKenry was raffled and won by Ida Bourke. Ida Bourke Secretary

MELBOURNE BRANCH ANNUAL REPORT 1990

Two years ago a decision was made to compile "Year Lists" of all former students from 1920 to present day, a very daunting task. Our source of reference was Enrolment Books from Miss Pratt and Miss Shaw's days. We listed all students at Year 10 (Intermediate) level, estimating that students would be 14 years of age. Lists were sent to many former students of each year to ensure accuracy. Jenny Battye (Miles) has completed this mammoth task, recording the hundreds of names on computer, then transferring these lists to display books for easy reference. I am sure all members of O.C.A. will agree that Jenny has earned a Gold Medal for Patience, Consistent Effort and Dedication. Thanks Jenny. Thank you to Members of council and to Mrs Watt for allowing us to use the Archives Centre so freely. It is always a pleasure to return to our second home "Morongo". Pamela Warland (Robertson)

BRANCHES WESTERN DISTRICT BRANCH President: Mrs Judy Ross (Reid) Secretary/Treasurer: Jeanette Brennan (McGregor) The Western District Branch has enjoyed a successful year, the first of our two main highlights being our annual re-union at the home of Mrs Pene McLeod (Brian). Mrs Watt, Mrs Joy Rau, and Mrs Marie Anderson attended our meeting, along with fifteen Old Collegians. Mrs Rau brought along a videotape of the Garden Party in Miss Shaw's honour. The day was made especially pleasant by Pene's lovely home and garden. The second highlight was a visit to Morongo to attend the Old Collegians Luncheon held in August. While in Geelong it was Pene McLeod's honour to present the Morongo Old Collegians Association with a donation of $100 towards the redevelopment of Morongo's front drive.

President: Faye Lee (Pope) (03) 570 5778 Secretary/Treasurer: Sandra Oriander (Stevens) (03) 560 7958 The Annual Meeting was once again our first gathering for branch members this year. Our numbers were down slightly, coming just a week after Miss Shaw's birthday Garden Party — however we enjoyed our usual chat. Joy Rau brought us up to date with Geelong Branch news and we donated $2,000 (proceeds from the patchwork quilt raffle) towards the restoration of the front drive. Thank you for making the trip Joy and once again many thanks Evie McEwan (Jones) for opening her house to us.

Alison Mahoney's (Simson) Devonshire Tea morning in April was extremely well attended and great fun — thank you so much for having us Alison and to all who baked the scones. On Tuesday 19 June, Lorna Hooper (Ebbott) and Enid Shann (Wilson) represented our branch at the 70th Founders Day coffee and dessert evening in the reception room of Main House. Thank you Lorna and Enid for making the trip. Our July Bistro night at Maxy's was enjoyed by twenty nine, 1989 school leavers who thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to exchange news of 'Life after Morongo'. 1990 school leavers please keep Friday 19 July free to join your friends in Melbourne. We were saddened this year to hear of the death of Lynette Donohue (English). Two functions yet to take place are our Evening Reunion in October at Joan Swain's (Pope) home and a Theatre Luncheon at Brighton to see 'Beaches'. Marieta Jones (Moir) ph. 232 7006 has tickets. At this point I would like to thank Sandra Oriander for all the time she devotes to the large task of being Treasurer/Secretary of our large branch and to Marieta Jones for always keeping our address lists up to date — thank you very much from all of us. Our first function for 1991 is our Annual Meeting on Monday 4 March at the home of Merran Hall (Urquhart) 48 Uaneast Street, Malvern. We look forward to welcoming you!

Jeanette Brennan

Faye Lee

Secretary/Treasurer

President

GOULBURN VALLEY BRANCH

SOUTH AUSTRALIAN BRANCH

President: Elinor Gibbs (Hallam) Secretary: Sandra McIntyre (Bufton) Treasurer: Gwen Jenson (Bradshaw)

President: Sonya Stewart (Cameron) Secretary: Ros Islip (Wishart) Treasurer: Jeanette Drake (Walker)

Goulburn Valley Branch were delighted to welcome Miss Shaw to our Annual reunion. Miss Shaw delighted members with her amazing memory for names and faces. Her caring personality and never ending interest in Morongo was evident when she addressed the group. Miss Shaw and Miss Rentoul with their remarkable resilience travelled from Albury to Kyabram and back again. Their journey was facilitated through the generosity of Ruth Macmillan, an Old Collegian residing in Wangaratta. Miss Shaw last visited the branch in 1974.

