Lucernian 1994 vol 6 no 10 reduced

Lucernian Morongo Girls' College, Geelong 1994

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FROM THE EDITOR FROM THEPRINCIPAL STAFF SCHOOL LEADERS 8. THE BOARDING HOUSE 10. SPORT 16. MUSIC AND DRAMA 20. ART 21. DEBATING AND PUBLIC SPEAKING

36. YEAR 12 42. YEAR BY YEAR 47. STEPPING OUT 48. JUNIOR SCHOOL 57. PHOENIX 68. OLD COLLEGIANS 72. AWARDS

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The world was neither prepared for nor able to comprehend such a tragedy as the exodus from Rwanda this year, a country so engulfed by tribal hate and civil war that it appeared doomed. We watched from the opposite side of the world as three months of fighting between the Hutu government and the Tutsi rebels of the Rwandan Patriotic Front left at least 500,000 dead, with thousands more casualties at refugee camps.

The disaster was not immediate: like the outbreak of war, it built up slowly, drawing more and more innocents into its turmoil before reaching an irreversible crescendo. Of those who survived the genocide, more than two million have fled the country to the Zaire town of Goma, what was once a paradise on the shores of a lake and is now a city plagued by death. On the television we see a country destroy itself, witness the pain of a a child dying in its mother's arms. Yet it seems so far away. The moment the newspaper is closed or the television is turned off, the images remain with us but our concerns become self-oriented.

Today our lives are so complex and so centred around time that we often forget to take a look at the world around us, or even at ourselves. Consequently it is not difficult to become obsessed with material desires. The Tutsis in Rwanda became so powerhungry that it seemed irrelevant to them that their actions were tearing the country apart. Man's greed is all-powerful; it cannot be controlled and the havoc it wreaks takes time and effort to repair. The oppression of some groups by others concerned with self-gain is apparent in any society, producing loss of morale to the 'inferior' and a loss of faith in the 'superior'. We can see a living example of this in Rwanda, where the people would rather live in cholera-invested camps than return to a government which they detest.

Somewhere in our psyches lies the realisation that this situation is real. In the words of the U.N. Secretary-General Boutros Ghali "You will pay the price sooner or later if you do not intervene. And later, it could cost you ten times more. If it is a disease, it may spread and you never know how this disease may hurt you."(Crumley,B., Michaels, M. & Purvis, A. "Country in Crisis" TIME Aug. 1, 1994.)

This statement reflects the worldwide dogma that providing aid to a country is worthwhile only if that country poses a threat, or can offer something in return. Yet surely this belief is misguided. While a country must be cautious with its finances, it must also be willing to help the less-fortunate. And so should its people.

It is so easy to watch the suffering of another country over our evening meal, so easy to dismiss these events because they seem so distant. But these are our people. Although they may seem an eternity away, they could easily be ourselves. Humanity is one, and the need to divide people up into groups according to race, religion or any other distinguishing factor will surely be man's downfall.

Nerissa Kamp Lucernian Editor

Lucernian Committee Clockwise from left: Nerissa Kamp (Editor), Tamsin Crocker, Sian Waruszynski, Sarah Cox, Kathryn Vardy, Melissa Tan, Susy Dixon, Amber Tumour, Natalia Kelso, Christine Pullin, Tiffany Karlsson, Belinda Kelly, Louise Milton, Annabelle Senior, Elizabeth Sargeant, Ellen Morton, Bridget Akers

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This year has been designated the International Year of the Family. A strong, happy family is one in which each member is pulling her or his weight, contributing fully to the well-being, growth and development of its members and the family as one unit. Its members respect the rights of each other, they accept their responsibilities, they support each other and applaud the different talents each is able to contribute to the enrichment and enjoyment of the family's experience.

At Morongo, we often refer to our School as a family. Sometimes we speak of it as including all of the groupings within our community - the students, their parents, the staff and the network of support organisations. At other times, we think of it in terms of the past, present and future generations of students and parents linked by the common bond of Morongo.

However, on a day to day basis, it is our present students and staff who are at the heart of our family. It is in work and play, the myriad of activities that crowd our school program, that we see the attributes of a strong, happy family vividly demonstrated.

One event stands out - the House Music and Drama Competitions. Every student is involved in the creation and development of the presentation for her House. Intensively, over the first four weeks of Term 3, House Captains work with their members in every spare minute - unearthing amazing talents, refining and perfecting their show. It is during this relatively short period of time that there is an exciting development and growth of the relationships between the members of House families. On the day of performance and judging, joined by parents and past students, each House discovers and delights in the performances of their peers. This day, I believe, embodies all of the characteristics of a strong, vibrant and unified family.

There are many other ways in which we see our School family nourished and strengthened - through the leadership of our Prefects, the activities of the Morongo Student Council, the life of the boarders, and the support given members of sports teams, rowing crews, music groups and debating teams by fellow students.

Succeeding generations of students have contributed generously to building this great Morongo family of which we, the students and staff of today, are proud members.

Judith M. Watt

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4th row L - R: Ms G. Carr, Mr K. Hancock, Mr G. Malcolm, Miss M. Haby, Mr D. Lyne, Mr S. Keeley, Ms A. South, Mrs B. Morrison, Mrs. I. Halfacre, Mr I. Hanan, Mr M. Nutley.

3rd row L - R: Miss J. Homberg, Mrs P. Hutchinson, Mrs F. Gasperini, Mrs I. Taylor, Mrs M. Smith, Mrs K. Tamplin, Mrs H. Melville, Ms L. Fell, Mrs G. Smith, Mr R. Allen, Ms. A. Shields, Mrs C. MacKenzie, Mrs P. Gilson, Mrs J. Gardner, Ms X. Li, Miss D. Bard-Brucker.

2nd row L - R: Mrs J. Hawkins, Mrs R. Owen, Ms J. Batterbury (Director of Studies), Mr A. Payne (Deputy Principal), Mrs J. Watt (Principal), Mrs Y. Fox (Head of Junior School), Mrs C. Carroll, Mr.Greg Smith, Mr Geoff Smith, Mr W. Freeman.

Front row L - R: Mrs T. Rosario, Mrs W. Cooke, Mrs S. Trickey, Mrs S Lea-Wood, Miss I. Dobraszczyk, Mrs. N. Phillips, Mrs M. Roland, Mrs. F. Batiste, Ms J. Hill, Mrs H. Evans, Ms H. Crawford.

MORONGO BOARD Dr A Mackie - ChairmanB.A.(Melb), M.A.(Melb), Ph.D.Philosophy(Melb), Ph.D.Art History(LaTrobe), M.A.C.E - Chairman Miss E L Tindale, Deputy Chairman Dip.Phys.Ed.(Melb), B.A.(Syd) B.Chem.Eng. (Hons) NZ A.A.S.A, C.P.A., A.C.I.S., A.I.B.A., A.A.I.M, F.R.M.I.A.

Mr D J Blackmore Mr R J Bourke Rcv J M Hagans

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Mrs A Hamilton Mr R I Langford

A.T.T.I. BSc., C.Dip.A.F., D.M.S. 0.B.E., B.A.(Melb), B.Ed., F.A.C.E.

Miss) M Montgomery Mr W D Nelson Mr L G J °pie Mr R J Robb Dr D B Robertson Mr PC Sefton SECRETARY: Mr D G Neilson PRINCIPAL: Mrs Judith M Watt

B.Juris, LL.B., A.S.-L.I.V.(E.P. & L.G.) Dip.Civ.Eng., M.I.E.(Aust) A.M., KSJ M.B.B.S.(Melb), D.D.R.(Melb), F.R.A.C.R.

A.M., F.C.A., A.C.I.S., A.C.I.M. B.A.(Melb), Dip.Ed.(Melb) Grad.Dip.Curric.Admin., M.A.C.E.

Morongo school community is indebted to Mr.John Robb who, this year, announced his retirement as Chairman of the Morongo Board of Directors.

Mr. Robb became a member of the Morongo School Council in 1975 and three years later was appointed Chairman. He was a familiar visitor to the school, and was well known friend of both Staff and students. His daughter, Lisa, was a student at Morongo. One of our Houses is named after him, a tribute to the tireless work he has done for our school throughout the past 20 years and to his very loyal support of all school functions and activities.

He has been succeeded as Chairman by Old Collegian, Dr. Alwynne Mackie but we are all pleased that he remains a member of the Board of Directors.

Mr. John Robb

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STAFF OF MORONGO GIRLS' COLLEGE 1994 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 BUSINESS MANAGER: To be appointed DIRECTOR OF DEVELOPMENT: Mrs R C Sheludko, BSc HEAD OF BOARDING HOUSE:

SENIOR SCHOOL: Level Co-ordinator - Yr 11/12 11/12A 11/12B 11/12H 11/12L 11/12R 11/12V

JUNIOR SCHOOL:

Level Co-ordinator - 10MH 10GM 10R0

Mr M C Hutley, B Ed(Science) Mr G Malcolm, BA, Dip Ed Mrs R Owen, Cert in Educ (University of Liverpool, UK)

Level Co-ordinator - 9HI 9DP

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Ms J Hill, BEd(Art & Craft) Ms A L South, BSc, Dip Ed Miss D T van Prooyen, BSc, Grad Dip Ed(Sec), SRSTT Miss L Fell, B Ed (Librarianship)

Yr 7/8 8CM 8JH 8GC

Mrs B Morrison, BA, Dip Ed Mrs C MacKenzie, BSc in Education Miss J Homberg, B Ed(Home Ec) Miss G E Carr, B Ed(Post Primary Phys Ed)

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Mrs F Gasperini, BA, TSTC Miss D J Bard-Brucker, B Ed(Art & Craft) Mr G J Smith, B Ed(Science)

Level Co-ordinator -

Prep & 1 Year 2/3 Year 4 Year 5 Year 6

Mrs C M Carroll, BA, Dip Ed Mrs H M Evans, BSc(Hons), Dip Ed, MACE Mrs M L Smith, BSc, BA(Ed), FACBS Mr J Hanan, BA, Dip Ed Mrs H Melville, Dip Com Prac, TTTC, Grad Dip Info & Comm Tech Mrs T Gilson, BA, Dip Ed/Mrs S Khor, BA(Hons), PGCE Mr D J Lyne, B App Sc(Chem), TTTC Mrs J Gardner, BA, B Ed

Miss J Homberg, B Ed(Home Ec)

Special Education & Extended Curriculum

Mrs S S Lea-Wood, MEd(Gifted), B Ed(Spec Ed), TPTC, TSPTC, MACE

Mrs E Johns

CANTEEN ASSISTANTS:

Mrs M Collins and Mrs D Mathieson

BOARDING HOUSE STAFF:

Miss C Goodall, B Comm Mrs A Frcek Mrs E Johns Mrs M Matthews Miss C Goonan Miss C Cheyne Miss B Craig, B Mus(Hons) Miss J Emond Miss M Rankin

Mrs S Trickey, Dip Teach(Early Childhood) - Directress Morongo Kindergarten Mrs J Hawkins, Kindergarten Assistant, 4 year old group Mrs W Cooke, Kindergarten Assistant, 3 year old group Mrs B Thomas, BA(Ed) After School Care Programme

LIBRARY:

Miss L Fell, B Ed(Librarianship)

Mr K H Hancock, B Ed(Mus),MEd St, MIMT, MACE Mr R Allen, BMus, BMusEd Junior School Music Mrs G Gillard, MA, Dip Ed, AMusA Accompanist/Organist Mrs J Bainbridge, TITC, Grad Dip Ed, B Ed Cello, Double Bass Mrs J Fletcher, BA AMusA Cello Miss S Trainor, BMus(Perf) Cello Clarinet and Saxophone Mr A Cox, BA(Mus) Miss S Verrell, B(Mus), AMusA Flute Mrs M Cook, BA, BEd Guitar Mr D O'Brien, BA, BMus(Perf) Jazz Vocal and Improvization Miss D Butler, LMusA, AMusA, ATCL, Piano LTCL, MIMT Mrs M Heyes, B MusEd Piano, Theory Piano, Theory Mrs P Spratt,AMusA, LMus A, LRSM, ATCL, LTCL, MIMT Saxophone Mr R Sudmeyer Violin, Viola, Mr G Smith, Dip Arts(Music), Trumpet, Trombone Grad Dip Ed, MIMT Voice Mrs R Banger, BA, DipLCST, AMusA

MAINTENANCE SUPERVISOR: Mr D Suares Mr T Rambaldo GROUNDS STAFF: Mr R Simpson Mr D Elms Mr S Young SERVICE STAFF SUPERVISOR:

KINDERGARTEN:

MUSIC STAFF: Director of Music

Mr J P Joseph BEd(Commerce/Media) Mrs I Kavay, TSTC Mr S Keeley, B Comm, Dip Ed, Grad Dip(Curriculum) Mrs S Khor, BA(Hons), PGCE Ms X Li, BA, Dip Ed Mrs J Roland, Dip Tech Teaching, LCML Ms A Shields, BA, MA, Dip Ed, GDIESE Mrs G Smith, TSTC(Art & Craft) Mrs K Tamplin, BEd, Higher Dip Teach(Sec) Careers Advisor

Mrs J M Taylor, Dip Teach(Junior Primary) Mrs H L Crawford, BA(Ed), B Ed Mrs B M Lynch, BA(Ed) Miss I Dobraszczyk, BEd(Primary) Mrs M Roland, Dip. Teaching, Grad Dip Spec Ed Mr R Allen, BMus, BMusEd Mrs V Golding, Doctorate in Mod Langs Miss M Haby, BEd(Post Primary Phys Ed) Mrs P Hutchinson, Dip Teach (Primary) Mrs N Phillips, BA, B Ed(Primary), ALAA

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ASSOCIATE MUSIC STAFF: Piano

Mr R Owen, BMus(Ed)

SPECIAL SUBJECTS: Speech Tennis

Mrs J Roland, ATCL, LTCL, Dip Tech Teach.

Mr K MacLean

OFFICE STAFF:

Mrs D Doyle, Principal's Secretary Mrs N Groth, Assistant Business Manager Mrs F Tan, Secretary to Deputy Principal and Director of Studies Mrs K Beckett, Receptionist Mrs H Walker, Administrative Assistant

DEVELOPMENT OFFICE:

Mrs L L Harding, Development Assistant Miss K J Jewson, Database Assistant

ANCILLARY STAFF:

Mrs P Farrance, Laboratory Assistant Mrs I Halfacre, Secretary/Teachers' Aide, Junior School Mrs S Home, Library Assistant Mrs T Rosario, TTC

My Grandfather completed his schooling at the age of fourteen.

Within two years of finishing an apprenticeship as an electrical mechanic, he was in charge of all the radio and electrical equipment on a Navy ship of war. My Grandmother attended a Domestic Economy School which taught only dressmaking, cooking and other home sciences. How different things are today! I will graduate from secondary school at the age of eighteen, with another five years of tertiary education ahead of me , before I begin to work in my desired career.

Many times it has been said that there is nothing as constant as change. I would add that there is little as challenging as change.

I believe that, throughout our lives, as things change, we are constantly learning. Each change brings new experiences and each day new discoveries create the desire to discover more.

Indeed, if we are to make changes and unearth new knowledge, we must challenge ourselves and take risks. The Wright brothers were laughed at in their quest to build an aeroplane, Helen Keller overcame enormous difficulties to grasp a totally new approach to learning, and Neil Armstrong risked his life so that the mysteries of space could be unravelled.

At Morongo we are constantly being challenged by the quest for knowledge. Many times we have pioneered new learning experiences. One of the greatest risks I have ever taken was to challenge the teachers to a debate! A number of staff, students and their families travelled to China to experience a different culture, others braved the stage lights to perform the delightful Calamity Jane, and a committee of Year Eleven and Twelve girls successfully organized the Mid Year Dinner Dance for one hundred and fifty people. All of our challenges have been most rewarding and the skills we have learned will be valued throughout our lives.

School Captain Heidi Roberts

Year Twelve in itself has been an incredible challenge, demanding an incredible amount of courage, well developed organizational skills and the stamina to complete everything to the best of one's ability. The skills we learned in earlier years kept us afloat, and those we developed during Year Twelve have helped us swim closer and closer to the finishing line. We quickly became accustomed to the Senior Centre and in the Common Room was a ready supply of supportive friends everytime they were needed.

Next year change must be faced again by all of us. The Class of '94 will be offered a new array of challenges. As we move into the unfamiliar lifestyles of university, the workforce or overseas travel, we shall need all that we have learnt from Morongo to guide us into the future. In times ahead it may be the scientific discoveries we have made, the legislation we perhaps helped to create and the books we may well write that will be studied in classrooms.

Those returning to Morongo next year have the exciting challenge of the 'New Directions'. I urge all girls at Morongo to 'Seize the day' and take advantage of every opportunity they have to challenge themselves. We may well heed the words '0 God, give us serenity to accept what cannot be changed, courage to change what should be changed, and wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.'

Heidi Roberts School Captain Deputy School Captain Samantha Michalak

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School Officials Megan Ford, Amy Leen, Katie Mayall, Rachael Allen, Heidi Roberts (School Captain), Samantha Michalak (Deputy School Captain), Kate Ettershank, Prue Waayers, Serran Buchholz, Tiffany Karlsson, Sue-Ellen Scott. Mrs. Judith Watt (seated) Different Colours One People Week will be a celebration not easily forgotten. MSC members arranged an interesting school assembly celebrating Australia's multiculturalism. Guest speaker was Mrs. Joyce McRobbie. The week's events included the screening of a video and the wearing of the very bright and colourful Different Colours One People windcheaters.

As enthusiastic representatives of our peers, the MSC has been faced with many new and exciting challenges in 1994, under the direction of Heidi Roberts and Samantha Michalak. The Council's year began with a very successful sunscreen drive to enhance the awareness of skin cancer in the Morongo community. The generous profits raised purchased for Morongo a memorial plaque and a tree in remembrance of Sir Edward Dunlop, a very respected friend of our school.

Several members have also been important associates of the Uniform Review Committee and the 75th Anniversary Committee. Their suggestions have been valuable and members have been a crucial link between the committees and the student body. MSC members had an input into the School Picnic, which replaced the traditional House Picnics, and they also introduced the popular hot potatoes on Athletics Day.

World Environment Day was one of the significant functions on the MSC calendar. With extremely dedicated MSC members and much support from the local Council, the students were able to plant trees in the new development area opposite the school. Not only were Morongo's grounds cleaned with determination, but Ballarat Road was also beautified by our students. Girls were rewarded with a casual day and a delicious sausage sizzle.

Special thanks to Mrs. Watt and Mr. Smith for their enthusiastic assistance with the MSC throughout the year and to MSC members for their attendance, support and great ideas.

Branching from this, came the revolutionary idea of Morongo adopting a road, namely Ballarat Road. Every Friday, girls ventured into the community to care for our precious environment under the co-ordination of MSC members. The project will continue into 1995.

Samantha Michalak

MORONGO STUDENT COUNCIL Year 12 Kirsty Gibb, Claire Hindrnarsh, Tiffany Karlsson, Belinda Kelly, Christine Pullin, Sue-Ellen Scott Heidi Roberts (Chairman), Samantha Michalak (Secretary) Year 11 Katie Belle, Natasha Lindros, Melanie McRae, Fiona Nelson, Kate Walker Year 10 Chevaun Gellie, Cherie Lawler, Katherine McIntosh, Aisha Ryan, Linda Van Leerdam Year 9 Kelly Hughes, Ruth Langford, Simone Mitchell, Allison Wedding Year 8 Bronwen Evans, Naharika Gunawardana, Dana Ryan, Melissa Tan, Victoria Tomes, Kathryn Vardy Year 7 Carolyn Michalak, Amy Walker, Peta Williamson

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The commencement of a new year always has an extra air of excitement and anticipation of what is to come in the Boarding House. Friends are re-united and new boarders are initiated into the routine. This is made easier by the activities of the first weekend. This year the girls enjoyed a day at Anglesea, with surfing, canoeing, and a picnic lunch.

The binding spirit of the first weekend was carried through to Boarders' Week. Boarders challenged the day girls to softball and tennis matches. We managed to win the tennis but were defeated at softball. Teachers joined us for afternoon tea in Main House. Raffle tickets were sold throughout the week and day girls enjoyed lunch in the boarding house environment.

Many facets exist within boarding house life. Boarders' Dance, held in Term 2, proved to be very successful. The hall resembled the Sunday Age covered in a golden galaxy.and the girls proved to be true entertainers Work in the community was also undertaken when boarders hit the pavement to answer the call of the Salvation Army and the Red Cross, raising a considerable amount of money from their door-knocking. We were honoured to receive a certificate of thanks for our effort from the Salvation Army.

The Boarding House Committee has worked very well this year to represent the boarders as a group. They have helped to ensure the smooth operation of boarding house life and initia tied many activities for the girls to participate in, most notable being special theme dinners .and weekend activities. Theatre nights in Melbourne were organized for the various year levels. House Captains, Naomi Mottiti and Amber Tumour, have been helpful in organizing events, including the fun-filled Trivia Night held in conjunction with Geelong College.

Boarding House Captain Sue-Ellen Scott

Together, the spirit of the boarders is an invincible force. The bond between girls brings together a close family. I thank all the boarders and the Boarding House staff for their great support throughout the year.

Sue-Ellen Scott Boarding House Captain

"To the Mighty Boarders"

Boarding House 1994

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HOCKEY The 1994 Hockey Season has proved to be one of particular hard work and dedication. This year only two grades of Women's Hockey existed instead of three. Our First 1X moved to A Grade and the Second lx to A Reserve. This meant competition was considerably stronger and, at first, it seemed we had a long, hard season ahead of us. This was indeed the case, but many objectives were achieved along the way. The skills and knowledge gained throughout the season were remarkable and the improvement in both teams was well worth the effort. The Firsts finished fifth at the end of the season and the Seconds finished in sixth place.

Throughout the year our senior, intermediate and junior teams competed in Inter-school Round Robins. The results were varied but a lot of fun was had, especially by those who had never played hockey before. Special thanks to Miss Carr and Chris Armistead for their dedicated coaching and support, Thankyou also to Mr. Smith and Mrs. Warrior for their support throughout the season.

Congratulations to the teams and best of luck to the 1995 Hockey teams.

Natasha Lindros Hockey Captain.

Hockey Symbols

Tamsin Crocker Cynthia Grifiths Susan Johnston Amy Leen Natasha Lindros Aisha Ryan Dana Ryan Alison Warrior Sarah Warrior

Sports Captain Kate Ettershank

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SENIOR SPORTS RESULTS

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30 points 31 points 32 points 36 points 43 points 49 points

Hockey Team Back row L - R: Sally Waayers, Cynthia Griffiths, Tiffany Karlsson, Naomi Motiti, Kylie Notte, Alison Warrior, Fiona Bainbridge Front row L - R: Sarah Warrior, Alison Love, Amy Leen, Aisha Ryan, Tamsin Crocker, Dana Ryan, Susan Johnston.

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NETBALL Morongo was well represented this year at Kardinia Park, with twelve netball teams taking the courts weekly. Braving the bleak, wintry conditions and slippery courts, Morongo experienced a successful year and an enjoyable season.

Ten of the teams made it through to the semi-finals and, following several exciting and close matches, four teams competed in the Grand Finals. Team 11, after losing only one match for the season, was defeated in a tough match. The Seconds were also defeated but the Firsts, after battling various injuries throughout the year, played a gruelling match, ending in a draw. Unfortunately they were defeated by just one goal in Time-on. Team Five, who finished second in their section, proved too good for the opposition and after playing into timeon were victorious by one goal.

Eliza Austin and Jo Langton received Best and Fairest awards for their sections, while Charlini Gunawardana, Kate Spurling, Claire Fennelly, Merryn Phillips, Rebecca Maddern, Michelle Carroll and Christina Elliott were Runners-up. Well done girls!

Netball Team Back: Fiona Nelson, Lisa Wright, Cherie Lawler, Amy Sanders, Kate Ettershank.

Front: Joanna Laugh ton, Clair le Lievre, Rachael Allen, Alison Smedly

Morongo's netball extended further than Kardinia Park, with many matches being played. The two top teams invited Geelong College and Geelong Grammar for games played at the school.

We were also challenged by the Under 19 Regional team, who were looking for some skilled match practice! Taunton School, on tour from England, provided us with exciting social matches.

In G.P.S. Round Robins, the netballers were competitive and played some good matches. Senior and Junior teams came third and fourth respectively and the Intermediates finished in a creditable second place.

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

Thankyou to all the coaches for their continued support and expertise throughout the season- it was certainly a very successful one and 1995 promises to be even better.

SOFTBALL

Fiona Nelson Netball Captain.

The Softball season started off early in Term 1 when the Seniors played at P.L.C. on Thursday, 24th February. The A Team won their matches and the B Team finished fourth.

The Intermediate A Team performed as well as their senior counterparts, winning their section while the B. Team finished in equal second place. The Junior teams played well to finish in fourth and third place respectively.

Julia Baker Softball Captain

JUNIOR SPORT RESULTS SOFTBALL

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6. Lawson 5. Venters 4. Ardens 3. Roslyn 2. Robb 1. Harris

6. Robb 5. Lawson 4. Venters 3. Harris 2. Roslyn 1. Ardens

6. Harris 5. Lawson 4. Ardens 3. Robb 2. Roslyn 1. Venters

Rachael Allen Simone Hosking Joanna Langton Louise Milton Sue-Ellen Scott

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Softball Symbols Julia Baker Megan Ford Susan Johnston Fiona Nelson Victoria Smith

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Netball Symbols Rachael Allen Kate Ettershank Joanna Langton Cherie Lawler Claire Le Lievre Fiona Nelson Amy Sanders Emily Simms Alison Smedley

Softball Team Left to Right: Susan Johnston, Emma Burnett, Alison Smedley, Fiona Nelson, Joanna Langton, Victoria Smith, Megan Ford Seated: Julia Baker

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SWIMMING Before anyone had even adjusted to being back at school we were confronted with the Swimming Sports on the 18th of February. As usual everyone was involved in swimming, diving or cheering on the competitors. After the points had been tallied it was Roslyn, yet again, who proved too fast in the water for the other Houses.

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Robb 696 5.

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Ardens 4E7 All girls swam well and the following finished the day as champions and runners-up in their year levels.

Champions Runners-up Year 7 Kate Spurling (Robb) Amy Walker (Roslyn) Year 8 Dana Ryan (Harris) Laura Bourns (Ardens) Year 9 Sarah Warrior (Harris) Simone Wookey (Venters) Year 10 Alison Love (Robb) Stephanie Smedley (Roslyn) Year 11 Melanie McRae (Robb) Amber Turnour (Ardens) Year 12 Alison Smedley (Roslyn) Prue Waayers (Lawson) The swimming team was then chosen and our first appearance was at Geelong Grammar on February 23rd. We finished fourth behind Sacred Heart, Geelong Grammar and Clonard, with Christian College in fifth position.

The night we all dreaded most was the 9th of March. After weeks of training we had doubts whether we could come anything better than our usual last at the G.P.S.V.S.A. Carnival at the State Swimming Centre against the large Melbourne schools.

Nevertheless we all put our heads down and did not stop splashing until we had pounded the electronic timeboards at the end of the pool. Many personal bests were achieved and Morongo came in sixth overall. It just goes to show that you can do better if you put your mind to it.

Basketball Team Samantha Michalak, Simone Hosking, Cathy Bligh, Louise Milton, Sue-Ellen Scott, Julia Baker, Emma Norton

BASKETBALL The Basketball season began in 1993 when the Senior Basketball Team ventured to Toorak College. The girls played well and earned second place.The Junior Team played at Morongo in November and despite little experience managed to come a commendable third.

During this year, a team composed of Year 9 and 10 girls has been playing in a competition at The Geelong College on Tuesday nights. Their standard of play has steadily improved and they are to be congratulated on finishing in fourth position.

Julia Baker Basketball Captain

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

Year 7 Joanne Andjelkovic Eliza Austin Christine Blair Katrina Butcher Bronwen Evans Sarah Farley Sally Head Sophie Mayall Dana Ryan Kathryn Vardy

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M.G.G.S. 580 4.

We thank Miss Carr and Miss Haby who conducted the training sessions at Kardinia Pool two nights and two mornings weekly.

Without their continual support and enthusiasm many swimmers would not have achieved their best.

Swimming Captain Alison Smedley

Year 8

Anna Austin Kristie Gonzalez Olivia Romet Year 9

Jane Cox Chevaun Gellie Clare Haylock Katherine McIntosh Lisa Wright Year 10

Chloe Alsop Melanie McRae Naomi Motiti Annabelle Senior Swimming Symbols

Alison Love Melanie McRae Alison Smedley Stephanie Smedley

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CRICKET The cricket season began at the start of Term 4 last year, when the trials took place and the team was selected. After numerous lunchtime and after school practices, Mr. Hutley had perfected the bowling, batting and fielding of the entire team. Opening bowlers and batters were decided and we were all prepared for the Round Robin at PLC but rain dampened our chances of showing off our skills when the match was postponed to the following week.

We continued our practices and were ready to put bat to ball and annihilate the opposition.

We travelled to PLC only to have bowled two overs and admired a sensational catch by Fiona Nelson, when rain bucketed down.

Disappointed, we headed back to Geelong. The cricket season came and went and we were unable to play one match, The Morongo 1st XI definitely has potential which I hope can be proven in future years. We thank Mr. Hutley for his guidance and skills and for encouraging the cricket team with his enthusiasm.

Cricket Team Back row L - R: Alison Warrior, Chloe Alsop, Fiona Nelson, Annabelle Senior, Natasha Lindros, Sarah Lamb

Sarah Lamb Cricket Captain

Seated: Cynthia Griffiths, Victoria Smith, Ellen Morton, Meredith Grills, Rebecca Maddern, Kate Laidlaw

ATHLETICS SYMBOLS Year 11 Kate Ettershank Kirsty Gibb Kate Laidlaw Alison Smedley

ATHLETICS The Athletics season began with enthusiasm. Our first and only meet for the year was at Olympic Park on Thursday, 21 April.

The early morning runs and hard slog over the holidays proved successful as Morongo achieved best ever results.

1120 points Toorak 1103 points M.G.G.S 1093 points M.L.C. 1074 points P.L.C.

Year 10

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Fiona Nelson Natasha Lindros Amy Sanders

957 points 949 points Loreto Congratulations to Clare Haylock, Claire Fennelly, Katie Butcher and Kylie McKibbon on achieving first placings. Well done girls on a great result.

Kate Laidlaw Athletics Captain Morongo

Gary Ablett, eat your heart out!

JUNIOR SPORT AWARD

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Year 7

Eliza Austin Sarah Farley

Year 8

Sarah Warrior

Year 9

Clare Haylock Aisha Ryan

Rowing Symbols Serran Buchholz Kate Ettershank Freya Fidge Amy Sanders Prue Waayers

Tennis Symbols Claire Hindmarsh Sue-Ellen Scott

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Tennis Team Back row : Chloe Alsop, Kate Laidlaw, Louise Milton, Simone Hosking, Sue-Ellen Scott, Meredith Grills Front row : Catherine Bligh, Sarah Lamb, Rachael Allen, Claire Hindmarsh

TENNIS

ROWING

Our tennis teams put in a commendable effort this year. The junior, intermediate and senior G.P.S.V.A. round robins held at PLC in Melbourne were enjoyed by all participants despite the chilly weather. Five pairs played in the senior section producing praiseworthy results against tough opposition.

Morongo v MGGS 4 - 5 4 - 5 6 - 3 6 - 4 3 - 6 Morongo v PLC 2 - 6 2 - 6 2- 6 1- 5 5- 4 Morongo v Toorak 1 - 6 2 - 6 2 - 6 1 - 6 3 - 6 Junior and intermediate teams had similar results.

In the G.P. S. V.A. circuit, Clare Haylock, Sue-Ellen Scott, Sarah Lamb, and Claire Hindmarsh played singles in an attempt to qualify for the team which competes against Associated Public Schools. Congratulations to Clare Haylock who was selected to play with the team.

Congratulations .must also go to the mighty boarders who smoothly defeated the daybugs in their usual fine style, in the annual boarders versus day girls grudge match.

Thankyou to Mrs. Melville and Miss Carr for their tireless efforts in organizing and assisting the teams. Good luck to Morongo tennis teams in the future.

Claire Hindmarsh Tennis Captain.

As is customary, the 1993/1994 Morongo rowing season began at Dimboola with the annual rowing camp on the Wimmera River. Crews were then selected and training began for the first of the Regattas of the season in Melbourne and Geelong. After the summer break, another training camp was held, this time on the Barwon, for the crews to regain form and prepare for the Head of Schoolgirls' Regatta. Training proved successful when the Year 9 Second crew won in their division and other crews reached the finals. The season culminated in the Firsts and Seconds travelling to Mildura for the Easter Regatta.

Well done on another successful rowing season.

Tamsin Crocker Captain of Boats

First Crew Left to Right: Prue Waayers, Serran Buchholz, Kate Ettershank, Freya Fidge, Amy Sanders

Karen Jackson, Competitor at the World Skiing Junior Championships

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In the beginning there was chaos.

In the end there will be music.

In between there will be practice!

What could be a better way to begin music at Morongo than with the shaky, yet proud strains of Sint Lucernae Ardentes sounding in the hall? Soon the owners of these fresh voices were lining up in the music rooms to commence lessons and rehearsals to prepare for the energetic year of music which lay before us.

The Church Service, held this year on Palm Sunday, seemed to be upon us in no time. The Junior School began our Service with a procession of music and palm branches. The Junior and Senior Choirs and the String Quartet produced appropriate performances. At the Easter Service the Madrigal Choir admirably sang 0 Taste and See by Vaughan Williams and the Senior Choir concluded the Service with the Sevenfold Amen.

The Music Committee was selected and began to function with several achievable goals. One was the making of a music newsletter Pizzicato, which was filled with the achievements and details of performances by our talented musicians and has been issued to the school community once each term.

Music Captain Katie Mayall

Founders' Day saw the naming of our String Quartet. to honour the memory of a former Music Captain, Anna Stranieri.

Performances given by the quartet have been very much appreciated and I am sure that they feel proud to be known as the Stranieri Quartet.

The 29th July was a night of waltzes, guest soloists, jokes and food. It was the night of Waltzes of Vienna. The Gertrude Pratt Hall has never looked to glamorous or held so many round tables! I must thank my mother ( watch out future Music Captains' mothers - this night could begin a tradition), Mr. Smith, the waitresses, the many parents and, of course, the Orchestra, who combined to produce a successful and memorable night of entertainment.

From the beginning of the year, the school was preparing for the performance of the ever popular western style musical Calamity Jane. Our budding Morongo actresses were certainly stars on stage and we were indeed fortunate to have Jonathon Roland and boys from Chanel and Geelong Colleges to tread our boards. Although the girls wilted a little after many hours of rehearsal , the end result was worth it. The show was enormously popular and praise must go to Mrs. Roland, Mr. Hancock, Mr. Smith, Mrs. Gilson and all the many helpers who contributed so much.

Third term began with a mad rush to get the Music and Drama competition underway. A precarious balance between work and rehearsals was almost reached, but abandoned, as the big day drew near. Lawson was victorious, closely followed by Roslyn and Harris. The day was truly unforgettable for everyone and the highlight was seeing the high standard reached by every House, a delight which everyone shared in congratulating the winners.

In June, the Morongo orchestra, Flute Ensemble, Stranieri Quartet and Jazz Band priovided a Senior Concert, the first of a series of three. The Junior School Orchestra was also invited to play and I was thrilled to hear young talented musicians coming up in the school. These concerts provided the opportunity for the School community to hear the many and varied pieces which have resulted from hours of dedicated practice throughout the year.

Certainly this year has been most rewarding and I would like to thank the music staff, especially Mr. Hancock, for their patience Finally and support to all of us temperamental musos! thankyou to every supporter of music at Morongo this year. My year as Music Captain is coming to a close Remember to keep practising and making fine music at Morongo.

Music Symbols Year 11 Natalia Kelso Natasha Lindros Melanie McRae Rebecca Maddern Lisa Moodie Annabelle Senior Kate Walker Year 12

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Kirstin Honey Katrina Mayall Christine Pullin

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GREEN JUMPERS (MUSIC) Natasha Lindros Year 10 Melani McRae Rebecca Maddern Lisa Moodie Annabelle Senior Kate Walker

Year 12

Christine Pullin

School Orchestra Back row: Linda Van Leerdam, Kelly Hughes, Katie Mayall, Mr. G. Smith, Tracey Pocock, Natalia Kelso, Robina Westblade, Felicity Splatt, Meredith Cox, Kirstin Honey, Carly Spencer, Kim Chalmers, Brooke Seddon, Olivia Romet, Sian Waruszynski.

Centre row: Bronwen Evans, Merryn Phillips, Anna Kelly, Magdalena Castro, Emma Keleher, Bernadine Parke, Giana Chan, Annabelle Senior, Melissa Tan, Alison Evans, Carrie Moore Front row: Jacinta Arnup, Georgina Walker, Miranda Henderson, Christine Blair

Madrigal Singers Back row: Tracey Pocock, Kelly Hughes, Emma Keleher, Jacinda Stephens, Dana Ryan, Meredith Cox, Bronwen Evans, Caroline Renick, Annabelle Senior Front row: Ruth Langford, Merryn Phillips, Sian Waruszynski, Katie Mayall, Christine Pullin, Mr. K. Hancock, Heidi Roberts, Joanna Langton, Clare Matson, Claire Moodie

Flute Ensemble

String Quartet

Anna Kelly, Jacinta Arnup, Miss Verrell, Katie Mayall

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In Public Speaking this year six girls represented Morongo in the Lions Youth of the Year Quest, with Christine Pullin and Natalia Kelso reaching the second round. At Rostrum Voice of the Future, four girls competed in the Geelong Region, all receiving places in their sections. In the junior section Sian Waruszynski was awarded second place and Bronwen Evans was third. Stephanie Smedley was placed third in the senior section which was won by Tracey Pocock. This put Tracey into the next round and won Morongo the aggregate and a $150 prize. In the State final Tracey finished in fourth place.

It has been an arduous but successful year for Morongo's debaters, and it all began with the Debaters Association of Victoria's new region at Geelong Grammar. This is the D.A.V.'s major venture outside the Melbourne metropolitan area, and it certainly showed Geelong to be a keen debating centre.

In this competition we had one team competing in each of A, B and D grades and two teams in C grade. Debating such topics as 'That the unemployed should work for the dole' and 'That the characters of 90210 are bad role models', we perfected our debating skills and two teams made their way into the finals.

One C grade teams reached the Grand Final and were narrowly defeated by Ruyton. Morongo had the unenviable task of arguing the negative case to the topic 'That we should support affirmative action'.

House debating started with its usual enthusiasm, Robb and Ardens winning their way to the final. The topic for the final, 'That the ladders are more dangerous than the snakes', was vehemently argued. In a close struggle, Robb was victorious.