This year has been a particularly busy one for many of our members with various other commitments, however on June 17 a group gathered at

The autumn venue for the delicious casserole and sweets luncheon was the residence of Mrs Shirley Howard (Sutherland). Twenty-one members attended. Gifts were beautifully hand-made articles from Shirley's pottery enterprise which operated beside her home. Mrs Watt's description of many aspects of Morongo provided recent updated information of the happenings at Morongo. Goulburn Valley Branch have forwarded $400 towards the driveway project, which was explained by Joy Rau and Jennie Currie, the Geelong Old Collegian's representatives.

the Hyatt Hotel for an enjoyable afternoon tea. Unfortunately we were unable to send a representative to the Founders' Day evening on June 19, however several members were able to attend the Garden Party earlier in the year. On September 5 the President of the Old Collegians, Joy Rau, came to my home and met quite a few of our members. Joy gave us a most interesting talk about Morongo and the happenings over the past few years. Of course we were all very eager to hear the news and we thoroughly enjoyed the video of the Garden Party. Miss Shaw certainly has not lost any of her charm or quick sense of humour over the years and we were absolutely delighted to see her on video. This year we are pleased to be able to make a donation towards the production costs of the Morongo Newsletter. We look forward to our final meeting on November 25, with a picnic at Wittunga Park, Blackwood.

Sandra McIntyre Secretary

Sonya Stewart President

BIRTHS

DEATHS

(79)

Winter (Lowry) Roby & Terry — a daughter

(71)

Lindborn (Lewis) Wendy & Eric — a son

(43) Perrett (Oke) Cora

(68)

Byrne (Scott) Margaret & Niall — a daughter

(69)

Kumnick (Myers) Julie & Richard — a son

(58) Barclay (Mylecharane) Dale

(74)

Vile (Fagg) Marion & Andrew — a son

(76)

Lucas (Brewster) — a son

(40) Mahoney (Brown) Daisy

(72)

Duncan (Hanman) Louise & Rod — a daughter

(74)

(McBean) Margaret — a son

(52) Donohoe (Engish) Lynette

(67)

Petrovansky (Verfurth) Cheryl & Alex — a daughter

(76)

(McKinnis) Jenny — a son

(76)

Irwin (Robertson) Belinda & Lance — a son

(74)

Palmer (Lloyd) Lindsay & Kathy — a son

Brushfield (Thear) Lynda

(75)

Tonkin (Turner) Annette & Neil — a daughter

(67)

Aiken (Roydhouse) Heather & Phillip — a son

Langolon (Handley) Tina

(74)

Herd (McKinnon) Susie & Frank — a son

(78)

Golden (Cox) Jackie & Chris — a daughter

(74)

Connell (Yateman) Fiona & Michael — a daughter

(71)

Forster (De Jong) Louise & Cameron — a son

(69)

Jones (Gibbs) Julie & David — a daughter

(73) (74)

Blackman (Deller) Fern & David — a son Morgan (Wishart) Janet & Eddie — a daughter

(74)

Doherty (Menzies) Louise & John — a son

(68)

Byrnes (Oughtred) Christine & Peter — a son

(76)

Carr (Bucknall) Jacqueline & Michael — a daughter

(76)

Le Cerf (Cooke) Sue & David — a son

(79)

Steel (Prouse) Belinda & David — a daughter

(74)

Heath (Mander) Sue & Phillip — a daughter

(74)

Reid (Walpole) Janice & Cam — a son

(69)

Jones (Scott) Helen & Peter — twins

(77)

Murray (Macvean) Fiona & Peter — a son

(72)

Faulkner (Herd) Cathy & Mark — a daughter

(70)

Miller (Lowe) Susan & Greg — a son

(72)

Lack (Orr) Jill & Philip — a son

Moloney (Robertson) Joan

ENGAGEMENTS (60)

Merrilyn Julien to Les Cartwright

(75)

Anne Harbison to Christopher Jaques

(80)

Mandy Schoonaman to Mark Fulton

(74)