Two other events highlighted the debating calendar this year. Morongo was highly privileged to host a round of the Schools National Debating Championships, with teams from the Northern Territory and Tasmania competing. The second highlight was the Staff versus Students debate in which 'the Three Little Pigs got all that they deserved', and so did the teachers, who were defeated 134 to 113 points.

This year, more than thirty students participated in to the inter- school debating, and this is a big commitment that demands a lot of dedication. As the voices of the 1994 year fade and the Year 12's infamous renditions of 'Come to Morongo" are at an end, I would like to congratulate to all speakers, and express our thanks to Mr. Hanan, Mr. Keeley and Miss Shields for their invaluable support and coaching of the teams.

Kirsty Gibb Debating Captain.

DEBATING Merit Certificate Year 12 Bridget Akers Symbols Year 12

Kirsty Gibb Belinda Kelly Ellen Morton Christine Pullin

Green Jumper Year 12

Heidi Roberts

HOUSE DEBATING

Debating and Public Speaking Back row L - R: Linda Van Leerdam, Aisha Ryan, Lisa Wright, Dana Ryan, Cherie Lawler, Natalia Kelso, Alison Love, Katherine McIntosh, Tracey Pocock, Kelly Hughes.

Third row L - R: Sarah Roberts, Chevaun Gellie, Bronwen Evans, Meredith Cox, Clare Haylock, Amber Tumour, Emma Keleher, Sally Head, Fiona Bainbridge, Stephanie Smedley, Sally Thorn.

Second Row L - R: Pia Frisby, Melissa Tan, Melanie Carlile, Erin Johnstone, Kathryn Vardy, Meredith Slow, Jacinda Stephens, Amanda Strijder, Sarah Bremner, Clare Matson.

Front row L - R: Kate Matson, Heidi Roberts, Ellen Morton, Belinda Kelly, Kirsty Gibb, Louise Milton, Bridget Akers, Christine Pullin, Sian Waruszynski.

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We've been out on Aths Patrol We're all shiny yellow as gold With a new cheer on our lips, we were again ready to prove our physical prowess. The Year 12's were looking spiffy in bumblebee outfits and Ardens was the word repeated over the loudspeaker as streaks of gold constantly flashed past.

Lunchtime brought rejoicing, not because we could finally rest, but because we were coming second. Our cheering was unrivalled until even the relays were over.. Our sunburn now contrasted nicely with our yellow garb as we joined the semicircle of nervous energy on the grass. Alfonzo took time out from being sat on by making two trips to the front with Natalie, Runner-up Champion Year 9, and then with Clare, Runner-up Champion Year 10. Then we heard it - fourth. It was a truly fantastic effort, especially as we had a casualty rate to rival a natural disaster - a broken collar-bone, a broken arm and a strained knee.

As Bridge Over Troubled Water began to haunt our sleep, we were all beginning to feel a bit cuckoo, what with falcons turning into knights, Year 12's into horses, evil kings into Care-Bear lovers and cranks into kings. House Music/Drama was our chance to impress. Having practised our theatrical and choral techniques to perfection, we were aptly placed first on the line up. The rules of melodrama dictated that we ham it up and we did so beautifully, from the sword-fighters and bumbling spies to our prince and princess. Kim proved to be as invaluable as Christine and her alto-aiding oboe, and the small group was wonderful unaccompanied. The positive audience reaction after the glitter and dust had settled and the personal satisfaction we gained certainly proved our success, and if the performers enjoyed themselves and the audience had fun, what more do you need?

All eyes were focused on the pool entrance as a surge of yellow appeared. Whispers sped around the awed masses.

"It's Ardens!" "Gee, they're bright." "They look happy." "What?

Ardens will win? Wow!"

Good luck in all of next year's competitions. It is obvious from the fun we have had that next year will be just as great. When a House is clearly the smartest, the most melodramatic, most enthusiastic, brightest, happiest, yellowest and best with everything going for it in the world, even a stamp-collecting granny, and wonderful junior sport players, not much can stand in its way. Ardens, you are the best House. I know, because a little birdie told me.

Okay, so I've enhanced the Swimming Sports slightly. So, we were the first team to arrive at Norlane and the only person who looked up was the guy cleaning the pool! Oh yes, we but if we turn the results table upside didn't exactly win either down....

1994 was a fantastic year in the pool for Ardens. We shone like little starfish and rocked the stands with our cheering, never letting a chance go by to bop along to the strains of Little Birdie.

Two Ardenites Amber and Laura, outshone the rest of us by becoming Runner-up Champions. Every Ardenite did her best and it was clear that the yellow house spirit was dazzling the rest into submission. The results at the end are only a fraction of the Sports: we had fun every minute of the day. And besides, we'll win next year.

Tiffany Karlsson

House Captain.

HOUSE COLOURS

Ardens

Simone Grace Claire Hindmarsh Tiffany Karlsson Re-award Sarah Lamb Re-re-award Samantha Michalak Re-re-award Christine Pullin Re-award Robina Westblade Half Colours

Year 9 Clare Haylock

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The Harrisites of the past have been good, but this year Absolutely Fabulous!!!

With some new recruits, the side was stronger than ever.

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The year began, as always, with the annual visit to the Norlane Pool. The other Houses, visitors and staff stood in awe as we bopped and grooved to our latest theme song. We even cracked a spot on the school vid. Well done, girls! Two of our girls, Dana Ryan (butterfly extraordinaire) and Sarah Warrior (Code name: Little Fish) blew the opposition out of the water, becoming Year 8 and Year 9 Champions, respectively. At the end of the day, everyone cheered, smelled distinctly of chlorine and an overall placing of fifth was obtained.

The next sporting event was athletics. We were not as strong as we would have hoped as Kathy Freeman (Honorary Harrisite) had to go off to the Commonwealth Games. I must congratulate all girls on their effort and cheering. I believe we gained first place in these areas. We walked away from the athletics with smiles, sunburnt faces and an overall placing of sixth. Well done to our individual champion, Fiona Nelson of Year 11, who burnt new tracks on the oval with her speed. Also a big pat on the back for the Year 11 relay team who came from behind to finish in third place.

Harris House Captain

Rachael Allen

Code name:

Harrisites

Camouflage:

Red

Home base:

McPhee Library

Theme song:

"How funky is your chicken?"

From here on in, I decided a new plan of attack was needed if we were going to prove our superiority: we had just been keeping the other Houses on their toes. House Music/Drama was our chance to show the rest of the school our true colours (which were red of course). We had carefully composed a presentation around the theme Courage brings both friends and foes, taking the audience back to the time of the rascally outlaw, Robin Hood. All wispy bits were slicked back, tights were on and the 'boot it out' sign hung ready for our performance.

Hysterical laughter could be heard all over the school when Robin Hood (Dana Ryan) and The Potter of Wentbridge (Aisha Ryan) took the stage in a fight to end all fights. The peak of our performance came with the unaccompanied singing of Scarborough Fair. The House combined in a tremendous finale, singing Lean On Me. The audience loved our performance and the judges gave us a third placing. Well done to all House members. You really did prove to be a great House, even if you were wearing tights! You may not be Hayley Lewises but you can certainly sing!

Thankyou to my very supportive Year 12 friends and to staff members. I could not have functioned without you. As for 1995, good luck, groove on and remember: Not failure, but low aim is crime.

Rachael Allen House Captain

Harris Rachael Allen Ellen Morton Heidi Roberts Elizabeth Sargeant

Year 9 Fiona Bainbridge Meredith Cox Aisha Ryan

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A mass of green was seen as the Lawsonites strutted their style at the Aths. Sports, lapping the oval ... and the opposition. After endless enthusiasm, boundless energy and, of course, superb sportsmanship from everyone, Lawson again took overall third place. Special congratulations to Tamsin Crocker for her fantastic effort, Runner-up to the Year 12 Champion.

Next on the agenda was the Music and Drama Competitions. It was definitely the highlight of the year for all Lawsonites. Who will forget the excitement as the placings were announced?

Lawson where it should be ....FIRST PLACE! What more can I say? We deserved it! Our theme was Vanity, with the whole House tarted up with pink bows (Robert Palmer style) singing Madonna's Material Girl, while small group bobbed along to a song with lyrics written by our talented Kirstin Honey. Tamsin and Kirstin took the audience into fits of laughter as they drunkenly romped through the hall, taking everyone by surprise. Even though our win was a whole House effort, special thanks must go to Tamsin, Kirstin and Sue for their never-ending support and advice.

To all the girls in this amazing House (especially my fellow Year 12's and the staff), thankyou for your house spirit, continual support and dedication throughout the year. I would not have survived without you. Good luck next year and remember, that as long as you put in and try your hardest, you and your House are winners.

"To seek, to strive, and not to yield" is precisely what Lawson did this year_ Lawson started another adventurous and exhilarating year with zest, enthusiasm and hope, especially at the first meet, the Swimming Sports.

Take your marks: Get Set: Bang! - Splash! The Lawsonites dived gracefully into the water and powered their way to the finishing line for an overall third place. Well done to all swimmers. While the swimmers excelled in the water, our cheer squad on the sidelines could be heard echoing around the pool with Kermit at the head.

Lisa Wright Half Colours

Tamsin Crocker Kirstin Honey Sue-Ellen Scott Prue Waayers

Lawson - Fantastic House Of '94.

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1994 saw us emerge into the spotlight at the pool. Our tanned and toned muscles powered us to success, coming an overall second in the annual Swimming Sports to the dreaded Roslyn.

The Year 12's showed an elemenf of class in their tulle, chiffon and satin gowns, upholding the Robb tradition of dress code.

The first race of the day began with me in the Year 12, 50 metre freestyle. Preparing myself for the ultimate challenge, the dive, I overbalanced and then realized the race was well underway.

Not a very auspicious start for Robb!

Whipping up the currents of the claustrophobic Norlane Pool were Kate Spurling ( Year 7 Runner- up), Alison Love ( Year 10 Champion) and Melanie McRae ( Year 11 Champion), all going for gold. While Robb's cheering, evidently the loudest, carried our swimmers to the end, the Year 12's with flying flippers and stackhats, cruised to an easy win in the senior novelty race.

Having lost our summer tan and tone, the legendary Robbites, with Rupert by their side, began the quest for the Athletics trophies. Overall the Dencorub was clearly the winner on the day. The excellent performances of all the girls proved worthwhile as we gained yet another second place.

Congratulations to our champions, Claire Fennelly, (Year 7) and Robyn Sefton (Year 9) who stripped the oval of its grass with their speed.

The Adventure of Huckleberry Finn enabled us to show what an array of talent is in Robb and earned us fourth place in the Music/ Drama Competition. Sian Wareszybski was the devious Huck and Susan Johnston, covered from head to toe in army camouflage fluid, was Jim. The performance was brilliant and even those involved who lacked acting experience took the Gertrude Pratt Hall by storm. As has been said so often in the past " Our aim is not to come last!" We surely fulfilled this.

We must admit Robb is the best House and I am proud to have led such an enthusiastic and dedicated bunch of girls. Thankyou for your support and understanding throughout the year. An extra big thankyou must go to the finest Year 12 group alive Bridgie, Jules, Gibby, Cynth, Sooz, Bindy, Lou, Maggie and Towza. I could not have done without you. The Robb staff are to be commended on their valuable efforts, especially in regard to the House Music/Drama Comps.

Good luck for 1995 and remember the only way is UP! This I defend Robb Year 9

Kate Morgan Linda Van Leerdam

Half Colours Half Colours

Robb House Captain Serran Buchholz Robb

Julia Baker Serran Buchholz Kirsty Gibb Belinda Kelly Louise Milton

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1994 was destined to be a challenge. The question was 'Could Roslyn maintain the high sporting, academic and musical domination of previous years?'

The answer soon became apparent as Roslynites cheered their team-mates on at the eagerly anticipated Swimming Sports.

Flaunting the skills and class of an Olympic Swim Team, Roslyn cruised to a ninth successive victory. Special congratulations go to Amy, Steph. and Alison, who were rewarded with well deserved Runners-up Champion and Champion awards for their success.

Term One ended with the Athletic Sports, where Roslyn was once again given the opportunity to display sporting prowess.

Many records were smashed by the Roslyn girls, including the terrific effort by Emily Simms in the 1500m. and that of the highly regarded Year 12 relay team. At the end of the day, Roslyn sprinted to an overall victory. Congratulations to Emily, Alison and Etter, who were worthy champions after a great effort.

Halfway through the season, Roslyn was placed comfortably at the top of the ladder, after outstanding sport, academic and junior sports results. We finished first, second and fourth in the respective categories. However, House spirit and enthusiasm were the keys to maintaining our position throughout the remainder of the year.

Once again, Music and Drama time was upon us. We presented the classic fairytale Cinderella, with just a few slight amendments. Many thanks go to Kelly for her musical expertise, and to Kate, whose effort with the big group, small group and drama was much appreciated. The costumes were a success.

Congratulations to Anna for having the courage to wear that top! With the enthusiasm and ability that is synonymous with the Roslyn name, we finished in a brilliant second position. The members of Roslyn are all consummate team players, who showed immense House spirit and from this resulted our success. I would like to thank Roslyn for the great honour of leading them through 1994, and I wish you all the best of luck for 1995 and beyond. Thank you for a wonderful year.

Roslyn House Captain Megan Ford

Megan Ford House Captain.

Roslyn Kate Ettershank Megan Ford Alison Smedley

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Year 9 Jane Cox Half Colours Emily Simms Half Colours Stephanie Smedley Half Colours Jacinda Stephens Half Colours Yaer 10 Victoria Smith

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Venturing to the Norlane pool, we began 1994 with a splash.

All Venterites dived into action, greeting both the trials and the House Swimming Sports with first rate enthusiasm and participation. Our echoing cheer squad, which was heard for miles, along with our navy blue attire and helium balloons, clearly ruled the pool. Inspired by our dolphin logo, we swam to victory, finishing in fourth place. Congratulations to all who competed, especially Simone Wookey, the Super Fish, who was awarded Runner-up Champion of Year 9.

Event number two saw Venters turn their budding sporting talent to track and field. The tiresome backyard training certainly paid off with our athletic ability excelling to enable us to claim a creditable third place. When we weren't jumping, throwing or running our way to the front of the field, our fierce war cries, lead by Victor, left our opponents quivering in their spikes. The expertise of our athletes shone particularly with our junior Venterites, who outclassed their opposition to win the Junior Cup. Sarah Farley, Year 8 Champion and Eliza Austin, Year 8 Runner-up Champion, proved to be our Jane Flemings of the day.

Naturally term two saw the rebirth of Venters phenomenal athletic ability, as our juniors returned to the sporting fields for Junior Sport. In round robin style, everyone had the chance to take part in netball, hockey, table tennis and badminton. With mixed results, Venters finished in style, achieving overall third position on the sporting ladder. In between all this activity, we continued to dominate the annual stamp competition and to strive for excellence in the academic tally, ranking fourth.

Third term proved to be extremely busy, with the House Music and Drama Competitions demanding sacrifice of early morning, lunch times and after school for rehearsals. Based on the theme The Legends of Rock and Roll, our performance this year featured the stardom of Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and Ritchie Valens. On the day we left the audience rocking in the aisles to the beat of big group's Oh Boy and small group's American Pie. Unfortunately the adjudicators were not quite so enthralled by our presentation and ranked us sixth. Nevertheless, this did not dampen the almighty spirit of Venters.

Reminiscing, it is easy to see that Venters is definitely the best House in the school. Our success this year has been brought about, not because of the efforts and achievements of a few, but from the continuous support, enthusiasm and dedication of everyone in the House. It has been both a great honour and a pleasure to lead such a fantastic House.

So good luck to the House Captain of 1995. Your job is a big Eager to continue with junior sport, in term three we saw the one, but with it come many rewards and unforgettable memories. Venterites, keep up the unbeatable House spirit and parintroduction of two new sports, football and volleyball. Victoticipation and remember rious in both, Venters proved to be a force to be reckoned with.

The battle of the intellect with House Debating was the next No victory without effort item on the Venters agenda. A chocolate drive and the humor- Amy Leen House Captain ous lipsink managed to revive our badly depleted House funds.

Venters Year 9 Half Colours Chevaun Gellie Katherine McIntosh Half Colours Year 10 Sally Thorn

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Lauren Butterfield Half Colours Amy Leen Katrina Mayall Re-re-award Danielle Mills

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SOCIAL SERVICE The Social Service Committee has done a terrific job promoting and supporting various charity organizations . First term saw our eager members meticulously cutting and pasting as they made Easter cards to go with the Easter eggs, generously donated by students , parents and staff and delivered to the residents of Grace McKellar House. More than two hundred eggs were distributed and they were much appreciated.

Throughout 1994, year levels held fund-raisers in support of the charity of their choice. Year 9 began with their $2+ day, raising a commendable sum for homeless children. Year 11 and 12, with their busy schedule, decided to hold a joint fundraising effort during term three with an 'out of uniform' day and a novelty football match. Proceeds were donated to the Royal Children's Hospital Auxiliaries.

The school as a whole has been involved in raising money.

Participants in the World Vision 40 Hour Famine raised in excess of $700 and the special 'No Lunch Day', organized by Samantha Michalak and Heidi Roberts for the Rwanda appeal, raised $590.

Red Nose Day saw students donning super-sparkly-snouts, whilst those a little timid proudly wore 'Sammy the Snake' badges and earrings. Congratulations to the Morongo Student Council who did a fantastic job promoting and raising money for Different Colours One People Week. Legacy badges, Red Cross badges and Remembrance Day poppies were sold at the appropriate times in support of these worthy causes.

Last, but of course, not least , the mighty boarders must be praised for their door-knocking efforts for the Red Cross and Salvation Army, raising in excess of $700.

Thank you to everyone who has supported, organized and participated in this year's activities, especially our Social Service Co-ordinator, Mrs. Gasperini. Without a doubt Morongo, as in the past, will continue next year and beyond, to work to relieve the pain and suffering experienced by so many across the world.

Claire Hin d m a rsh

TOURNAMENT OF MINDS Congratulations to the 21 girls from Years 5 to 9 who competed in the Tournament of Minds at Monash University on Sunday, 4 September. Three teams, one from Senior School and two from Junior School, presented their problem solutions to the judging panel and the audience at the School of Engineering. The creative solutions, the result of six weeks of dedicated work, were very well received as were the girls' spontaneous problems on the Tournament Day. One hundred and ninety-seven schools participated in the V.A.G.T.C. activity.

The 1994 problems chosen by the girls were extremely challenging. Two teams chose to rewrite Romeo and Juliet in a modern soapie genre. Cliches and Australian idiom were to be used in the dialogue and the present day version had to ensure a happy ending. The other team chose to solve an environmental problem, encompassing the viewpoints of environmentalists, tourists, locals and developers.

Thank you to the eighteen families who came to Monash to support their daughters and Morongo. It was wonderful to have them as part of our team.

Thank you also to Mr. Slav Baskijin, who devoted his Fathers' Day to driving us there and back in the School bus.

Senior School Team (Division 2) Jin-ee Wee, Koti Konkoly, Sally Head, Regan Anderson, Josette Loomes, Sarah Brebner and Julie Baskijin.

Junior School Teams (Division 1) Amelia McBride, Leah Martella, Gayatri Jain, Rebecca Robertson, Sally Langford, Jessica Tan and Jorda Burnett.

Phoebe Thompson, Amelia Hawkins, Amanda Choong, Anita Esson, Georgia Rogers, Lyndal Chidzey and Rebecca Saltmarsh.

Sandra Lea-Wood Convenor of Special Education and Extended Curriculum.

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MORONGO IN CHINA For a group of twenty-two students, staff and parents, I am sure that the highlight of 1994 was the Morongo China Trip during the mid-year holidays. Capably organized by Mr. Simon Keeley, the trip offered the opportunity for an insight (albeit rather brief) into a culture very different from our own.

The first notable difference was the weather. Although we had left Geelong in the midst of a cold winter, the weather in Beijing was hot and humid. Getting up early and walking through the streets near our hotel before breakfast allowed us to see the locals going about their daily routines - lines of taxi-drivers washing their vehicles with buckets of water, farmers bringing produce on horse or donkey-cart, people on their way to work sitting at simple sidewalk tables eating breakfasts of deep-fried sweet buns filled with red-bean paste and other delicacies, which vendors cooked in big pots in the open air. And of course the ubiquitous bicycles, ferrying millions about their business - whether they be smartly-dressed young women in high heels on their way to work, parents or grandparents taking young children off to creche or school, or men pushing bicycles with huge loads on a sort of trailer at the rear. One man we saw was carting an entire lounge suite, all by pedal-power!

As peak hour approached, the traffic became more horrendous. Crossing the road at any time in China, even at the very rare sets of traffic-lights, is a terrifying experience. There seem to be no road rules at all, or if they do exist, no-one seems to take any notice of them.

No-one gives way, and at an intersection it seems to be a case of 'Might is right'. Everyone charges towards each other, with cars having an obvious advantage over cyclists and pedestrians.

China is a country of great contrasts - towering modern, luxury hotels and offices stand side by side with tiny dilapidated backstreet houses without any front or back yards, and high- rise blocks of tiny apartments, badly in need of repair. The occasional Volvo or Jaguar can be seen amongst the growing number of cars, which speed past the myriads of horse and donkey-carts, evidence of the increasing wealth (for a small minority) in that country.

There is also the contrast between the old and the new. The modern world has reached China, including MacDonalds, Pizza Hut and even the Beijing 'Hard Rock Cafe', which all seem strangely out of place beside the old pagoda-style architecture of the impressive Forbidden City, with its 9000 rooms, and the Temple of Heaven - relics of the splendour of the former emperors and their huge entourages.

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for ridiculously low prices. Shopping in China is a tourist's delight, and the locals take advantage of this. At all the tourist sites, there are hundreds of souvenir sellers, and the biggest attraction of all, the Great Wall of China, is no exception. Most tourists returning from China can be seen sporting a T shirt which reads 'I climbed the Great Wall'.

The food was a new experience for some in the group, who approached each meal with great apprehension, but the adults in particular enjoyed it all immensely, from pickled ducks' feet to that famous speciality, Peking Duck.

Evenings were spent relaxing after a long and busy day, with some die-hards doing even more souvenir hunting at the nearby street markets, but one memorable evening was spent watching the remarkable skills of balancing and contortions at an acrobatic show.

Six days was too short a time for most of the group, but the two of us, who were fortunate enough to stay on for another week with Miss XiuXiang Li in her home in Manchuria, gained an even greater insight into this fascinating country and its delightful people.

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BRIDGET AKERS (1989-1994)

HAYLEY FEHRING (1991-1994)

Lucernian committee. School Debating. Merit Certificate Debating 1992, 1993, 1994.

Resources conunittee. Cloth Badge 1992. Half Colours 1992. Athletics, Hockey and Rowing teams.

RACHAEL ALLEN (1992-1994)

MEGAN FORD (1982-1994)

School Prefect. Harris House Captain. House House Captain David/McPhee House. Boarding House and Sports committees. Cloth badge 1992. Half Colours 1993. House Colours 1993, 1994. Netball symbols 1994. Captain Netball team 2 1994. Drama Production "Puttin' on the Ritz". Netball, Rowing and Tennis teams.

Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1992.

School scholarship holder. School Prefect. Roslyn House Captain. Music and Senior Centre committees. Cloth Badge 1990. Half Colours 1994. Softball symbols 1993, 1994. Netball Junior B Coach's Award 1989. Best and Fairest Softball Junior A 1990. Best and Fairest Under 16 Softball 1992. Best and Fairest Senior A Softball 1993. Captain Senior A Softball 1993. School Debating. Public Speaking. Senior Choir. Jazz Ensemble. Drama Productions "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz".

Athletics, Cricket, Netball and Softball teams.

JULIA BAKER (1989-1994)

Year 11 committee. Cloth badge 1991. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1993, 1994. Softball symbols 1994. Best and Fairest Basketball and Netball 1992. Best and Fairest Senior Basketball 1994. Basketball Captain 1993. Softball Captain 1994. Athletics, Basketball, Netball and Softball teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

KIRSTY GIBB (1990-1994)

End of Year, Lucernian and Mid-Year committees. Morongo Student Council.

Cloth badge 1992. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1993, 1994. Athletics symbols 1993. Debating award 1993. Debating symbols 1994. Debating Captain 1994. School Debating. Public Speaking. Athletics, Hockey and Softball teams.

Dux of Year 9 1991. Merit Certificate Debating 1992. Citizenship Award 1992.

Dux of Year 10 (Olive Filmer Award) 1993. S C & P Hill Prize 1993. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1992.

CATHERINE BLIGH (1991-1994)

Boarding and Senior Centre committees. Cloth Badge 1991. Half Colours 1992.

House Colours 1993. Athletics, Basketball and Tennis teams SERRAN BUCHHOLZ (1987-1994)

CYNTHIA GRIFFITHS (1991-1994)

School Prefect. Robb House Captain. Lucernian and Mid-Year committees. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Captain's Cup (Rowing) 1993.

Rowing symbols 1994. Senior Choir. Drama Productions "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz". Basketball, Netball, Rowing, Swimming and Tennis teams.

ICPA Scholarship holder. Boarding House committee. Cloth badge 1992. Half Colours 1992. Hockey symbols 1994. Cricket, Hockey, Rowing and Softball teams.

LEE HEANEY (1994)

EMMA BURNETT (1981-1994)

Swimming team.

Lucernian and Mid-Year committees. Captain Netball team 10 1989. Cloth Badge 1990. Senior Choir. Basketball, Netball, Rowing and Softball teams.

CLAIRE HINDMARSH (1992-1994)

SEOK WAI CHAN (1994)

Social Service committee. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1994. Tennis symbols 1993, 1994. Academic symbols 1993. School Debating. Drama Production "Annie". Hockey, Netball and Tennis teams. Best and Fairest Netball 1992. Best and Fairest Senior Tennis 1994. Tennis Captain 1994. S Higginbotham Recognition Award 1992. Senior Poetry Lucernian Prize 1994. Merit Certificate Debating 1992. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1992, 1993. Dux of Year 11 1993 (Mary Higgins Memorial Prize). Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1992.

DANIELLE CHRISTOU (1989-1994)

KIRSTIN HONEY (1991-1994)

Computer, Resources and Social Service committees.

Lucernian, Mid-Year, Music, Senior Centre and Year 11 committees. Half Colours 1993. House Colours 1994. Music symbols 1993, 1994. Senior and Madrigal Choirs. Orchestra. Jazz Ensemble. Drama Productions "Annie", "Puttin' on the Ritz" and "Calamity Jane". Softball team. Arts Award 1994.

LAUREN BUTTERFIELD (1989-1994)

Social Service committee. Half Colours 1994.

MAGDALENA CASTRO (1994)

Music committee. Senior Choir. Orchestra.

TAMSIN CROCKER (1988-1994)

Lucernian committee. Cloth Badge 1989. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Hockey symbols 1994. School Debating. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Drama Production "Puttin' on the Ritz". Under 12 Athletics Champion 1989. Captain of Boats 1994. Athletics, Hockey, Rowing, Softball and Swimming teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

SIMONE HOSKING (1993-1994)

Boarding House and End of Year committees. Cloth Badge 1993. Basketball, Netball and Tennis teams.

MARISSA DOBSON (1983-1988. 1992-1994)

MILLICENT (YING YING) HUNG (1993-1994)

Boarding House committee.

SUSAN JOHNSTON (1987-1992. 1994)

KAYE DRISCOLL (1987-1994)

Cloth badge 1989. Coach's Award Hockey 4ths 1989. Softball Captain 1992. Best and Fairest Softball Senior A 1992. Cricket symbols 1991. Softball symbols 1992, 1994. Hockey symbols 1994. Athletics, Cricket and Hockey, Netball, Softball and Tennis teams.

Senior Centre committee. Half Colours. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1988.

KATHRYN ETTERSHANK (1991-1994)

NERISSA KAMP (1982-1994)

School scholarship holder. School Prefect. Sports Captain. Boarding House, End of Year and Sports committees. Cloth Badge 1991. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Junior Sport Award 1991. Athletics symbols 1992,1993.

Green Jumper (Sport) 1992. Swimming symbols 1992, 1993. Rowing and Netball symbols 1994. Athletics Champion - Year 91991, Year 101992, Equal Year 11 1993 and Year 12 1994. Best and Fairest Senior Cricket 1992. Captain of Boats 1993.

School Debating. Drama Productions "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz". Athletics, Cricket, Hockey, Netball, Rowing, Swimming and Tennis teams. Citizenship Award 1992. Merit Certificate Debating 1992. Best All Rounder Award (Gift of Caltex Oil Aust Pty Ltd) 1993.

School scholarship holder. Lucernian and Photography committees. Editor Lucernian Committee 1994. Morongo Student Council. Cloth badge 1990. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1993. Lucernian Prize 1990, 1992, 1994. Netball, Softball, Swimming and Tennis teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

TIFFANY KARLSSON (1991-1994)

School Prefect. Ardens House Captain. Boarding House, Creative Arts and Lucernian committees. Morongo Student Council. House House Captain Hearn/ Neilson 1993. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1993, 1994. Academic symbols 1993. Merit Certificate Debating 1992. Senior Lucernian Prize 1993. School Debating. Public Speaking. Senior Choir. Madrigals. Drama Production "Puttin' on the Ritz". Hockey and Softball teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1991, 1992, 1993.

SIMONE GRACE (1982-1994)

Photography and Senior Centre committees. Cloth badge 1990. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1994. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Drama Production "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz". Captain Senior A Softball team 1994. Hockey, Netball, Rowing, Softball and Volleyball teams.

BELINDA KELLY (1993-1994)

Lucernian committee. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1994. Debating award 1993. Debating symbols 1994. Senior Lucernian Prize 1993. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1993. School Debating. Public Speaking.

Hockey, Softball and Tennis teams.

MELISSA KOORN (1993-1994)

School Debating. Softball team.

NONI KOROBKA (1987-1994)

School scholarship holder. Computer and Resources committees. Half Colours 1992. Senior Choir. Drama Productions "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz".

Intermediate Lucernian Prize 1992. Netball team.

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KATHLEEN LA IDLAW (1989-1994)

DANIELLE MILLS (1992-1994)

Boarding House, End of Year and Sports committees. Morongo Student Council.

Cloth Badge 1989. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993. Green Jumper (Sport) 1992. Athletics symbols 1992, 1993. Year 7 Athletics Champion 1989.

Year 8 Athletics Champion 1990. Equal Year 11 Athletics Champion 1993.

Athletics Captain 1993, 1994. Junior Choir. Athletics, Cricket, Hockey, Netball, Softball, Tennis and Volleyball teams.

Resources committee. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1994. Drama Production "Puttin' on the Ritz".

LOUISE MILTON (1993-1994)

Boarding House, Lucernian and Photography committees. Morongo Student Council. Cloth badge 1993. Half Colours 1993. House Colours 1994. School Debating. Drama Production "Puttin' on the Ritz". Basketball, Hockey, Netball and Tennis teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1993.

DORIS (KA MING) LAM (1993-1994)

Resources committee. Academic Symbols 1993. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1993.

ELLEN MORTON (1992-1994)

Resources committee.

Lucernian committee. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1994. Debating symbols 1994. Merit Certificate Debating 1992. School Debating. Cricket, Netball and Tennis teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1992.

SARAH LAMB (1987-1994)

MAGGIE (KA MAN) NG (1992-1994)

Lucernian and Mid Year committees. Morongo Student Council. Junior Sport Award 1989. Cloth badge 1990. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Green Jumper (Sport) 1992. Best and Fairest and Vice Captain Netball team 10 1989. Best and Fairest Netball team 9 1990. Best and Fairest Junior Tennis 1990. Cricket Captain 1993. Junior Choir. Senior Choir. Basketball, Cricket, Netball, Rowing and Tennis teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1989, 1990. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1992.

Resources committee. Kamp Endeavour Award 1993.

GLORIA (KA YING) LAM (1993-1994)

EMMA NORTON (1993-1994)

Basketball team.

ALISON O'GRADY (1989-1994)

Basketball and Cricket teams.

JOANNA LANGTON (1993-1994)

CHRISTINE PULLIN (1991-1994)

Music committee. Cloth Badge 1993. Half Colours 1993. Netball symbols 1994.

Hockey and Softball teams.

Music, Lucernian and Year 11 committees. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1994. Green jumper (Music) 1994. Music symbols 1993, 1994. Debating symbols 1994. School Debating. Public Speaking.

Senior Choir. Madrigals. Drama Productions - "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz". Netball and Softball teams.

HEIDI ROBERTS (1991-1994)

School Prefect. School Captain. End of Year and Mid-Year committees. Morongo Student Council. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Debating symbols 1993. School Debating. Public Speaking. Senior and Madrigal Choirs.

Drama Productions "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz". Softball team. Citizenship award 1991. Bartlett Citizenship prize 1992. Year 11 Citizenship award 1993.

Pettitt Citizenship prize 1993. Merit Certificate Debating 1992. Green jumper (Debating) 1994. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1991. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1992.

ELIZABETH SARGEANT (1989-1994)

Lucernian and Senior Centre committees. Cloth badge 1992. Half Colours 1992.

House Colours 1994. Senior Choir. Best and Fairest - Netball team 11 1989, Netball team 5 1991, Netball team 5 1993. Basketball, Netball, Rowing, Softball and Tennis teams.

SUE-ELLEN SCOTT (1992-1994)

School Prefect. Boarding House Captain. Boarding House committee. Morongo Student Council. Cloth badge 1993. Half Colours 1993. House Colours 1994.

Tennis symbols 1994. Year 11 Citizenship prize 1993. Basketball, Hockey, Netball and Tennis teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1992.

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AMY LEEN (1988-1994)

School Prefect. Venters House Captain. Creative Arts, End of Year and Lucernian committees. Half Colours 1993. Senior Choir. Hockey and Softball teams. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

ALISON SMEDLEY (1989-199

Computer and Sports committees. Cloth Badge 1989. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Green Jumper (Sport) 1992. Athletics symbols 1992, 1993. Netball symbols 1994. Swimming symbols 1992, 1993, 1994. Junior Sport Award 1991. Equal Swimming Champion Year 9 1991. Swimming Champion Year 10 1992, Year 11 1993, Year 12 1994. Swimming Captain 1994. Sports Award 1994. Athletics, Netball, Softball and Swimming teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1989, 1990, 1991. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1991, 1992.

ELLA (WING SZE) LUK (1993-1994) KATRINA MAYALL (1983-1994)

School scholarship holder. School Prefect. Music Captain. Lucernian, Music and Year 11 committees. Morongo Student Council. Cloth Badge 1990. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Green Jumper (Music) 1992.

Academic symbols 1993. Music symbols 1993, 1994. School Debating. Senior Choir. Madrigal Choir. Flute Ensemble. Orchestra. Drama Productions "Annie" and "Puttin' on the Ritz". Basketball, Netball and Softball teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1989,1990, 1991, 1992, 1993. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989, 1992.

CLAIRE TOWART (1989-1994)

Senior Centre committee.

PRUE WAAYERS (1982-1983. 1989-1994)

NICOLE MEADOWS (1988-1994)

School Prefect. Lawson House Captain. Morongo Student Council. Cloth badge 1989. Junior Sport Award 1989. Half Colours 1991. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Green jumper (Sport) 1992. Swimming symbols 1992, 1993. Rowing Symbols 1994. Best and Fairest Netball team 10 1990. Senior Choir. Athletics, Basketball, Cricket, Netball, Rowing and Swimming teams.

Photography committee. Cloth Badge 1990. Flute Ensemble. Netball, Softball and Swimming teams.

SAMANTHA MICHALAK (1982-1994) School Prefect. Deputy School Captain. End of Year and Mid Year committees.

Morongo Student Council. Junior Sport Award 1990. Cloth badge 1991. Half Colours 1992. House Colours 1992, 1993, 1994. Senior Choir. Drama Production "Annie". Citizenship Award 1990. Intermediate Lucernian Prize 1992. Athletics, Basketball, Hockey, Netball, Softball and Tennis teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993. Merit Certificate Consistent Effort 1989, 1990, 1991, 1992.

ROBINA WESTBLADE (1993-1994)

Creative Arts and End of Year committees. Half Colours 1994. Orchestra. Jazz Ensemble. Drama Production "Puttin' on the Ritz". Netball team.

KAREN ZEEGERS (1989-1994)

Athletics and Netball teams. Merit Certificate Academic Achievement 1990.

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In the beginning there was darkness.

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?fie 'liar I2 's of 1994 wandered blindly around their new home, the Senior Centre, completely - dislocated by the presence of the microwave, refrigerator, stereo and working heaters. We possessed a new and intoxicating feeling of superiority - we were the oldest, we got to wear blue pullovers, and since we were (supposedly) stressed out, we could get away with screaming at the Nat- 7's for no reason, running out of classrooms crying, or becoming suicidal because there was no red cordial left. 'gy term two, we were beginning to experience real stress when the first round of CAT's were due. 'We all handfed this differently. Some worked- late into the night weeks before the due date, completing each section with care and finishing with a perfect A+ standard CAT. And then there were the others. We worked all through the night before the due date, overdosed on caffeine and had nervous breakdowns the _following day. 21 similar pattern emerged during the second round, but we were beginning to see the fight.

No-w we are about to leave it all behind us. Everyone is a little more tired- and a little more emotionally unstable, but we are all still alive.

Each oj us is glad to be finished, but also uncertain about what is to come.

In ending, there was a blinding tight, symbolizing freedom, success and The 'Future

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All swimmers showed expertise in the water, especially Melanie, who was the Year 11 Champion and Amber, the Runner-up.

We are a very sporting lot and most girls were involved in a variety of sports, including tennis, softball and the dreaded rowing. As we neared the end of Term 1, we once again showed our talent at the Athletics Sports. Special mention must be made of Fiona, our Champion and Jackie, the Runner-up.

The approaching Mid Year Dance occupied all of our thoughts, both in and out of class, in Term 2. When the big night finally arrived we showed just how good we can look when out of uniform, and accompanied by, shall I say, handsome young men?

Other highlights of 1994 include the House Music/Drama, House Debating and the never to be forgotten Calamity Jane.

Dominating the year were those wonderful Work Requirements and Assessment Tasks. We are so well- prepared for Year 12 that we shall settle into the Senior Centre without any problems at all. See you in 1995 when we shall be the V.C.E. class of Jubilee Year.

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We have many individual achievements including Aisha being a member of the State Junior Hockey team, Clare and Chev going to France and Sian, Tracey and Steph thrashing the socks off the competitors in the Rostrum Voice of the Future. Speaking of speaking, our C Grade Team 1 are the second best debaters in the State. Fiona is now officially one of the smartest mathematicians in Australia.

One of the highlights of our excursion calendar was the trip to the Ceres Energy Farm in Brunswick, where we learned to collect water from a small river. ( I said collect it not swim in it Alison A). We also learnt how to be energy efficient. For half a day we became African women. Even Mr. Malcolm managed this feat.

That's all for now. Signing off!

Sian Waruszynski and Sarah Cox

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Wollangarra was a scent of the outdoor air, We hiked and watched for snakes with care.