Heather Neilson to Dr Laszlo Havas

(72)

Catherin Herd to Mark Faulkner

(80)

Elizabeth Alford to Sam Golding

(87)

Monika Van Der Wilk to Darren McQueen

(78)

Marrilyn Carr to Paul Barklamb

(83)

Wendy Helen Venters to Stephen Rowbottom

(83)

Penelope Poulston to John Radalj

(81)

Megan McKinnon to Paul Castran

(80)

Carolyn Bell to Stephen Twist

(83)

Caroline Terrier to Timothy McKenzie

(68)

McNaughton (Yorke) Jenny & Adrian — a daughter

MARRIAGES

(76)

O'Brien (Pigdon) Jenny & Chris — a son

(85)

Andrea Perry to Alan Vos

(73)

Neilson (Kerger) Penny & Craig — a daughter

(85)

Melinda Rosenberg to Steve

(72)

Duncan (Hanman) Louise & Rod — a daughter

(82)

Diana Wells to Miles Prosser

(74)

Harpley (Carr) Felicity & Jim — a son

(72)

Lyn Adams to Phil Reid

(76)

Carmichael (Hollaway) Belinda — a daughter

(78)

Merrilyn Carr to Paul Barklamb

(78)

James (Mortimer) Mandy & Andrew — a daughter

(81)

Belinda Poulston to George Vasey

(75)

Evans (Cooke) Tina & Greg — a son

(81)

Lisa Robb to Andrew Royce

(69)

Kelly (Stewart) Sue & Michael — a son

(79)

Belinda Lamb to Norman Gower

(74)

Dittloff (Hosford) Sue & Michael — a son

(80)

Elizabeth Alford to Sam Golding

(71)

Hargreaves (lllingworth) Heather & Ian — a daughter

(83)

Jenny Bourke to Michael King

(73)

Ballinger (Winter) Julie & Ron — a daughter

(80)

Kate Dennis to John Lewis

(71)

James (Berlyn) Anne & Russell — a son

(72)

Cathering Herd to Mark Faulkner

(71)

Salt (Atkins) Kym & Bernard — a daughter

(72)

Maria Costoya to Michael Ciola

(74)

Creece (Finlay) Elizabeth & Paul — a daughter

(83)

Karen Donaldson to Craig Atkinson

(72)

James (Adcock) Jane — a daughter

(80)

Dianne Weaver to Michael Sanders

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DONNA FREEBU RN 1982-1990: Environment, Lawson House and Social Service Committees. Junior Choir.

VALETE YEAR 12, 1990

LEAH GARDNER 1982-1990: School Prefect. Lawson House Captain. Lawson House Committee. Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Baseball, Netball Teams. House Colours 1989,90. Drama Symbols 1990.

EMMA ANGUS 1988-1990: Ardens House, Mid Year and End of Year Committees. Netball Team. KATRINA APPLETON 1985-1990: School Prefect. Roslyn House Captain, Swimming Captain

JANE GIBBS 1989-1990: Ardens House, Boarding House and Photography Committees. Drama Production. Baseball Team.

1989. Morongo Student Council 1989. Roslyn House Committee. Senior Choir, Middle Choir.

KELLIE GRIFFITHS 1988-1990: Harris House, Social Service Committees. House Colours

Athletics, Netball, Swimming and Tennis Teams. Swimming Champion 1985, 86, 88, 89. House

1990. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze.

Colours 1989, 90. Swimming Symbols 1989, 90.

JULIA HARRIS 1985-1990: Boarding House House Captain 1989. Boarding House, Sports and

ANNABEL AUSTIN 1982-1990: Lawson House Committee. Junior Choir, Senior Choir. Drama

Rowing, Tennis, Volleyball Teams. Captain Senior Baseball "A" Team 1989, Joint Captain 1990.

Productions. Baseball, Netball Teams. House Colours 1990.

Captain Hockey 1990. Baseball Symbols 1989, 90. Hockey Symbols 1989, 90. Green Jumper

Venters House Committees. Concert Band. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Cricket, Hockey,

-Sport 1989. Sports Award 1990. Cloth Badge 1986. House Colours 1989, 90. MEGAN BARNES 1976-1982 - 1985-1990: End of Year, Lawson House, Mid Year, Music and Senior Centre Committees. Junior Choir, Senior Choir, Concert Band, Orchestra, Drama

ANGELA HETHERINGTON 1985-1990: Robb House Committee. Netball, Tennis Teams.