Ag. Hort. and Science Week, we viewed many places, Broadened our knowledge meeting professional faces.

Music blared at the Maximum dance Everyone searched for their ideal romance.

Cultural experiences were had by all, At Y.M.C.A. gym we climbed a rock wall.

A week in Melbourne has still to come Horizons widen for everyone.

We give thanks especially to our Ms. Hill For making Year 9 such a thrill.

Our journal helps us not to forget A Cultural Experience we'll never regret.

Olivia Romet and Koti Konkoly

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Year 8 had a very busy year, Visiting places far and near.

Going to Sydney was lots of fun, We boarded the plane, one by one.

In Sydney, were many things to see The Opera House, Harbour Bridge and Circular Quay.

For the rest of the year, there were things to be doll The cross country race was such a one; House Music/Drama was a great day, All were good. Lawson won anyway.

On August 23, visitors came to stay For another memorable Grandparents' Day. The rest of the year was just as full, With activities in and out of school.

Netball and hockey on Saturday And going to Fairhaven for a stay.

In the midst of this were classes to attend, And we feel so relieved that it's coming to an end!

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It was not long before we met our billets and began a week of non-stop fun. It was a different experience staying with another family and the hospitality was wonderful. Although we had a fantastic time in Sydney we were all relieved to be home and with Mum and Dad again.

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The horses galloping wildly WISH POEM from dawn till dark over the dusty plain, I wish I were to keep themselves cool.

A librarian Joanna Bromley Sorting through the card catalogue Year 4 Looking for some books Happily

METAPHOR POEM

The horses were stags Running down the mountain Like beggars in rags With their hoofs a-clopping Rebecca Wood Year 3

Katherine Swan Year 3

My Vending machine Covered with "Coke" logos Shows its goodies.

Hungrily waiting A treasure trove of food.

Tamzin Byrne Year 4 WISH POEM

I wish I were A unicorn Flying in the sky Prancing with the birds Gracefully.

Gemma Rogers Year 3

Horses Mare, Stallion Colts and Fillies Lovely little foals and Ponies and galloways and hacks Beautiful creatures Georgia Rogers Year 5

THE WITCH AND THE PRETTY GIRL Once upon a time there was a witch. She always wanted to have a daughter. One day she went to a shop and a man served her. He said to go down to a pretty garden and look for a bud of a rose. "Wait until the bud opens and inside you will find a beautiful princess. " The witch could not waste a minute. She took a bud and took it back to the castle. Then she got a vase.

Soon the bud opened and out popped a beautiful princess. The princess looked at the witch and said , "Why have you been so naughty?" The princess kissed the witch and the witch turned into a prince. Both of them got married and they lived happily ever after.

Ashlea Clifton Year 1 SOPHISTICATED LIST TINY FISH

Darting just out of reach, Swimming and fishing under the cloak, Hiding in schools under the seaweed, Being caught in buckets by small children, Lying on the sandy bottom for a rest, Eating in underwater caves, Catching a ride on a dolphin's back, Sitting happily on a pebble, Jumping on shallow waves, Ducking from splashing people.

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Cassandra Rigbye Year 6 Once upon a time there was a boy called Peter Pan. He lived in Princess Land. His friends were Princess Ashlea and Princess Mrs Taylor. They played night and day in The Princess Swimming Pool and they loved it very much. Sometimes they played in the spa because it was a bit too cold for the pool.

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We took a long, long time to get ready to go to Johanna Bay. We drove and drove and we saw waves splashing and crashing on hard vviT0 bol e the rocks. On our first day we went for a walk and we saw Year 4 to lx alvevaaa some baby calves. My favourite cow had a white spot on its Vibetb. saw a cocoailet'c head. I liked it because it was eating time. We saw a little lamb st4 elxt W eveicba fkice. lt Was tleaTly tisf‘e tos 1.oss t and two cock-a-doodle-doos. The lamb chewed my jacket cord. s aa‘iNNe puppet 9b0Vsl. '`‘ea 01\ tbe the We saw a fluffy rabbit with floppy ears too. ykippets.

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One night I woke to find a tiny voice speaking to me. It seemed Jessica Brow to come from the pillow right inside my head. I couldn't work Prep out whose voice it was. Then when it purred I knew it was Taffy. Then I woke up. I didn't know where I was but I did At the Famous Circus, circus people do famous acts. The recognise something. "Taffy!" I cried. I hugged her and asked ringmaster chose me to be the acrobat. "I like being the famous "Where am I?" "You are in heaven." I was puzzled. Seeing the acrobat," I said. I felt happy. expression on my face she purred "I couldn't come down to Sarah Leech F armers crops destroyed. earth to see you so I brought you to see me." "Thanks," I said, Year 1 L and destroyed. "but what will happen when my parents discover I'm gone?" .."\ 0 ver-flowing water.

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God made a beautiful world for you and me to share. He gave E arthquake shattering. us families, mummies, daddies, uncles and aunties. He gave us A valanche deafening. brothers, sisters, pets and trees. An egg is the symbol of new T hunder rumbling. life. Lots of friends, lots of celebrations everywhere. God made H ail pounding. us a beautiful world and we should all appreciate it. Jesus was E nvironments destroyed. crucified on Good Friday, hoping we could forgive and care for R escue party needed. each other. We should accept our differences. Everybody is different in a way.

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When I was ten I made this special toy. But everybody laughs at it except one boy. I call him Mouseted because he has a small body and a big head shaped like a ted.

Mouseted has a nice wriggly tail. His colour is quite pale.

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He has a snout like a pig He has a tail like a dog Brown fur like a cat And a brown mane like a horse.

He only licks and never bites, He eats fruit and nuts and never junk When I'm lonely and feeling sad I go to Mr Hig-Cog and he always makes me glad.

INSIDE THE GARDEN Marina Stefanovic Year 4

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MR NICK KNOCK Inside my beautiful garden, lots of flowers grow, Red, yellow, pink and blue, some as white as snow, He is not a dog.

Every single day I hear the birds chirping, In fact he is not an animal that people know about.

And every single night I hear the owls hooting.

His name is Mr Nick Knock.

He is the size of a worm but has huge ears.

In the very middle of my garden, He has sharp teeth like a lion but does not bite.

There stands a great big tree.

He is not mean or grumpy like some people are.

When I climb this tree, He is my Mr Nick Knock.

Pavika Jain Such a beautiful view I see.

A SILLY STORY Year 4

Fairy Iris Always good Iris is her name.

Rosy cheeks, Is very, very beautiful The beautiful beach, with its sand like gold, The clear blue water, very, very cold.

Everyone loves her Sally is her fairy friend. And every Autumn when all the leaves fall, I rake them up and jump on them all!

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I can't see the country because of the cities.

I can't see the class because of the students.

And I can't see this poem because of the words.

Amelia McBride Year 6

One night I woke to find a tiny voice speaking to me. It seemed to come from the pillow, right beside my ear. It whispered to me and it said: "Tomorrow you will be in a whole new world with me." The next morning when 1 woke I was in a different world. It seemed as long as the Amazon. It must have been fairy world. There was fairy candy, fairy balloons and fairy games. I turned around. There was a road to the Fairy Queen.

I was dying to meet her. I got into a carriage that led the way to the Fairy Queen. I found out that her name was Ellisiamm. She taught me millions of things and took me into the magic forest, read three stories and put fairy dust on me. Before I knew it I was back in my own bed.

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MY LIFE AS A TURTLE J es s cH 1 al.1l I am a turtle. At the beginning of my life, I was born. My mum and dad were turtles too. Did you know one of my ancestors was a great big dinosaur!!! My mum told me that. My dad told me to watch out for predators. I asked him what it meant, but he was talking to some other turtle. I asked my best friend turtle.

She said it meant yummy grass-hoppers. She said that it was a special type of grass-hopper, and you could only buy it in pet shops, and you had to ask for turtle predators, or they might give you scorpion predators. I went to the pet shop to buy some turtle predators. The man said 'Are you sure?' I said 'Of course I am . I wouldn't have asked otherwise.' Then he gave me a CROCODILE!! Ahhhhhh! My best friend is not MY best friend any more!! I never went back to that pet shop.

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THE COMPUTER PEOPLE One day after Class Four had been dismissed, Jack was editing a project that was due in the next day. Jack's project was on the new school computer. "Why won't it work?" said Jack banging the screen. He pressed the print button and banged it again.

Just then the printer started to spark, and his disk wouldn't stay in the drive. "Please work," said Jack. BANG! The computer screen exploded in his face. Jack was shocked. He ran out of the room with half of his unfinished project. As he walked home he thought of how much trouble he would be in. He had had five weeks to finish and he had not yet completed it. Not only that, but he had blown up the new school computer.

The next day Jack arrived at school early. He entered the school through a hole in the wire at the back of the playground. When he got to the classroom he saw something amazing. It was a village of little people about the size of your little finger. Jack went inside very slowly and quietly so that he wouldn't scare them away. "Excuse me," said Jack. "Who are you?" said a little man. "I'm Jack," said Jack. Jack was stunned as he watched the little men in their little clothes with their little boots on and with their little box of tools. They were fixing their home (the computer). "How would you like to come and live with me?" said Jack. "My sister has a lovely dolls house you could live in." "We would love to come and live with you Jack." So the computer peo I acked up their bags and lived happily in the dolls hous Philippa Fowler Year 5

Rebecca Saltmarsh Year 6

I really like to see, The early morning sunrise.

And the birds fly by, In the bright blue sky.

But getting up in the morning is a problem for me, As big as any problem can be.

Because my nice warm quilt, Is heavenly to me.

But the smell of sweet coffee, 13rewing in the pot.

Always wakes me up, Because it's a smell I like a lot.

Gayatri Jain Year 6 CHOCOLATE Chocolate is oh so neat, It has a taste that's oh so sweet.

It might be white it might be brown, It hardly ever brings a frown.

1 piece, 2 pieces, 3 pieces, 4, It makes you want to eat some more.

5 pieces, 6 pieces, 7 pieces, 8, You want a piece,?

Well , you're too late!

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Our day in the bush taught us how to cook damper and to make huts out of trees and bushes. Camps give us the chance to make friends with girls in other year levels. We learnt new skills and facts about the bush. We had a marvellous time Jennifer Selvidge Year 6 In the holidays I went to Africa. I saw my cousins and I stayed at my cousin's home and it was fun. My cousins had a swimming pool and they had two dogs and one cat.

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I wish I were An artist Painting the time away ,,‘' ) .9 All by myself dreaming .' c .

Quietly. ,<S, WHAT ARE DINOSAURS? Nicole Gerrard-Tan < Year 3 LI-) J::: Dangerous and ferocious Indeed scary beasts Not the friendliest animals Only some eat meat.

Stay away from them please As they are always mean Usually live on land Running very fast ...

Anita Esson Year 5 THE CARROT HEAD There's something in the cupboard That looks quite weird.

He is a yucky orange With a little beard.

I call him Mr Carrothead He never seems to bite He hides in the sugar bowl And gives me a fright.

Once upon a time there was a girl. She was a good girl and her name was Jane. One day Jane went to a party and she met a wicked witch dressed up as a friendly girl. She turned Jane into a frog! The next day the tooth fairy came to Jane's rescue and turned her back into a little girl and told the wicked witch that she should never pretend to be a little girl again.

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We haven't got a mouse So we can't give it a pat, But we have got something.

It lives in our back yard.

It has a cat's face But a dog's tail It has a horse's back And bird's feet I call it the pittykitty.

Aimee Leech Yea r 4 WISH POEM I wish I were A rider In a grassy paddock Riding in the sunset Gracefully.

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Once upon a time there was a Princess and she went outside to play with her golden ball. Then she saw a frog sitting on a iog.

Later on in the day, Mary's mother had to go shopping. She She said , "What is your name?" The frog said, "My name is Jessica Low told Mary to take care of herself and to be careful. Mary became Sam." Year 1 hungry and wished for something to eat. She was holding the magic penny when she wished for something to eat.

I'm so excited because Easter is coming up. I have coloured in an Easter egg. I'm going to put it on the window. When the Suddenly, Mary was in Lollie Land. Mary gasped in wonder. bunny comes the window will look pretty.

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There were trees with sweets wrapped in rainbow coloured Year 1 MY JOURNAL paper, a milkshake river, licorice vines hanging from tree to tree with lollipops dangling from them. Cakes were sitting on silver Georgina Young Friday 22 and Saturday 23 April trays that were on bushes and besides that, lollies were Year 4 everywhere!

On Friday my family and I set out to go to Sale. We started out nicely but when we reached the Westgate Bridge Dad noticed From then on when Mary needed anything at all, she held the that the swags had come out of the trailer. So we had to go all magic penny and wished for what she wanted. So as you can the way back home to look for them. We looked for a long time see, Mary was a happy girl for the rest of her life and she kept but couldn't find them. Finally we went back home for two the magic penny in a little china shoe. hours sleep. At 3.30am on Saturday we got up again to go to Sale. We eventually arrived but it was a long trip!

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Long, long ago tigers were all yellow. They were told not to play near freshly painted things. One day a tiger was so tired he forgot what his mother had told him and went to sleep under a fresh black painted bridge. When he woke up he found himself covered in black stripes. His mother was furious and tried to wash off the stripes but they would not come off. That is why tigers have their stripes.

Stefanie Strauss

Once upon a time there was a fairy in fairyland. She was a caring fairy. When the fairies were ill she cared for them. They liked her very much. As for the fairy, she was very tired at the end of the day.

Briana Lyne if Year 2 FOSTERING CHILDREN - A GOO IDEA OR NOT?

Year 3 At the circus I love being the security guard. I open the door and let all the people come in. When the circus ends I open the door and all the people go home and have a cup of tea.

I think that it is a good idea to foster children because if they are being abused they can come into a safe home. If they are on the street and have nothing to do, they can be supported by the Welfare Society. They will be given clothes and the foster parents Stephanie Hussen GEE WIZZ! will be given money to look after them. However, if the children Year 1 don't like the foster parent, the Welfare Society can help decide We have a funny thing at home, which is the best situation for the child and the parents. I think We don't know what it is. the foster parer:ts progra m m e is worthwhile so t h at t h e children It may have come from Mars, : r:the ir real parents ca n establish a better life for themselves So we call it now Gee Wizz! and their family.

It has two wings and five bald heads, We like you vp Rebecca Robertson And three short tails as well, no h e to go u n a nd wiii ni Year 5 It's long and fuzzy, very fat!

Kaela Ma rtei iss you a jur.wlsh MOUSE ia (He has a bad, bad smell). yo u d id I'm soft and grey, We'll have to say goodbye to him, COUNTDOWN and rather small.

He's splitting into four, I like to crawl on We don't know which is our Gee Wizz One shark swimming by, 6 the kitchen floor.

If it splits up anymore!

Two suns shining high, I live in a cage for Rachel Fields Three whales jumping waves, most of the day, Year 4 Four starfish exploring caves, but love it when it's Five seals taking pills, time to play. My owner Six crabs doing drills, loves me forever and a day.

Seven pearls in the sand, Can you guess what I am?

Eight turtles near land, Nine flathead saying woo, Penelope Finch \ Ten coral swaying too.

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I am a herbivore or I could be a carnivore.

EASTER

I can walk or fly.

Hunting for Easter eggs Delicious dark chocolate Celebrate with family Share a scrumptious feast.

Easter is here, Easter is here, This all children know.

Annabelle Crawford Year 3

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Renee Dunstan Year 6 O n top of a hill look over our world, U nder the trees in the shade, R un on the soft leaves and feel them crunch under your feet, E njoy the clean, fresh air, N ew buds sprouting on the blossom trees, V ast landscapes of thick forests, I n dense forests hear the trees whispering your name, R ace against the cool, soft, breeze, O nly too many people pollute our world, N o, we're not having our world like this any longer, M any people pollute, people like you, E nd pollution in our world, N ow the world shall join together, T o make our environment a better place.

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Amy Grayland Year 3

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I love you and that shall be.

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MORONGO EARLY LEARNING CENTRE Every year brings new and exciting challenges in the early childhood field. This year we ventured forth into the computer world. The many and varied programs for young children have added another dimension to early childhood education. The introduction of Chinese was embraced wholeheartedly by the children and the singing of many Chinese songs was a feature of the lessons.

Highlights throughout the year have included a performance

by Michael Quarrel of Playcan, a visit to the local fire station and an excursion to the Performing Arts Centre to see Franciscus Henri. A comprehensive road safety program was introduced.

Special days such as Open Day, and Grandparents' Day, together with sausage sizzles, have enabled many relatives and friends to keep in close contact with the children. Their support has been greatly valued and appreciated by these young children.

Team work is a very important factor when working with young children and I would like to express my sincere thanks to Mrs. Jenny Hawkins, Mrs. Wendy Cooke and Mrs. Bronwyn Thomas for their support, which has resulted in a most rewarding year for us all.

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Like a predator at night, I prowled into the woods, Hording my dim torch in one hand and clutching my lucky bracelet in the other.

My torch went out and I stood rooted to the ground.

Fear joined me there while my heart pounded against my chest and rose to my throat.

It was late in the season and we were droving the last mob of cattle back to the station yards. I could see the big black clouds in the distance threatening to dump centimetres of water on to the plains. Once the creeks and channels started to flood there would be no movement until next year. It was soon to be the beginning of the Wet Season and there was a pay bonus to all the men if we got the cattle to the yards before the rain began.

There were only a few days left and I was not sure whether we would make it in time but I went on hoping so that we could all be a little richer this year. Night was approaching rapidly and it was just about time to call it a day when the first thunder clap of the season echoed over head. Nothing spooks cattle more than thunder and lightning.

I clutched the bracelet ever so tightly and felt my breath grow rapid.

I saw the flickering of fight through the tears in my eyes.

I knew I had reached my destination.

I wiped the tears stinging my eyes, I looked at the bracelet in my hand and thanked my mother for giving it to me.

I was faced with the choice to stay where we were and have the cattle run in all directions or to somehow drive them the last kilometres to the yard. I asked my mate , Dusty, what he thought.

"Why not? Let's give it a go."

So we headed the cattle towards the yards at a tremendous pace, with shouts and yells, whip cracking and lightning hitting the trees in the background. It was frightening but I concentrated on keeping the cattle on track. We were like a charging cavalry approaching the enemy. Finally I could see the yards in the distance. I made the cattle go faster with more whip cracks and yells. It was not frightening any more: it was thrilling.

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I could see the men running to open the gates of the yard. It seemed like forever and ,at the last minute, the cattle looked like turning away but Dusty, with a mighty crack of his stock whip, louder than thunder, headed the leaders into the yard.

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The boss just stood there in amazement.

I know it was all my fault. People say it wasn't, but that is just to make me feel better. I know I should not have disobeyed my mother and father, but it was Sally's and my favourite place to go after school. "It's too dangerous," my father would say and I was constantly warned by my mother that one of us would get hurt. Of course, Sally and I would still go there because we thought that nothing could ever happen to us.

That was the hardest bonus we ever earned.

Susy Dixon Year 7

We would run hiding from each other in the long grass, behind trees, in the berry bushes and in the best place of all, the old dead tree. Sometimes we grew tired of hiding and we would sit in the tree and tell each other stories.

AUTUMN Autumn. Leaves will fall, drifting to the ground; Yellow, red, orange and brown.

Colourful sunsets appear in autumn sky; The grass a lush green, Blue skies. Mornings are brighter, And so am I.

This all ended one day when we were playing hide and seek. It was Sally's turn to hide; I was counting...One...Two...Three... when I heard a cracking noise. I looked around to see where the noise was coming from but I could not work it out. Then I had a feeling that almost made me sick. The noise was coming from the old dead tree. I ran towards it; 1 knew Sally was hiding in it as she always did. I was only about two hundred metres away but I seemed to be running for hours. I reached the tree and saw Sally's arm reaching out of the hole as if she were trying to grab hold of something or someone to save her.

The air is crisp, clean, clear and smells fresh; Birds are twittering.

The breeze makes the grass ripple like water, People venture outdoors.

Autumn is one of the best times of the year.

I stood unable to breathe. I had killed my best friend. Sally would not have died if I had listened to and obeyed my parents but I thought I knew better.

Kathryn Vardy Year 8

Everyone says it is not my fault. But I know it is.

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SHUTTERS I am wanted then rejected, warm then cold, human then animal, inside then out...

Yesterday I imagined for a moment, just a moment, that I was living in the house and that the white people were my servants.

Oh, how I ordered them about! They would fetch my dinner and dust my shoes. They would rush to any scrap on the carpet before I was within a foot. Not long did it last however, for the fantasy was quickly destroyed when I was told by Mrs. Strahan 'to hurry up and finish her toenails'.

BOY His eyes were downcast and his large wea therbea ten hands fumbled around for a bit, then found their home, down in pockets that were fraying at the edges.

Each and every day, at dawn, I am allowed into the house, My duties range from grooming (and I might add it can be an unsightly task!) to scrubbing the kitchen floor or the birds' cage.

My legs ache by noon and my once soft skin is now old and crackly. The Strahans have no respect for me at all. Of course, 'neither they should, I'm just their aboriginal maid'.

An invitation was offered, for him to take a step into an unknown environment.

Sweat began to glisten on the bridge of his classically moulded nose. His acceptance of the new surroundings was visible only in a small smile that had crept along his lips.

Since I was seven years old, I have been the servant of this cruel family. I was taken away from my mother at the age of two and raised as a white. A white which I am not.

His lean body made its way along a dim hallway and he almost swaggered but, with the long strides that he made, it was obvious that there was not any time to dawdle, or ,more to the point, to put something off that was inevitable. Yes, there was definitely an urgency in his walk.

Each and every day, at dusk, I am shut out. The Strahans fold back the heavy wooden shutters so that I cannot see in. I often wonder what they do while I am not inside. I think they eat their scrumptious dinner, which I cook before I am exiled.

I walk to my tiny cell on the eastern side and, after I sit on my wooden bench, I chew my bread in the cold. I try to imagine that I am inside by the fire, struggling with the roast chicken, and singing songs. But while my body quivers outside, my mind quivers inside me. I hear them laughing and I am sure they are laughing at my people. They love to tell the story of how they shot my father while he was defending us.

He passed through a doorway. His swagger stopped. He looked around at his bare surroundings and what was presented before him sent a spine-tingling shiver through his body. Concern crept into his face as he listened intently to the continuous dull thump that was drawing closer, very close, but invisible. Then this sound was joined by another. All of a sudden he chuckled to himself. It was his own heartbeat that made the second sound.

The heartbeat was echoing around the enclosed room.

I am their servant. I am their means of taking out frustrations, but too, I am their spark for a laugh. I walk round and round the house some nights and try to peer in through small crevices between the windows and the heavy bluestones. But I have almost given up looking for something interesting and curious.

I will always be outside.

There was a small scratching sound behind him. He spun around and flung open the old wooden door. He did not know what to expect - maybe something fierce. But no. Instead a white-uniformed woman entered the room. Her eyes gave no answers and she simply signalled him to follow. To where, he did not know but he would surely find out soon. They passed through the doorway. The door's dull thud as it shut sounded final. A long corridor, spotless, was the pathway to the entrance of knowledge and it loomed up ahead like the end of the world.

His large palms began to feel cold and clammy and a knot was slowly beginning to tie itself at the top of his throat.

The white people now rule our land. I have only distant images of my life as a free person. What troubles me most is that I have neither world. When they want me inside, I am there. When the shutters close, I have only my imagination.

Kelly Hughes Year 9

Being led into another room, he stopped, taking in all that was there. Although dark circles outlined her beautiful eyes and her face was somewhat haggard, his feeling of love overwhelmed him. A huge smile broke out on his face. The forgotten white-uniformed figure left silently, sensing the need for privacy. He sat at the edge of her bed not knowing exactly what to say.. Her eyebrows were raised as she whispered,"A boy!"

STREET KIDS' HAVEN Light is shinging from the darkness Where the sun is settling down, Blue sky is no longer bright At this time of night.

Lights from every home Show peace and warmth: But the kids on the street Have no place to rest.

Kids on the street Shivering in the cold, Depending on luck To find a place for 'home'

As they embraced, both knew nothing else needed to be said.

Meredith Slow Year 11

Jinee Wee Year 9

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SUPERSTITIONS Come Christabel, my lover dear And whisper in my loving ear Of tales and titterings you hear And presentiments that leer On this stormy night.

NEVER-NEVER LAND As I opened the stained glass front door and stood in the entrance hall, I felt as if the house had grown smaller: maybe I had grown bigger. It has only been six months since my last visit, but nothing seems the same. The rooms have a musty odour, like an old chest that has not been opened for years. Yellowing sheets cover what furniture is left, a layer of dust gathering on them. All the personal touches that distinguished the house as her home have vanished. The plastic flower arrangement in the hall stand, that greeted all who entered, was not there to greet me. Her cherished statues that stood guard above the fireplace have gone and the salt and pepper shakers, shaped like frogs on a lily pond, were not on the table, ready for my visit.

Fairies are out and about, out there, Looking for our teeth. Oh, where?

We hide them there! We hide them there!

In our mouths our talk they bear And chatter coldly with our laughter.

The spider weaves her web of fear, Catching flies that dare come near In her web, so precious ,dear Flies, through that web, at death they peer, Hanging in our parlour.

The hallways and ligh-ceilinged rooms are empty, lonely and cold without her, without her possessions, which only in their absence, seem significant. Years of memories exist in this house.

Many a Christmas was had, waking up in the morning to find a pile of presents on the hearth. I can remember hot summer days, when we ran through the sprinkler in the backyard; all those nights when my Nan would take me and a torch to visit the outside toilet; the days when I would clamber up the apple tree in search of the perfect apple. I can even remember sitting patiently on the bathroom step, where I would have my drink, just in case I spilt it. Everything about this house brings the memories flooding back.

In black she calls and in bla( k she kills, In black fabric woven in her mills, Black magic enough for all your thrills, As dust settles on the window sills And time flies out the windows.

The demons of the peacock's eyes, Mischief-making our demise, Hiding behind a beautiful guise Kill you softly with their lies Of how something so lovely could be so terrible.

She has not lived here for six months and, in that time, she has grown old. Her face now has a wrinkled, leathery complexion and the curl has gone out of her silvery hair. All her energy seems to have been sapped from her, like a used battery. She cannot keep up with me anymore. I always believed that she had more energy than I had; she could run circles round me.

But her running days are over now as she struggles behind a walking frame. it is hard to imagine the bubbly person she used to be, but now away from her never-never land, she is an old, old lady.

Oh Christabel, my child you are, The loveliest of all - by far!

Koti Konkoly Year 9

The wallpaper has started to go brown and peel, the floor creaks, the curtains are fading and the carpet is badly worn. It has seen more smiles and more tears than I am likely to see in my lifetime. Sixty years of living have taken their toll on the house.

It has been sold to a young couple who are planning to knock it down and rebuild.

MY SPECIAL PLACE My own special place is somewhere I go to relax. All about me there are eucalyptus trees, gathered together like a big family.

In Spring, my place has lush green grass and colourful flowers of pink, red, purple, yellow and orange. All have wonderful scents. There is a rabbit burrow in one corner and a channel near by. If you listen very quietly, you can hear the water rush past. In Winter, my place is still very green, but very cold. If the sun comes out, you can sit on the grass and listen to the water in the channel dancing in freedom.

I have never had to say goodbye to something that has meant so much to me. I say my last farewell and, as I walk down the path, I am afraid to turn back in case my tears distort the picture of Nanna's house.

Kirsty Gibb Year 12

When summer comes, my friends and I go to my special place to swim and then we have lunch under the shade of the tall eucalypts and pines. The severe heat brings out the powerful scent of the spectacular flowers. As we eat we are surroundied with the perfume of jasmin . A cool vibrant sensation results when you jump into the sparkiling running water and it stays with you for the rest of the day as you sit on the grass picking tiny fairy buttons and yellow daisies, which grow in clumps of thousands and smell like sweet sugar.

THE FAIRY ROSE The soft pink velvety petals and the bright green leaves of the Fairy rosettes move with the wind as the faint perfume of pepper stays within the cluster of roses. As you hold the rose, the tiny red thorns brush against your fingers. The yellow - tipped stamens are hardly noticed, hiding in the centre of the rose amongst the petals.

A swim upstream is cooling. I stand with my feet on the slippery pebbles and feel the muddy clay. In my hands it is like jelly and reminds me of dinner, so I head for home, leaving my special place until another day.

Regan Anderson Year 8

Katie Butcher Year 8

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CHECKMATE "And Mother, where does the horse go?"

"Knight dear, it's called a knight. Like King Arthur. Or you can call it a rook squares from each side."

they go on the back rows on the third

I sighed. For months...years now, the chessboard had gazed unblinkingly at me from its hiding place in the sideboard. It seemed I could always feel its unwavering, penetrating eyes questioning at my back. Its presence was always felt, there in the back of my mind, though I never wanted to admit it. My daughter had now dragged it, this evening, from its resting place.

"Mother!...MOTHER!" I was startled back into reality. "How do you play, Mother?"

"Not now...later maybe, when you are ready" "I am ready!" Her voice was no longer persuasive. Its rashness reminded me of the times I demanded that my mother tell me a story before bedtime. I followed my daughter to her room and began to tell her something of my youth as I remembered it.

Up north, past Cairns, there is a beach that the tourists have not yet discovered. Well, at least they had not discovered it until recently, when the Japanese built a golf course behind it. The swaying patchwork of rustling cane made way for the lush, greener pastures of millionaire entertainment. There was a piece of land that connected the links to the beach, but it was privately owned.

Only a few acres, densely populated with bandicoots and palm trees. The beach side was fringed with fallen coconuts; another border was a meandering creek bed with a resident crocodile. Caravans crouched in secluded overgrown corners, camouflaged by shawls of vibrant bougainvillea. Inside, hippies stayed on for indefinite periods, rent free. And somewhere amongst the towering palms, Cadjiput, the house, merged from the undergrowth to the middle storey of semi-rainforest.

It was a miracle that it even managed to stay upright. A concoction of junk yard salvages and rubbish tip finds, it was home to numerous chess boards, millions of evil green ants and ...my grandfather.

I travelled to Cairns the day after my eighteenth birthday, fresh from winning the junior national chess championship and full of pride, exhilaration and life. I had not ever been to Cairns and had never met my grandfather and I had many varied pictures of what to expect. The journey was my parents' gift and when I arrived in Cairns I was astonished at the beauty of the place. My grandfather did not meet me at the airport and I had to find my own way to Clifton Beach. At the end of a long walk down a palm-lined avenue, I reached my destination. My grandfather did not greet me, did not say a word. The board was laid out in front of him. I was white; my move.

The game lasted, I think, a week ...it was difficult to say, time moved so quickly. But in those seemingly short hours, I learned more of my grandfather and of myself, than I felt possible to learn in a lifetime. On the seventh evening, the overdue monsoonal rain began to patter on the tin roof. The trees outside swished with increasing ferocity at the vulnerable walls. The storm began to build around us as the tension of our game increased. Loose creepers lashed at the windows and dead palm fronds clattered as the wind swept them from their holdings. Time began to move more slowly, in rhythm with the dripping of the rain through the leak above my head. Outside it raced on ignorant to our significant game.

"Granddaughter, checkmate!"

The eye of the storm hit. The beams began to strain under the pressure of the gale. I tore blindly across the verandah, down the saturated stairs and along the now invisible path to the beach. The ocean roared at me, the phosphorescence of the waves flashing accusingly as they crashed at my feet. I roared back. Never had I lost a Game. Never.

They found me the next morning curled up inside an old driftwood log. I was apparently lucky to have survived. Was I? They handed me a rattling wooden box and a folded chequered board.

"Incredibly this is all that is left of the house. Sorry....sorry 'bout your Grandad."

My parents came and collected me from the hospital. I never did return.

"Mother, where are you going?"

"Wait here darling." On the way back from the living room, chessboard clasped in hand, I paused by the telephone book to note down the number of the travel agent.

Tamsin Crocker Year 12

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THE PERFECT BABY SITTER

explained to me that she needed five dollars out of the emergencey money jar for a school excursion. When situations like this arise, Mum has given us permission to use the emergency money. While I was getting the five dollars, I counted the money in the jar. There worked out to be fifty dollars. I noticed that Jamie had drawn a small squiggle on one of the twenty dollar notes. He did it last week when he was bored, but the note was still acceptable Margaret seemed to be staring at me with her hawk eyes as if I were doing something wrong, but I thought it was just my imagination.

When Mum started working late on her new job, us kids had to look after ourselves. Y'know what I mean? Frozen dinners every night, housework and homework, and I, being the eldest, having to take charge of my three year old brother, Jamie, and my little sister, Shelley.

Jamie is your typical three-year-old-boy; his life revolves around toy trucks, sleeping and Vegemite. Shelley thinks she is the best thing since sliced bread (most eight-year-olds do) and she wants to be a famous ballerina, someday. Then there's me, Ally.

You could call me a fourteen-year-old tomboy.

Margaret didn't talk much - only the occasional grumble or order - but she sat and read with a scowl on her face. She even told us "I don't like children much, so if you don't get in my way I won't get in yours." We all looked at each other, stunned.

Jamie whispered to me that he didn't like mean old grannies and Shelley's face said it all. Margaret put Jamie and Shelley to bed and then Mum came home. After Margaret left, I told Mum that Margaret was weird and seemed to be hiding something.

Mum said it was 'highly unlikely'.

Jamie and Shelley still believe that Dad is on a holiday and will be coming back soon, but I know the truth. He's left us, for good. All I remember of the night that he left us is that there was a lot of arguing between him and Mum over something and Mum was crying for hours afterwards. The next day he was gone.

I suppose you could say that I'm acting as the role of Mum to Shelley and Jamie, but someone has to help Mum out.

Next day after school, we were sitting at home with Margaret when an Avon lady came to our door. Margaret was quite interested and ended up buying some wrinkle cream (she sure needed it ). I watched her as she pulled out twenty dollars from her purse to pay for the cream. On the note I saw a small squiggle, just like the one Jamie had drawn on the emergency money. I immediately ran to the jar and checked. Sure enough, twenty dollars was missing!! My suspicions were confirmed.

Margaret had stolen the money. How would I explain to Mum? Would she believe me? She didn't.

It was decided that every day after school I would pick Jamie and Shelley up from kindergarten and primary school and then walk home. This wasn't a problem until the day I was held back after Maths class for failing my last test. I tried to explain to the teacher, Mr. Briggins, about my after school duties but he would not listen. There was nothing I could do. All I could think of was how Jamie and Shelley would be standing there waiting for me and their worried faces when I did not arrive. I can't even remember one thing Mr. Briggins told me; I was too worried and my eyes were blurred with tears. I just nodded, pretended to understand and, as soon as he had finished, I grabbed my bag and fled from the room.

A few nights later, when Mum came home from work, she found Margaret rummaging through her jewellery box. She was just putting some of the jewellery into her handbag. "Just what do you think you are doing?" Mum asked sharply. Margaret was dumbfounded. All she could do was stare solemnly at her feet. She didn't even try to make up an excuse. Mum demanded that she put the jewellery back and that she replace the missing twenty dollars. Margaret even admitted taking it! Then Mum kicked her out of our house threatening that, if she came back, she would call the police.

My stomach felt as though it was sinking lower and lower, right down to my feet. I just kept on running. When I finally reached the school, no-one was there. I shouted 'Jamie! Shelley!' but there was no response. I ran around the school shouting but there was still no answer. I raced home, crying along the way and wondering if they had been kidnapped. Were they lost?

These thoughts were too terrible to imagine. Anything could have happened to them and it was all my fault.

That was the last we heard of the 'perfect babysitter'. After that incident, Mum decided to find a different job that was for a few hours a day only, so that she could spend more time with us and I could concentrate on my Maths.

Arriving home, I ran inside to ring the police, when, to my relief, I saw Jamie and Shelley sitting on the couch in front of the television. Jamie had been crying and Shelley did not look too happy. I ran towards them and gave them both a big hug.

Jamie blubbered, "You lost us, Ally," and Shelley explained how she could not remember the way home at first, but they started walking and managed to find it. Jamie sobbed, "We thought you was dead." I hugged them again, told them what had happened and made us all some dinner. It didn't take Mun long to find out what had happened. She was upset but also relieved that we were all okay.

Kate Michalak Year 9 ELVES' SONG Mountains tall and rivers a-running, In the land of goblins cunning.

Come, come down to the valley, Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! Tra- la- laliy.

Where dwarfs march and dragons fly, That is where our home does lie.

Come, come where it is jolly, Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! Trill -Iil- lolly.

Once Jamie and Shelley were in bed, Mum had a talk to me and explained that, while she was disappointed with me, she realised that I probably failed my Maths test because of my extra duties at home. The she broke the news. "I have decided to get you a babysitter." I didn't like the idea, but I had to live with it.

Through day and night we sing our song, Come on in and join the throng.

Come, come have fun in the valley, Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! Tra- la- lally.

Next morning, Mum made many phone calls and managed to find what she was sure would be 'the perfect babysitter'. That day, after school, was the first time we met Mrs. Green. She was an old woman, about seventy, with silky grey hair and wrinkled skin. She looked as though she had just stepped out of an op-shop, but she seemed quite friendly

The valley is green and the sky is blue, Let us feast and party too.

Come, come and be jolly, Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! Trill -1i1- lolly.

On the walk home, she introduced herself as Margaret and explained that she had a few rules. She expected us to be have like adults. No nonsense, and she wanted us to help with the housework and to always remember our manners. That night, I was at the dinner table doing my homework when Shelley

Amanda Strijer Year 8 62

movie, but rather that give the spiteful woman his money, he just walked past the tired-looking ticket collector. Once inside, he settled himself down into the velvety chair. This was one place where he did not have to read or write unless he was interested in the credits. The movie started and, to Billy's dismay, white words were flashed up along the bottom of the Billy screen. The actors were talking gibberish. Subtitles. slunk out of the theatre like a cat in disgrace.

EIGHTEEN, ILLITERATE, AND BLACK He was your normal everyday Aussie, with one problem. He could not read or write.

Bill was aboriginal. Hanging off his thin body was a T-shirt that had the Aboriginal Flag across it. The shorts he wore were red, his thongs grubby from years of walking in the dust.

His childhood had been spent in Manyallaluk, Northern Territory. As he walked down the suburban road, he thought back. He was the eldest of four children and, being the only boy, he was expected to stay home and help around the house.

He had never had the chance to go to school, whereas his three younger sisters had. Therefore Billy had never learned to read or write.

Then he became angry.

Damn it! Why did he have to be the oldest? Why couldn't he read? Damn his parents! They don't know what it is like! Why didn't they tell him that trying to survive in Melbourne when you are eighteen, illiterate and black would be living hell. Billy kicked the rubbish bins, punched walls and swore. Swore he would go home.

He had moved to Fitzroy, Victoria, ( or the Big Smoke as Mum had liked to call it) two months ago, simply because not much was happening in Manyallaluk. He never realised how hard it would be to make the move without the skill of reading.