Production. Athletics Team.

Captain Netball 1990. Netball Symbols 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989.

MICHELLE BARRETT 1989-1990: Morongo Student Council 1990. Creative Arts, Lucernian,

VANESSA HO 1985-1990: Harris House Committee. Netball Team.

Sports and Venters House Committees. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Netball and Volleyball Teams. Baseball Captain 1990. Baseball Symbols 1990. House Colours 1990. Cloth Badge 1989, 90.

TARA HOAD 1985-1990: School Prefect. Robb House Captain. Photography and Robb House Committees. Middle School Choir. Drama Productions. Athletics, Netball, Tennis, Volleyball Teams. Junior Doubles Tennis Winner 1986. Drama Symbols 1990. House Colours 1988, 89, 90.

AMY BENHAM 1986-1990: Venters House Committee. House Colours 1990. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze. Cricket and Hockey Teams.

FIONA JACKMAN 1982-1990: Photography and Roslyn House Committees. Athletics, Hockey, Swimming, Tennis Teams. Hockey Symbols 1990. Cloth Badge 1990. House Colours 1989, 90.

CATHERINE BENNETT 1985-1990: Morongo Student Council 1989. Harris House and

Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987.

Lucernian Committees. Drama Production. Athletics, Cricket, Netball, Swimming Teams. House Colours 1989, 90. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1989.

KIRSTEN BISHOP 1985-1990: School Prefect. Boarding House Captain, Student Representative Council 1988. Ardens House, Boarding House, Creative Arts, Lucernian Committees. Middle School Choir, Drama Productions. Athletics and Tennis Teams. House Colours 1988, 89, 90. Cloth Badge 1986. Tennis Symbols 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1985, 1986, 1987. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986, 1987. Dux Year 10

CAROLYN KAN 1989-1990: Ardens House and Boarding House Committees.

VANESSA KELEHER 1985-1990: School Prefect, Deputy School Captain. Morongo Student Council 1990. Environment, Lucernian, Mid Year Dance and Venters House Committees. Middle School Choir, Drama Production. Netball, Rowing Teams. House Colours 1989, 90. Academic Symbols 1989. Debating Symbols 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986.

1988. Dux Year 11 1989. Academic Symbols. ROWENA KELYNACK 1985-1990: Morongo Student Council 1990. Ardens and Sports KRISTEN BLACKMORE 1987-1990: Morongo Student Council 1989. Lucernian and Robb House Committees. Athletics, Baseball, Hockey, Netball, Rowing, Swimming, Volleyball Teams. Swimming Captain 1990. House Colours 1988, 89, 90. Junior Sports Award 1987. Sports Award

Committees. Middle School Choir. Hockey, Rowing, Swimming Teams. Captain of Boats 1990. Cloth Badge 1989, 1990. House Colours 1990. Green Jumper. Hockey Symbols 1990. Rowing Symbols 1990.

1990. Cloth Badge 1987. Swimming Symbols 1990, Rowing Symbols 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987, 1988. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988.

NATALIE KUCHENMEISTER 1978-1990: End of Year, Environment and Lawson House Committees. Junior Choir. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze.

KATRINA BROWN 1989-1990: Ardens House Committee. Swimming, Volleyball Teams. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze.

HWEI MING CHIN 1989-1990: Roslyn House Committee.

PATRICIA LAIRD 1980-1990: Lawson, Resource and Social Service Committees. Junior Choir. Cricket, Netball Teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1984. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1985. ROWENA LEE 1985-1990: Mid Year and Robb House Committeed. Athletics, Netball, Rowing,

JOANNE COOKE 1984-1990: Ardens, End of Year, Lucernian and Mid Year Committees.

Swimming and Tennis Teams. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze. Cloth Badge 1985. House

Junior Choir. Netball, Tennis Teams.

Colours 1989, 90.

KRISTINA DJAKOVIC 1988-1900: Lawson House Committee. Duke of Edinburgh Award Bronze. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989.

PAULA DUDLEY 1988-1990: Robb House Committee. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze.