Children's mouths dropped open. Women shook their heads and men went to restrain him. He looked down at his bloodstained hands and cried, not because he was illiterate, but because he was alone.

Today he was going into Melbourne City to find a job and run some errands. Unable to drive he had to catch the bus. As he neared the bus stop problem one occurred. He could not read the destination on the front of the bus. After about half an hour, a short, ageing woman, wearing fluffy pink slippers, a pink track suit and too much make-up glided up.

He cleaned his hands and started to walk, with his head down.

He walked not knowing where he was and not caring. He was a stranger in this town. It was out to get him. Everywhere he turned there was something else to remind him that he was different. He lifted his head and stared into a library. Through the windows he saw shelves of books, containing adventures he would never know.

"Hello there Dear. And how are we today?" she cooed.

"Fine," he replied, and seeing his chance he took it. "Where are you going?"

Then it struck him He could do cleaning. He had spent much of his life cleaning the home and it did not require reading or writing.

"Oh, just into town to do some shopping. My George has run out of foot ointment. Terrible corns has my George."

It was quiet inside. So quiet it shocked him. He walked up to the desk.

Luckily for Billy, at that moment the bus pulled up and they both boarded, Billy making sure he sat away from the pink woman.

"I'm here for a job," he said.

A young girl turned around and stared at him through small glasses.

When Billy arrived in town he was not sure which street he was in but that did not matter. They all looked the same anyway.

As he walked down the street, he was handed a pamphlet. Not wanting anyone to know his disability, he pretended to read and show interest. Luckily no-one noticed that the pamphlet was upside down. He headed towards the shop that looked like a supermarket. It was, but no matter how hard he pushed on the door it would not budge. Was it locked? But he then saw there were people inside. A boy of about fourteen came up behind him.

"How interesting. Most people come here for a book," she smiled. "But we do have a job, doing children's story time."

"No, that wouldn't be suitable." This time he did not care what she thought of him. "I can't read but I can clean."

She stared at him. "You can't read?"

"I just said that, but I would like a job cleaning the library!"

"Do you want to read?" she asked.

"Can't you read?"

"What?" Billy said, wondering how this boy knew.

The thought had never really occurred to him as he thought it was too late.

"It says PULL, you moron." With that, he shoved past an embarrassed Billy.

"Yeah," he replied.

She sniffed and thought to herself. A moment later she looked at him again.

Once inside the supermarket, Billy produced his shopping list.

Unlike most people's lists, this was made up of pictures. There was a chicken, eggs, a coffee cup, a milk carton and other necessities. He did not like to buy fancy dinner things, as he could not read the recipe books or instructions.

"I can't imagine what it is like not to read, so I'll make a deal with you. You clean the library and I'll teach you to read."

"Okay," he said. Then he grinned.

Shopping finished, Billy then set about his real reason for coming to town. He needed a job. He wandered down many streets; slowly, but surely, his self confidence plummetted.

He had been to a shoe store, but that job required him to read the names of shoes on the side of the boxes. He pleaded with the lady at the cinema to let him be an usher. Her words stung him.

Five weeks later, Billy's parents received a letter.

"Sorry Mate, you need to be white. Otherwise we'd lose you in the dark."

Simone Mitchell Year 9.

Dear Muni and Dad, You'll neva gess what.

I'm cleaning the Library....

He began to feel homesick. At least when he was home he felt he belonged: here he was just another face in the streets.

He decided that, while he was at the cinema, he would see the

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TILL DEATH US DO PART...

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Longing for the words To unite us, To bond us.

Love will flow freely between us.

I can feel it beginning An occasional smile, A shv hello, A slight brush against the shoulder.

Was that twitch a wink?

I now pronounce you man and wife.

I can feel it happening.

Dinner for two, Flickering candles, Champagne, Whispers.

Walking 'because I enjoy your company', Flowers 'because 1 want to see you again', Presents 'because I love you'.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

The words have been spoken.

Together now, The honeymoon, Annoying habits.

The silly arguments, The first slap, The hidden temper, Revealed - a metamorphosis.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

The wariness, The distrust, The fear.

A shove 'because you're hopeless', A punch 'because you're slow', A kick 'because you're ugly', Rape 'because I own you'.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

The words Were they real?

Does he love me?

He does. I must deserve it.

Endure it 'because I'm sorry', Cover it 'because I'll never do it again', Stay 'because you're my wife'.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

The words Reverbera te.

Punish me.

Break me.

Nowhere else to go, No one else will have me.

He loves me.

The beating A small price to pay.

Claire Hindmarsh Year 12

LOSS Although the eucalypt at the bottom of the block is seventeen years old ( young in comparison to those surrounding it ), it is much taller than the others. The tree was planted in the year I was born, and I was always certain the reason for its majestic height was that it was special. My father told me later that it grew quickly because it stands in the path of the septic tank effluent which runs out when somebody has a shower.

It was special to me. It made me feel comfortable and secure the tree never lied, never broke promises and it would always listen. When I was much younger than I am now, I would confess all to the tree and it would murmur soft words of advice, its leaves rustling in the salty breeze. I would lie beneath it with the coarse bush grass scratching at my back and the cacophony of crickets and birds and possums echoing in my ears. But I could always hear the tree. I would listen for hours. The eucalypt was part of me; a refuge and sanctuary. It was the holder of my deepest secrets and the counsellor of my problems.

When my father chainsawed the tree's lower branches off, it was as,if my own limbs were being amputated. I cried ceaselessly. I could hear it screaming in agony and I felt a horrible sense of guilt for letting the disaster happen. My father looked at me in pure disbelief and true concern and told me abruptly to calm down. I didn't talk to him for a week. I would walk down the block and touch the tree's wounds, begging forgiveness. The scars still remain, mottled and brown as if on the skin.

At around the age of thirteen it was no longer considered normal behaviour to converse with native flora. This is probably why, at this time in my life, I began to visit the tree less and less frequently. My past association with it was remembered with shameful embarrassment. An eternity passed, during which I forgot about the tree and became involved with the 'more important' Aspects of life. The tree was a vague recollection pushed to the back of my mind because of the humiliation associated with it. It was 'just a tree' and I was a girl with 'important things to do'. That was the excuse I made to myself.

I visited the tree for the first time in four years a few weeks ago.

My mind was filled with things to tell it and questions to ask, but somehow the magic had gone away. I could no longer talk to it. The tree looked down at me, a little taller, a little older, and a little sadder, but the rustling of its leaves no longer made words, just meaningless sounds. The same breeze was blowing, the crickets and birds and possums still cried out, but something had changed.

It saddened me to realise that I had let go of something special because I was frightened of what people might say. The tree had been an emotional outlet for me, but now, when I need it most, the magic is gone. For some time afterwards I tried to understand why I had lost my bond with the tree; why I had allowed myself to separate with an intrinsic part of my life. It was something which I was never fully aware of at the time, something deep within my sub-conscious.

Maybe I just grew up.

Nerissa Kamp Year 12

TWILIGHT'S INNOCENCE

During times of worry blending into adult years, The sky seems always grey.

Life's complexities draw many tears.

As the sunshine scuttles away.

HOMELESS CHILDREN The ideal home has two perfect parents, two or three children and a dog. It is a place of security and a haven from everyday hassles and problems. But for children who live on the streets, this is just a fairytale.

Remember the innocent years when life was bright, In the privacy of your dreams.

My year's diary basks in candle-llight, As I visualize what it seems.

Over 70,000 youths in Australia are homeless and the main cause of it is at home. Small things can trigger parents who are alcoholic or violent, to resort to violence, to perhaps release pressure from work or even to seek pleasure from watching others suffer. It is usually the children or mothers who suffer.

Statistics show that 53.8% of females and 25.8% of males who leave home do so because of violence. One home in three has violent conflicts.

While I'm falling through time and far distant space, Two childish images form.

My friend and I by a stream, dressed in lace, To the sunshine we are drawn.

My sunny youth, dressed in ribbons and curls, The sparkle in my father's eyes; A Dresden doll, the sweetest of sweet little girls, Living with hellos, not goodbyes.

It is not only children and teenagers who suffer from violence and neglect. Babies do too. In some cases nappies have not been changed in weeks. Children have been found looking like skeletons because parents have either forgotten, cannot afford or do not want to feed them.

Behind my eyelids another scene of the act, An act with my father, someplace.

I hide, while his expression is matter of fact, With a 'What's going on here?' look on his face.

After being rejected from an unstable home, where there is breakdown of family values, the children have nowhere to go, other than the streets. Nobody wants them: hostels are full: institutions are costing the public too much. They form a subculture to keep to themselves and to support each other.

Sometimes they do not eat well for days. When they do eat, it is often junk food which leads to malnutrition. Children sleep during the day because it is safer and warmer and they stay awake at night Money does not come easy and it is often earned by prostitution. Social security money is available but there is often a wait and some young people do not know how to apply.

After their rocky past, life can be very difficult.

I grow up and learn with happiness and smiles, No unpleasantness bearing its figure.

In a protective shell, of laughter for miles, I knew nothing of morgue or gravedigger.

A taste of death in the shadows one Spring day, I found a dying bird and a seed.

I planted the seed, it sprouted away.

Death took my young bird in its greed.

I believe that the government is partly to blame for Australia's street kids but the root of the problem lies in the home. More counselling should be provided for people with psychological problems resulting from poor treatment when they were children,from sexual abuse and violence. The street kids themselves need help in the form of hostels, income and counselling. If they do not receive this very soon; the AIDS virus and other sexually transmitted diseases will increase in their sub-culture and they will become a health risk to Australian society. But most importantly, these street kids need a purpose in life. Their self esteem and confidence must be built up. They must be given the opportunity to become valued in the community Our Australian society gains nothing from a subculture that makes no contribution to the national welfare.

My dreams are my thoughts of this world's peace, Although my maturing mind will shake.

For what follows my innocence will crumple and crease, MY delicate world will shatter and break.

My father, my sunshine was taken by greed, As Death leered by his door.

Death burst my heart's fragile glass bead, Good-bye to my father whom I adore.

The world quickly changed, the tarnish revealed, Although I grew older with time.

My father was gone, so my nightmares concealed, The adulthood ladder I climb.

Sarah Cox Year 10

Dawn breaks in my window, My eyes open wide, My diary falls from my bed.

Soon my mother will banish the grey by my side, And bring sunshine to my life instead.

Olivia Romet Year 9A

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THE SEA Clean and dirty, Satisfying and courageous, Salty, fresh, sometimes calm, sometimes angry, Healing, appeasing, Glistening, sparkling, soothing to the soul, Peaceful. Tranquility is for the confused mind.

Its beauty lies beneath its surface; It beckons you to come: To follow its wayof life.

It's cold yet warm, Sandy and wet, Picturesque. The attraction is instant And sometimes fatal.

It can scare you, deliver you, Send a chill down your spine, Set the adrenaline flowing.

It holds dangers; It keeps its secrets; It can grab you, throw you, Capture your senses.

It is a monster. It is an illusion.

It is a pot of gold.

It can soothe you; It can kill you.

It is the sea!

FRONT TO BACK WORLD There's a special place I dream about while sleeping in my bed, It's a special place that's different and makes magic fill my head; The special place I dream about is slightly out of whack, 'Cause it's somewhere up a rainbow. It's the land of Front to Back.

It's where people all walk backwards with their clothes worn the wrong way, You can stay up all the night because it is as light as day: There are birds that only walk and there are cows and pigs that fly.

And you look up at the grass and see you're walking on the sky.

But before I really know it, it is time for me to go, So I frown and take my coat off, then wave to them Hello.

Tracey Pocock

Carolyn Michalak Year 7

Year 10

DARKNESS Like the ghost who walks, I crept into the forest, Clutching my dim torch; The twigs gave way beneath And darkness ate at me, The beating of my, heart the only sound I heard.

The torch went out.

My heart leapt up to my throat.

I held out my hand and looked at the necklace, A present to a loved one.

Somehow I knew nothing would happen; Its power reached out to me.

Slowly the forest receded, A maze of trees unfolded.

SMEE THE FLEA There once was a little flea called Smee, Who was born and raised in Germany.

He had a love called Annalee Who worked in a cafe in Italy.

When Smee the flea visits Annalee They sip mint tea under a tree.

One day said Smee to Annalee 'Oh Annalee, my sweet little pea, With eyes as blue as the deep blue sea, Oh will you, will you marry me?'

Said Annalee, the little flea With eyes as blue as the deep blue sea, 'Oh yes. I will marry thee!'

So that is the story of Smee the flea, Who married the pretty Annalee; And they lived together so happily.

Anna Austin Year 9

THE CHAMPION Nervous, not calm , is the athlete, Trying not to think about the race.

He warms up his leg muscles and takes his mark, A shiver runs down his spine, legs quiver as he takes his place.

The starter sets his firing gun; Mouth is dry, muscles go tense as the gunshot explodes.

Fury is in the eyes, determination to win, Anxious to get to the Finish Line , to be done: Worried and more worried as another overtakes, strong enough, the athlete pulls to the front But And wins the race!

Jessie Sullivan Year 7

Julie Baskijin Year 7

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BALLROOM DANCING SUPER DYE I don't know what really drove me to do such a thing. I honestly don't. Well, I'd better start from the beginning....

It all began when my cousin Amelia came to stay with us for the Christmas holidays. I knew we were going to have a ball.

We are usually an unstoppable team when we get together.

Anyway, when Amelia came, she gave me a set of dyes for Christmas. Special one-of-a-kind dyes they were , the type used by witches and sorcerers and those of that kind. You ask 'How did we know that?' Well, Amelia and I have both read Enid Blytori's 'Book of Facts'. So there. By using our intimate knowledge ( thanks wholeheartedly to dear Enid Blyton) wc decided to do the world some good, and also earn a bit of cash, by creating the most powerful thing to hit our shores or at least that's what we hoped.

The day after Amelia arrived, we decided to start experimenting with our super stuff. All day we mixed and mixed, to make new products with my dyes. The problem was that we did not have anything to test it on. After a lot of speculation, we tested the dyes on Dad's fake moustache ( the one he wears to work every day), Mum's fake hair ( she attaches it to her real hair to make it look longer), my brother's fake chest hair (he sticks it on his chest every day and goes down the street hoping to impress the new girl who has just moved in), my little sister's Barbie doll's hair and my Gran's wig. The stuff worked perfectly. It was a perfect hair dye. Super strong. And it came in a variety of colours. A wide variety of colours. After we had finished , we put things back into their rightful positions and filled bottles with our super strong dye.

The next day, everyone got up late and was in a rush. Dad shot off to work with a fake blue moustache, Mum went to work with pink hair, my little sister took her Barbie to school with fluro yellow hair, my brother sauntered down the street with purple hairs sticking to his chest and as for Gran, she went to a club meeting with neon green hair. While the family was away, Amelia and I went to the supermarket and secretly stocked the shelves with our sensational product.

That night , Mum and Dad came home from work with the sack for playing the fool, my little sister was suspended from pre-school for scaring the other kids with her Barbie with the horrible hair, and Gran came home from the Grandmothers' Club disgraced for insulting them all. And guess who has a new girlfriend? Apparently the newcomer loved my brother's purple hair!

A few weeks later, everything returned to normal and Amelia went home. One night there was a newsflash something about a crisis concerning hair dyes which were non-removable and came in fluoro colours. It sounded familiar . I wonder why?

Niharika Gunawardana Year 8

What glitter.

What glitz.

It's the night of all nights: Making sure my silver shoes are strapped on tight.

My heart is pumping; The lights are so bright My hair, my shoes, my dress Are sparkling in the light.

I twill around the dance floor.

Four dances I have learnt in all.

I finish my dances; I sit down And watch the others.

I look around.

Finally the program is done; Some people get medals One by one.

I have my medal; I do feel proud.

My Mum and Dad clap aloud.

It seemed as though it would never come That night of nights.

But now it is over, Finished, Done.

Stephanie Putrino Year 7

LUCERNIAN PRIZES SENIOR SECTION Prose: 1. Loss 2. Boy

Nerissa Kamp Year 12 Meredith Slow Year 11

Poetry: 1111 death us do part .... Claire Hindmarsh

Year 12

INTERMEDIATE SECTION Prose: 1. Eighteen, Illiterate and Black =2. Perfect Babysitter =2. Homeless Children

Simone Mitchell Kate Michalak Sarah Cox

Year 9 Year 9 Year 10

Poetry: Twilight's Innocence

Olivia Romet

Year 9

JUNIOR SECTION Prose: 1. Super Dye Nihanka Gunawardana 2. River Susy Dixon Poetry: Ballroom Dancing Stephanie Putrino Photograhy Annabelle Senior Kate Saleh

Year 8 Year 7 Year 7

BARUNAH PLAINS VISIT

On Monday, 16th May, 1994 Old Collegians and friends were warmly welcomed

by Graham and Joan Mills for a wonderful rural experience and a most enjoyable morning at Barunah Plains.

Graham outlined the interesting history of this notable Western Distrtct pastoral property from the 1840's to the 1990's. We heard about the development of the wool industry in the Inverleigh area and toured the original bluestone shearing shed, which is still used today.

We enjoyed scones, jam and cream for morning tea beside the log fire of the dining room in the renovated Shearers' Quarters. This was followed by a tour of the lovingly restored gardens - three hectares of formal English garden and two hectares of parkland. We were thrilled by the magnificent homestead, painstakingly restored to its former glory. A nine-hole golf course, with watered greens and fairways, has recently been developed on the property.

MORONGO OLD COLLEGIANS ASSOCIATION INCORPORATED

The visit was so well appreciated that another has been planned for 1995. Thank you to Graham and Joan Mills for their delightful hospitality.

The purposes for which our incorporated association is established are:

SUN CUP

1.To afford opportunities for the periodic reunions of old collegians.

2.To foster and maintain the sentiments of affection and loyalty for the College (M.G.C.).

3. To promote the welfare and advancement of the education at the College (M.G.C.).

Fortunately we all hit off at the same time and, for the first time in years, were able to get together after the game to discuss the bad luck stories! Our team finished 12th of the 28 schools represented. The cup was won by Sacre Coeur, followed by Loretto, Queens and Clyde.

COMMITTEE MEMBERS 1994

Presidents:

This year the 65th Sun Golf Cup was held at Green Acres Golf Club on March 4th. The weather was fine and the company convivial. Pam Amezdroz, Lyn Collins ( who kindly filled in when Marj Poulston was unable to play), Jan Connard, Prue Cooke, Marian Errey and I represented Morongo.

Jennie Currie (Bradshaw)

All players donated a new toy to the Sun Toy Fund and the splendid collection will be distributed next Christmas.

Joy Rau (Strong)

Joy Hocking

Secretary:

Elizabeh Taylor (Chapman)

Treasurer:

Heather Angus (McKinnon)

Senior Vice President:

Vacant

Junior Vice President:

Sue Lamb (Gayer)

Asst. Secretary:

Jan Knight (Anderson)

Membership Recorder: Jenny Battye (Miles) Investment Officer:

Jeanette Middleton (Potter)

Reunion Co-ordinator:

Margaret Hiddleston

Committee Members:

Mandy Berry (Cooke) Desma Blow (Roberts) Wendy Cooke (Sweeten) Simone Harvey Margaret Henderson Jan Hosie (Park) Jeanette McWilliam (Watts) Jane McCormack Prue Nadorp Megan Parsons

Heidi Roberts, School Captain, with Fiona Clarke at the 1994 induction of the Prefects

Cheryl Taylor Ann Waayers (Jarman) Pam Warland

ARCHIVES REPORT

June Winter (Hartwick)

In August 1994, I attended a School Archives Special Interest Group meeting at Korowa Anglican Girls' School , on behalf of Morongo 0.C.A., together with representatives from a large number of Independent and State Schools.

ontact Address: Morongo Old Collegians Assoc. Inc., P.O. Box 18, Geelong. 3220.