SHU-YEN LEE 1987-1990: Athletics Team. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1988, 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987, 1988.

NARELLE LENTINI 1985-1990: Lawson House Committee, Baseball Team. House Colours 1990. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze.

KRISTIE EA LES 1985-1990: School Pre fect. School Captain. Morongo Student Council 1988, 1990. End of Year, Lucernian, Mid Year and Robb House Committees. Middle School Choir,

WING KWAN (KENNIS) LEUNG 1989-1990: Ardens House and Resources Committees.

Drama Productions., Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Netball, Tennis Teams. Cloth Badge 1988. House Colours 1988, 89, 90. Dux Year 9, 1987. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985, 1986, 1987, 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1986, 1987, 1988.

ALLISON LEWIS 1984-1990: End of Year, Mid Year and Venters House Committees. Middle School Choir, Drama Production. Baseball, Rowing, Tennis Teams. Year 8 Table Tennis Singles Champion. Rowing Symbols 1990.

LINDA EKSTEDT 1985-1990: Ardens House, End of Year, Lucernian, Mid Year Committees. Junior Choir. Drama Productions. Netball, Rowing, Tennis Teams. Senior Tennis Captain 1990. House Colours 1989, 90. Tennis Symbols 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989.

ADELINE LIM 1985-1990: Ardens and Senior Centre Committees. Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Netball, Volleyball Teams. Champion Year 9 & 10 Table Tennis Doubles 1987. Champion Table Tennis Singles 1988. Netball Captain 1990. Netball Symbols 1990. Cloth Badge 1986. House

DANIELLE ENTWISTLE 1985-1990: School Prefect. Venters House Captain. Morongo Student Council 1989. Environment, Sports and Venters Committees. Middle School Choir, Concert Band. Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country Teams. Basketball Symbols 1989.

Colours 1990. Green Jumper (Sport) 1988. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1986, 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988.

FLORENCE LIM 1989-1990: Harris House Committee.

Debating Team 1989, 1990. Cloth Badge 1986. House Colours 1989, 90. Debating Symbols 1990.

SHEREEN LIM 1989-1990: Harris House, Library and Resources Committee.

SALLY ESLER 1987-1990: Harris House, Lucernian and Senior Centre Committees. House LEE WA (PATRICIA) LOK 1989-1990: Lawson and Resources Committees. Colours 1990.

CHRISTINE VAN der WILK 1985-1990: Robh House Committee. Athletics, Netball Teams. Cloth Badge 1985. Athletic Symbols 1987. House Colours 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent

YEAR 12 1990

Effort 1985. MELANIE VEAL 1985-1990: End of Year, Lawson House and Senior Centre Committee. Middle School Choir, Drama Production. Baseball Team. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985, 1986, 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1986.

SU LENG MAK 1989-1990: Library and Venters House Committees. Senior Choir. TANYA WARBRICK 1989-1990: Senior Centre and Venters House Committees. DIONE MAURIC 1988-1990: Boarding House House Captain 1989. Harris House and Lucernian Committees. Baseball, Hockey, Swimming Teams. Cloth Badge 1990.

RACHAEL WEBBER 1986-1990: Lawson House Committee: Concert Band. Senior Choir. Rowing, Tennis, Volleyball Teams.

SIMONE MIDDLETON 1985-1990: House and Sports Committees. Middle School Choir. Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Cross Country, Gymnastics, Netball, Tennis Teams. Under 12

RACHEL WELLS 1986-1990: School Prefect. Music Captain. Music and Roslyn House

Athletics Champion 1985. House Colours 1990. Cloth Badge 1988. Green Jumper (Sport) 1988.

Committee. Middle School Choir. Senior Choir, Madrigal Group. Orchestra, Concert Band.

Sports Award 1990.

Drama Productions. Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Netball Teams. Cloth Badge 1986. House Colours 1989, 90. Music Symbols 1989, 90. Green Jumper (Music) 1988. Merit Certificate

NATALIE MORRRISON 1982-1990: School Prefect. Harris House Captain. Harris House,

Academic Achievement 1986, 1987, 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986. 1988.

Music, Mid Year, End o f Year and Senior Centre Committees. Drama Productions. Junior Choir, Middle School Choir, Senior Choir, Madrigal Choir, Orchestra, Concert Band. Baseball, Hockey,

FIONA WILSON 1989-1990: Robb House Committee. Tennis, Volleyball Teams. House Colours

Netball Teams. House Colours 1988, 89, 90. Green Jumper (Music) 1988. Music Symbols 1989,

1990.

90. Drama Symbols 1989. Merit Certificates Consistent Effort 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1986.

HELEN WONG 1989-1990: Library, Photography and Resources Committee.

KATHERINA McARTHUR 1989-1990: Morongo Student Council 1990. End of Year, Mid

PEGGY WONG 1989-1990: Library and Roslyn House Committee.

Year, Photography and Roslyn Committees. VIRGINIA WONG 1989-1990: Harris House Committee. VICTORIA McCARTHY 1988-1990: Social Service and Venters House Committee. Hockey Team. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988.

MAISIE YU 1985-1990: Athletics Team. Athletics Champion 1986, 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989.

SRIVALLI NANDURI 1988-1990: Ardens House Committee.

TRUDY ZIERK 1985-1990: Harris House and Computer Committees. Middle School Choir. Senior Choir. Athletics, Cricket, Swimming Teams, Runner-Up Athletics Champion 1986. Music

MELISSA PHILLIPS 1985-1990: Venters House Committee. Netball, Tennis Teams. Winner Junior Tennis Singles 1986. Winner Junior Tennis Doubles 1986. Tennis Symbols 1990. Duke of

Symbols 1989, 1990. House Colours 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989.

Edinburgh Award - Bronze. House Colours 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1985,

MELINDA ZUZIC 1985-1990: Lawson House Committee. Duke of Edinburgh Award -

1989.

Bronze.

JANE ROBBINS 1985-1990: Creative Arts, Photography, Roslyn House and Senior Centre Committees. Middle Choir. Netball Team. House Colours 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1986. JULIE ROTHACKER 1988-1990: School Prefect. Ardens House Captain. Morongo Student Council 1989. Boarding House House Captain 1989. Boarding House, Ardens House and Sports Committees. Drama Production. Hockey, Tennis Teams. Hockey Symbols 1990. Cloth Badge 1990. House Colours 1989, 90. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988. KATE RUSSELL 1985-1990: Library and Music Committees. Middle School Choir, Senior Choir, Madrigal Choir, Orchestra, Concert Band. Green Jumper 1989. Music Symbols 1989. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1987, 1988, 1989. CAROLYN SA LEH 1985-1990: Photography and Venters House Committees. Rowing Team. Rowing Symbols 1990. House Colours 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988. TRUDI SMART 1989-1990: Morongo Student Council 1990. House and Music Committees. Debating Captain 1990. Senior Choir, Madrigal Choir. Baseball Team. House Colours 1989, 90. Green Jumper (Music) 1990. Debating Symbol 1989. Arts Award 1990. ANGELA SPARGO 1985-1990: Lawson House and Social Service Committees. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze. House Colours 1989. MEUNDA STEVENSON 1985-1990: Lawson House Committee. Middle School Choir. Hockey, Swimming Teams. Cloth Badge 1988. House Colours 1989, 1990. RACHEL SZANTO 1985-1990: Creative Arts and Robb House Committees. Netball, Rowing Teams. Duke of Edinburgh Award - Bronze. LI MING TAN 1989-1990: Boarding House, Photography and Robb House Committees. WEE LING (IRENE) TEO 1990: Roslyn House Committee. ANDREA TOFFOLON 1989-1990: Robb House, Senior Centre and Social Service Committees. Baseball Team. LOUISE TURNER 1982-1990: School Prefect. Sports Captain. Sports and Venters House Committees. Junior Choir, Concert Band. Athletics, Baseball, Cricket, Fencing, Hockey, Swimming, Tennis Teams. Athletics Captain 1989. Under 17 Athletics Champion 1989. Year 12 Athletics Champion 1990. Cricket Captain 1989. Hockey Captain 1989. Junior School Table Tennis Champion 1984. Cloth Badge 1985. House Colours 1989, 90. Athletic Symbols 1989. Hockey Symbols 1989, 90. Cricket Symbols 1989. Green Jumper (Sport) 1988. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1984.