The guest speaker, a member of Staff from St. Margaret's, Berwick, spoke about having computer records of every photograph, letter, school event and document in their system of filing. After filing, the artefacts are stored in boxes, with displays given on special days.

MORNING COFFEE

Another speaker, from the former Clyde, told of packing boxes of memorabilia and sending them to the 'parent' school, Geelong Grammar School, in the hope that they would be stored safely, and the third speaker, an old collegian of a well-known girls' school, told of the 'spring clean' of an over zealous bursar and the loss of all Old Collegian records.

On Wednesday, 23 March, the Committee held a Morning Coffee Party in the Drawing Room and the Archives Room in Main House.

Jennie Currie, one of our Co-Presidents, welcomed thirty people and we were delighted that both Mrs. Watt and Miss Brookshaw could be present.

Representatives from M.L.C., P.L.C., Old Grammarians (Geelong branches), Hermitage and Sacred Heart Old Collegians enjoyed the fellowship and a number commented how very fortunate we are to have such a beautiful old school.

I came away from the meeting thinking how fortunate we Morongo girls have perhaps it is our good scottish background and the policy of never been throwing anything out! It was an interesting and instructive meeting, discovering correct procedures for preserving and storing documents.

Our special guest, Mrs. Judy Bent ( Wallis) displayed a large collection of her reproduction porcelain dolls. These were from the tiniest to the largest, from the newest to the very old. Judy explained how time-comsuming this hobby is and what a passion it has become. She told us of the various steps one has to take and many of us found the dolls'hair fascinating.

I would like all members of the Morongo family to visit our Archives room in Main House. All memorabilia on display has been filed according to the basic archival law of Provenance, that is, according to where the items came from the source of origin). For assistance with names and addresses of former students, contact us through the school. We are happy to help you.

Judy Rau, our other Co-President, presented Judy with a gift and thanked her for a most enjoyable presentation. A delicious morning tea followed. It was a time to catch up with and chat with old friends, and it was a morning enjoyed by all who attended.

If you would like to include photographs or anecdotes in our 75th Anniversary "Book of Memoirs", we would like to hear from you, as soon as possible.

Elizabeth Taylor.

Pamela Warland.

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PRESIDENT'S REPORT It gives us great pleasure to present to you the Morongo Old Collegians Report for 1994.

The Annual Meeting and reunion was held on Saturday, 27 November, 1993 at Morongo, when we were able to welcome Old Collegians, Mrs. Watt, Miss Shaw, Miss Rentoul, Miss Brookshaw, School Officials for 1994, School Captain and Deputy Captain and representatives from sister schools. During proceedings, Jan Knight presented Mrs. Watt with two Mary Guthrie roses for the School garden. This rose was originally propagated by Alister Clarke in 1927. Jan presented flowers to retiring committee members Beverley Egan, Dawn Weijers, Helen Hill and Liz Grundell. A report on the very successful 1950 - 1955 Year Reunion was given by Jill Thom.

During the year, the committee members have attended many functions which have included Joy speaking to the girls at the first assembly for the year; Jennie was present at the Induction of Prefects; the Anzac Day Services: Open Day and Future Directions meeting; Combined Old Collegians meeting at St. Catherine's and the National Council of Women 50 Year celebration. At the Founders Day Assembly, the guest speaker was Old Collegian Heather Ewart, and committee members helped provide the lunch for visitors, staff and guests. We have been guests at Old Collegian functions in other schools and we thank them for their hospitality.

Mrs. Joyce Hunt (Smith), an original student of Morongo, 1919 - 1928, with Mrs. J. Watt, after talking to Year 7 students about the early days of the school.

We record another big thankyou to our volunteer 'folders' and 'delivery girls' who have been called upon several times this year. Our membership has grown rapidly over the last few years and it is a big project getting the news to all Old Collegians.

Many enjoyable trips have been made to branch meetings where friendships were renewed and hospitality enjoyed.

We would like to thank the committee members for their contribution to the smooth running of the association. This year we have had representatives on several school committees : Education Directions - Claire Darby and Virginia Millard, 75th Anniversary - Pam Warland and Jennie Currie, Visual Identity Project - Joy Rau, Pam Warland and Jennie Currie, 75th Celebrations Ball Committee -Megan Parsons and the National Council of Women - Judy Bent.

The Association was pleased to provide the Dux Prize, presented to Alison Funston and the A.C. Harris Prize won by Anne Kidman.

Gifts to the school have included the notice boards in the Helen Ferguson Foyer, the lights for the rooms at the front entrance to Main House, replacement trees for the driveway and a large donation to the library.

Our sincere thanks go to Mrs. Watt for her interest in our association for allowing us the use of the school facilities for our functions.

The Old Collegians congratulate Alwynne Mackie (Huddleston) on her appointment as Chairman of the School Board. We wish her success in this very busy role. We would also like to thank Mr. John Robb for serving for many years in this capacity and we thank him for his contribution to the successful running of our school.

We know that 1995 is going to be a big year and we look forward to joining the school in celebrating 75 years Joy Rau Jennie Currie

Old Collegians visit to Barunah Plains

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BIRTHS

REUNIONS

Barklamb (Carr) - to Merrilyn and Paul - a son Barrett (Rau) - to Marlene and Neil - a son Bell (Davidson) - to Cathy and Richard - a daughter Bentley (Biggins) - to Corinne and Steve - a son Buckmaster (Powell) - to Ruth and Derek - a daughter Cameron (Greig) - to Debbie and Andrew - a son Clark (Hempton) - to Jenny and Alf - a daughter Clement (Bell) - to Carolyn and Stephen - a daughter Corstorphan (Vautier) - to Julie and Jon - a son Doherty ( Menzies) - to Louise and John - a son Doyle (Carr) - to Rowena and Chris - a son Foot (Dragt) - to Fiona and Neville - a daughter Gibson (Herbert) - to Sandra - a son Gowers (Lamb) - to Belinda and Norman - a daughter Last (Godfrey) - to Kylie and Darren - a daughter Macgugan (Herd) - to Elizabeth and Roderick McDougall (Toyne) - to Sally and Doug - a daughter MacKenzie (Williams) - to Robyn and Jamie - a daughter Pearce (Gibson) - to Keryn and Ross - a daughter Phillips (Morwood) - to Lindy and Brad - a son Randall - to Lisa and Don - a son Sandford (Cowdery) - to Nicki and Daryl - a son Smith (Bain) - to Joyce and David - a son Smith (Baker) - to Evangeline and Peter - a daughter Symons (Riddell) - to Wendy and Grant - a son Taylor (Hand) - to Cheryl and Philip - a son Thompson (Simpson) - to Lisette and Glen - a son Vile (Fagg) - to Marion and Andrew - a son Vaughan (Flanders) - to Rosemary and Gerard - a son Walters (Paton) - to Libby and Stephen - a daughter Wells (Mitton) - to Georgina and Andrew - a son Yeoman (Hocking) - to Lisa and Peter - a son

On Sunday, 27 March, 1994 the girls of 1984 held a ten year reunion at Morongo.

A large gathering of past students enjoyed the afternoon, reminiscing and inspecting their old school. There were very few absentees. Miss Dulcie Brookshaw, members of staff and ex-staff joined the girls during the afternoon.

Small class reunions and group reunions are held in private homes in Geelong and Melbourne throughout the year.

ENGAGEMENTS Fiona Anderson to Geoffrey Moon Sally Bate to Phillip Robertson Fiona Burch to Darren Bromley Gillian Carr to Christopher Armstead Kate Coulson to Peter Hart Sally Denehy to Todd Wynter Lorraine Foreman to Kevin McKay Emma Gill to James Malone Bronwyn Grills to Paul Day Michelle Jose to Damian Kahle Susan Minchinton to Anthony Stones Georgina Richardson to Alexander Gall Trudi Smart to Stewart Nowell Karina Szabo to Dennis Timewell Anne Warby to Andrew Coles

Mrs. J. Watt and members of the MSC planting a tree in memory of Sir Edward Dunlop.

MARRIAGES Amanda Bate to Darin Grantham Susan Briggs to Wesley Grigg Elizabeth Chittock to Shayne Peyer Penelope Cohen to Howard Langmead Andrea Duff to Alparslan Ka lafatoglu Sandra Field to Stuart Kay Philippa Gardner to Davor Svarc Melinda Graham to Andrew Dalton Leesa Hassall to Chris Stringer Lisa Hawkins to Patrick Buckley Leigh Hindson to Geoff Chandler Kate Mockridge to Robert McKinnon Sarah Mockridge to Phil Stott Danyl Morgan to Richard Lunardelli Heather Orr to Neil Downey Kim Vagg to James McRae Rachel Wells to Grant Witham

Old Collegians visit to Barunah Plains

WESTERN DISTRICT BRANCH

DEATHS

This year's A.G.M. was held in the home of Anne Hunt (Tonkin) in Warrnambool.

There were 13 present as well as Ann Waayers and Simone Harvey from Geelong, and Lorrie Lawrence from Melbourne. Apologies were received from 22 people, including Mrs. Watt.

Miss Nancie Cure - Staff member Mrs. M. McKee ( Helen Venters) Mrs. B. Young (Beverley McDougall) Miss Grace Macinnes Mrs. D. Fleming (Judith Evans) Miss Winifred Burrage Mrs. R. Pearce (Keryn Gibson) and 11 day old daughter Mrs. M. Walter (Marjorie Mann) Mrs. Eunice Jenkinson - Boarding House Head Mrs. Nancy King ( Metherall) Mrs. Janet Norwood (Lavers) Mrs. Bianca Lippiatt (Paymans) Mrs. Heather Mestrom (McClure)

Ann and Simone spoke about the 75th Anniversary Celebrations to be held in June, 1995, the new 'Morongo' rose, the Founders' Day luncheon, at which Heather Ewart was guest speaker, fund-raising activities for new lights in the boarding house, a new flag and flagpole and the New Directions approach to curriculum and education at Morongo.

The Election of Office Bearers was held with Anne Hunt continuing her two year term of office as President. Upon Catherine Bell's retirement, Lyn Wilson (Nation) takes on the position of Secretary/Treasurer.

Catherine Bell - Secretary/Treasurer.

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MELBOURNE BRANCH ANNUAL REPORT

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The Annual General Meeting was held at Merran Hall's on a gloriously warm evening in March. Sixteen Old Collegians attended, which was very pleasing after the poor attendance last year. Our thanks to Mrs. Watt, Joy Rau and Jennie Currie for driving from Geelong to attend.

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Congratulations to Merrilyn Barklamb, our Treasurer, on the birth of her son, James.

Glennyce Fordham, President, reported on the many functions organized for Old Collegians in Melbourne, catering for a wide range of ages and interests.

The main aim of these functions is to encourage membership. We are always interested to hear suggestions regarding membership - the more the better!

Joy Rau gave the Morongo Old Collegians Report and accepted, on behalf of the Archives, an Old Collegian blazer from Janet Walker. Mrs. Watt gave an update on what is happening at the school and, as usual, that meant a lot. Lorna Hooper donated a Roslyn banner to the school.

Thankyou to all who responded to our request to update our mailing list.

1993 Year 12 girls return to school

All current office bearers were re-elected.

A pleasant Basket Luncheon was enjoyed at the home of Rae Burn in Brighton on Monday, 2 May, 1994. Nineteen ladies attended and it was much pleasure to welcome Connie Frick (Buchanan). Connie now lives in the U.S.A. and was visiting relatives while on an extended holiday.

In July, a Bistro Night was held at La Porchetta for the Year 12, 1993 girls. Sally Robbins was our hostess for the night. She, with Claire Wookey and the other girls who attended, had a very enjoyable night. We have now learned that not nearly as many girls are coming to Melbourne for university studies, so we are discussing changing the venue for this function to a more suitable location.

The Bistro 1950's Night was held at Romeo's, 450 Toorak Road, on 26 July, 1994.

Thirty Old Collegians enjoyed the Italian pasta and chit chat with girls from Moama, Ballarat and Geelong. This is to be an annual event and will next be held on Tuesday, 25 July, 1995 at 7.30 p.m.. BYO. Contact Mary Moors (McGregor) Ph. 03 8537379 On Friday. 5 August, 1994, the Pub Reunion for school leavers in 1990, '91 and '92 was held at the Prince Alfred Pub in Richmond. This was a disappointing night, with only ten girls attending. The 1980 school leavers held their reunion in August at Romeo's. They were delighted with the carload who came from Geelong and one of the group had travelled from N.S.W. Those who were present had a great night catching up on news of careers, weddings and babies.

In September, the 1969 -1975 school leavers had a Bistro Night at Romeo's.

October 24 was our Evening Reunion at Lyn Hope's (Townsend) and the Theatre Luncheon was on Monday, 7 November at the Trak Cinema.

Committee - 1994 President: Secretary: Treasurer: Roll Co-ordinator: Committee:

Glennyce Fordham (Kelly) Merran Hall (Urquhart) Merrilyn Barklamb (Carr) Marieta Jones (Moir) Faye Lee (Pope) Elaine Howden (Barber) Evie McEwan (Jones) Natalie Morrison Louise Bone Georgina Fidge Mary Moors (McGregor)

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INTERSTATE BRANCHES South Australia and Canberra branches held functions during the year. Their numbers may be small but their support of Morongo and of the Old Collegians is greatly appreciated.

Members of the Old Collegians Committee endeavour to make personal contact with interstate branches whenever possible.

GOULBURN VALLEY BRANCH Goulburn Valley Branch had a very happy reunion and luncheon at Gwen Jensen's home. There were eleven members present and apologies were received from another twenty-one members, The branch made a donation of $300 towards the cost of replacing lights in the rooms and entrance hail of Main House.

Office Bearers for the coming year: President:

Pat Mitchell

Vice President:

Isabel Symonds

Secretary:

Gwen Jensen

Treasurer:

Sue Pogue

The meeting for 1995 will be held in Isabel Symonds' home on Sunday, 30 April.

Sue Pogue Secretary

WIMMERA BRANCH The Annual Reunion of the Wimmera Branch was held in a lovely setting at Wilma Oram's holiday home at Halls Gap, in the Grampians. President Ida Bourke welcomed members present and two visitors from Geelong, Elizabeth Taylor and Heather Angus, and Julie Potter from Gippsland. After the meeting, election of Office Bearers and luncheon, Elizabeth and Heather brought us up to date with Morongo events and improvements. The upgrading of lighting was of special interest, as were the improvements to school buildings, tennis courts and the Science department. Heather read the Archives report from Pam Warta nd and members are looking for items of interest to donate.

The next reunion will be held at the home Ida Bourke in Donald on the last Sunday in May, 1995.

1994 Year 12 Class

Year 10 Banger Vocal Award (Gift of Mrs R Banger) Girl, who has particular talent and is encouraged to continue voice training.

Natasha Lindros

MERIT CERTIFICATES ACHIEVEMENT CERTIFICATES

Bartlett Citizenship Prize (Gift of Mrs M S Bartlett) Girl who has displayed leadership and fine citizenship.

Natasha Lindros

Year 7 Niharika Gunawardana Sascha Lawler Kate Matson Dana Ryan Kathryn Vardy

Year 11

DUX OF YEAR 7

Endeavour Award (Gift of Mr & Mrs G Kamp) Girl whose achievements reflect special courage and other commendable personal qualities.

Colleen Neal

Melissa Tan

Year 8 Rebecca Gray Kelly Hughes Simone Mitchell Georgina Walker Amrita Williams

S C & P Hill Prize (Gift of Mr & Mrs S Hill) Girl, other than Prefect elect, who has made a worthwhile contribution to the school and maintained consistently high academic standards.

Kirsty Gibb

DUX OF YEAR 8

Ruth Langford Pettitt Citizenship Prize (Gift of Mr F A Miles) Girl who has leadership qualities and has given of her best to the school in work, co-curricular activities and general helfulness.

Heidi Roberts

Year 9 Fiona Bainbridge Sarah Cox Chevaun Gellie Cherie Lawler Aisha Ryan

General Excellence Awards DUX OF YEAR 9

Clare Haylock Senior Auxiliary Prize for outstanding performance in the Sciences.

Anne Kidman

Year 10 Chloe Alsop Megan Blackmore Rebecca Maddern Amy Sanders Annabelle Senior

Mrs Valerie Hatch Award for achievement in Business Studies. (Gift of Institute of Professional Secretaries, Geelong Branch) Simone Jeffery Commerce Prize (Gift of Mr & Mrs R Hetherington) Melissa Baxter

DUX OF YEAR 10 (OLIVE FILMER AWARD)

Fiona Nelson General Excellence Prizes (donors wish to remain anonymous•)

Year 11 Kirsty Gibb Tiffany Karlsson Belinda Kelly Ka Ming (Doris) Lam Katrina Mayall Samantha Michalak Louise Milton

ACADEMIC SYMBOLS Kirsty Gibb Claire Hindmarsh Tiffany Karlsson Ka Ming (Doris) Lam Katrina Mayall Samantha Michalak

DUX OF YEAR 11 (MARY HIGGINS MEMORIAL)

Claire Hindmarsh

Sarah Allan

(English Literature, History, Legal Studies)

Jodie Eales

(Biology, English, Mathematics)

Alison Funston

(Chemistry, Graphics, Mathematics)

Laura Hughes

(French, Mathematics, Physics)

Kylie Moreland

(Chemistry, English, Mathematics)

Catherine Weijers

(Biology, English, History)

Ruth Van Leerdam

(Accounting, Biology, Mathematics)

Year 12 Sarah Allan Melissa Baxter Georgia farran Alison Funston Skye Haldane Ruth Van Leerdam

Music/Drama Award Girl, other than the School Music Captain, who has outstanding ability and has made a significant contribution to one, or both, of these areas.

Ruth Van Leerdam

DUX OF YEAR 12 (OLD COLLEGIANS AWARD ) Alison Funston

McCann Citizenship Prize (Gift of Mrs E W McCann) Girl, other than a school official, who has displayed fine citizenship.

Kathryn Traczyk Ruth Van Leerdam

Citizenship Awards Girls who have given of their best in general helpfulness and who have unselfishly worked for the school and their fellow students.

Year 7

Dana Ryan Melissa Tan

Year 10

Natasha Lindros Annabelle Senior

Year 8

Rebecca Gray Kelly Hughes

Year 11

Heidi Roberts Sue-Ellen Scott

Year 9

Clare Haylock Katherine McIntosh

BEST ALL ROUNDER AWARD - Gift of Caltex Oil (Australia) Pty Ltd Medal and Certificate for the girl who is the best All rounder Kathryn Ettershank

Arts Award Kirstin Honey

Peeler Award (Gift of Mr & Mrs W T Peeler) Girl who has given outstanding leadership and service to the School.

Sarah-Jane Walker The Wells Music Captain Award (Gift of the Wells family) Laura Hughes D F Neilson Prize (Gift of Mr D G Neilson) For scholarship, personal qualities and contribution to the co-curricular programme.

Anne Kidman The A C Harris Prize (Gift of the Old Collegians) for the School Captain.

Anne Kidman Alison McPhee Medal (Gift of Mr Jack Anderson in memory of his wife Alison who was a Prefect of Morongo in 1938, Lucernian editor and a member of the Old Collegians.)

This award is presented to a Year 12 student who throughout her school career, has displayed outstanding citizenship, leadership, scholarship and sportsmanship. The medal will be awarded only when a student meets all of the criteria.

Jodie Eales