AWARDS 1989 ACADEMIC SYMBOLS MERIT CERTIFICATES - YEAR 7

Kirsten Bishop

(Presented 5th December)

Vanessa Keleher

Sarah Lamb, Academic Achievement Amy Leen, Consistent Effort Katrina MayaII, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort

OUTSTANDING BOARDER OF THE YEAR Julie Rothacker

Samantha Michalak, Consistent Effort Alison Smedley, Academic Achievement HOUSE COMPETITION

Shu-Lin Lee, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort

SEMESTER 2

DUX OF YEAR 7

ACADEMIC WORK MERIT CERTIFICATES - YEAR 8 (Presented 5th December) Jodie Eales, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort

1.Venters 2. Roslyn 3. Robb 4. Ardens

Laura Hughes, Consistent Effort

5. Harris

Naomi Rankin, Academic Achievement

6. Lawson

Kathryn Traczyk, Consistent Effort Catherine Weijers, Consistent Effort

SPORT

Anne Kidman, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort

1.Robb

201/2 points

DUX OF YEAR 8

2. Roslyn

161/2 points

MERIT CERTIFICATES - YEAR 9

3. Venters

15 points

4. Ardens

141/2 points

5. Lawson

12 points

6. Harris

51/2 points

Kate Booth, Academic Achievement Melissa Le Breton, Consistent Effort

SOCIAL SERVICE (Stamps)

Nicole McGrath, Academic Achievement

I. Venters

54280

Clare Oataway, Academic Achievement

2. Robb

44055

Sally Spiteri, Academic Achievement

3. Ardens

37197

Diana Taylor, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort

4. Lawson

35590

Fleur Yu, Academic Achievement

5. Harris

34577

Emma Jackman, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort

6. Roslyn

27049

DUX OF YEAR 9 MUSIC (McMICKEN SHIELD) MERIT CERTIFICATES - YEAR 10

1.Robb 2. Harris

Linda Evans, Consistent Effort

3. Roslyn

Meredith Funston, Consistent Effort

4. Lawson

Vicki Hedley, Consistent Effort

5. Venters

Gloria Leung, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort ` •

6. Ardens

Chloe Plumridge, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort Louise Riordan, Consistent Effort

OVERALL SEMESTER 2

Anne Shoebridge, Consistent Effort

I. Robb

29 points

Jennifer Stone, Consistent Effort

2. Venters

23 points

Natalie Strijder, Consistent Effort

3. Roslyn

19 points

Patricia Tai, Consistent Effort

4. Harris

11 points

Diana Wu, Consistent Effort

5. Ardens

10 points

Sandra Petty, Academic Achievement & Consistent Effort

6. Lawson

8 points

DUX OF YEAR 10 (OLIVE FILMER MEMORIAL) AGGREGATE FOR 1989 ACADEMIC (PE1 11.11 SHIELD) MERIT CERTIFICATES - YEAR 11

Catherine Bennett, Academic Achievement Kristina Djakovic, Consistent Effort Linda Ekstedt, Consistent Effort Angela Hetherington, Consistent Effort Vanessa Keleher, Academic Achievement Melody Lai, Academic Achievement Shu-Yen Lee, Academic Achievement Melissa Phillips, Consistent Effort Kate Russell, Consistent Effort Pauline Tan, Academic Achievement Melanie Veal, Consistent Effort Maisie Yu, Consistent Effort Trudy Zierk, Consistent Effort Kirsten Bishop, Academic Achievement DUX OF YEAR 11 (MARY HIGGINS MEMORIAL)

VALERIE HATCH AWARD for outstanding Secretarial Skills Catherine Robinson

1. Venters

17 points

2. Robb

15 points

3. Roslyn

12 points

4. Ardens

6 points

5. Harris

4 points

6. Lawson

2 points

SPORT (CHARLES NEVILLE CUP) 1.Robb

351/2 points

2. Roslyn

34 points

Equal 3. Lawson

31 points

3. Venters

31 points

5. Ardens

25 points

6. Harris

111/2 points

AGGREGATE (MRS. LEWIS HIRST CUP) I. Robb

44 points

2. Venters

41 points

3. Roslyn

32 points

4. Lawson

23 points

5. Harris

17 points

6. Ardens

15 points