The Rumble Volume 3, Issue 3

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PLEASE PUT YOUR FEET TOGETHER...

DEC 2022 VOLUME 3 ISSUE 02

contents an overview of what's to come Editor's Note What is camp like? And is it worth it?

Ross Hann 9K Zeroing In: What are Zero-Day Exploits and How Can We Prevent Them?

Sarah Lam Murder From Love Kayla Hong

Special thanks to: Cover page: Amy Dong

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editor's note Hello lovely people!

Welcome to the last edition of The Rumble for 2022! We just want to say thank you to all of you who contributed to The Rumble, especially Mr. Haines, who led us through the whole year tirelessly. We all had a really good time this year working together as the editors and we are definitely looking forward to what to come next year.

Just a reminder that the deadline for the Rumble editors next year has been extended (check your email if you haven't).

Therefore, if you are interested in applying, please use your holiday time wisely to complete the application form. ;-) Finally, good job to all of you pushing through the whole school year and we wish you a merry Christmas and happy new year!

Enjoy reading December’s edition~ Much love <3 The Rumble team Kelly Rina and Amy

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Rose Hann 9K

is t h W a c a m p like?

And is it worth it?

What comes to mind when the person beside you mentions that they went camping on the weekend? Many people think of camping as sleeping on the hard ground, itching mosquito bites and carrying toilet paper to the drop toilet! But once you get past all that… somewhat unpleasant stuff, you may find that camping is actually a refreshing experience.

Think about it. Waking up in the morning to the sound of birds singing in the trees and the rush of the creek beside your tent.

Relaxing in your warm, cosy sleeping bag and then having a leisurely breakfast by the crackling fire while the cool morning breeze gently brushes your cheek. When you reset how you think about something, often you will find that you have a much more positive outlook on it than you thought.

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When I was getting ready for camp – shopping for thermals, checking stuff off my to-do list and deciding what books to bring – I must have

repacked my bag 10 times. Making sure I had everything I needed was stressful. I didn’t even really want to go toon camp initially. But then I realised I was only focusing on what I thought was the bad stuff. That Sunday night, I finalised everything and then went to bed.

The next morning I got up, ate breakfast and put my bag in the car. I said goodbye to my four siblings and all I could think about as I left the house was how I wouldn’t see them again for a whole week. I didn’t really enjoy the bus ride; I didn’t know anyone on my bus, so I just sat watching trees, cows and Shetland ponies rush by.

Then we arrived. I was expecting a patch of dirt, maybe a shack and a run down toilet. But the shimmering blue Lake Wartook far exceeded my expectations. We organised ourselves into groups and met our camp leaders. Then we ate lunch, packed our bags, played a few games and set off hiking to our first campsite. That first day, everyone was a bit quiet. It wasn’t until after dinner, eating Oreos, that we all really began to open up.

And who would have thought that washing dishes together would be a great way to make friends?

The next day, after naming a nearby emu “Barold”, we shouldered our packs and prepared for what was to be the longest, hardest hike of the week.

Following the group leaders, we climbed down some steep stairs to the magnificent site of Mackenzies Falls. It was a great photo opportunity and we seized the moment!

Then we continued on beside the clear river, now no longer in silence. This walk was when many of us began friendships. So it was that, when we came to our picnic lunch location, we were all chattering and laughing with one another. We all found that we had more in common than we had initially thought.

By the time we set up our tents at Stapylton Campground, everyone was talking about the day's hike, working together to make dinner or teaching one another aerobics routines! That evening, after a meal of dehydrated broccoli and noodles, my tentmate and I actually chatted and said ‘Ggoodnight’ before going to sleep.

My group were the ‘leaders’ for the next day, and our first decision led us to the end of a dead-end road. So we bush-bashed for 50 metres to the parallel track that we were meant to be on. No one minded though; everyone was too busy anticipating the rock climbing we were going to do later on.

After donning helmets and harnesses, our group was asked to give a team name. We decided on ‘The Soapy Noodles’, because those noodles that we’d had for dinner the previous night? They had ended up in the soapy dish-washing water! We all had so much fun, scaling the rocks, and even those who weren’t very confident made it up at least one wall! Later that evening, we all watched the sunset together. We laughed and chatted and took pictures and selfies, until it was too dark to see anymore and then we had to go and get jumpers and torches so we could wash up.

That night, lying in my cosy sleeping bag on the hard ground, I wondered why I had ever thought that I didn’t want to come to camp. It was a lot of fun, and now I have many friends that I never would have made had I stayed in the comfort of my home.

The next morning, I did my RAT, convinced we were all going to be positive for COVID. After fifteen tense minutes of checking and rechecking my test, I breathed a tremendous sigh of relief. We could continue as normal! I realised that if even one person had tested positive, The Soapy Noodles would not be the same. We all brought something new to the picnic rug, so to speak.

Our group began as just that. A group of individuals put together and sent off hiking for a week. By the end, we were a team. On the bus home, no one sat in silence. We were all busy talking about the wonderful week we had had in the bush together. I made a lot of friends in the Grampians, and we are still friends now.

So camping, whatever your opinion is at the moment, is totally worth it. If you square your shoulders to brave the mozzies and drop toilets, you may find that the way you think about camping changes for the better. Think about the rewards camping gives you. A chance to unplug and unwind. A way to find a sense of appreciation of nature. And most of all, the abundance of friends you find.

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MURDER FROM LOVE LOVE Author's Note

Lots of people say that love is undeniable.

But in my point of view, love is the assassinator. Overprotective and biased, these love makes people suffocate. Being parents, it is as if being a scientist doing experiments: pouring the same amount of liquid into two or more identical beakers.

One of the beakers can’t hold more liquid than one another, but you also can’t make the beaker be overwhelmed. That liquid is called love.

First of all, people always say that love is the most valuable thing in the world, especially the love from your parents, but everything needs an appropriate amount: not too much, not too little. Parents think that their overprotective love benefits the child, but they don’t. How many times have you told your kid that ‘it’s all for your own good’? How many times have you told your kid that ‘will I do things to you that are not beneficial to yourself’? I have at least heard parents saying that for more than a thousand times.

Please make them more independent.

It has been proven that children who live in an unoverprotective family thrive and even have a brighter future than teens who live overcare. Teens were asked about how much their parents acknowledged their perspective and allowed them to make decisions, have choices, and voice their opinions, as well as their academic motivation, concept of self, depression, and whether they saw themselves as independent or as a unit with their parents. In both nations, approaches to

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parenting teens that encouraged them to express themselves and accept their points of view increased self-motivation, school engagement, and self-worth while also lowering depression levels. Additionally, personal delight can increase a teen’s self-esteem and confidence, even when you just watch the movie that they pick. The way a child's eyes seem to light up with excitement in any given setting is one of life's most wonderful sights. Being able to provide that type of joy into your child's life might make you feel wonderful as a parent as well. Thus, letting children make their own decisions is very important.

Siblings often make fun of each other for being Mom's favourite. However, according to a new study published in the Journal of Marriage and Family, parents favouring their children is no laughing matter. Seventy percent of women who took part in the poll said they had a favourite child.

While this is alarming, we should be more concerned about the long-term consequences of favouritism.

Growing up in a home with parental favouritism, according to Mallory Williams, LCSW, has major long-term consequences.

“The biggest long-term dangers are depression, anxiety, unstable or even traumatic reactions in personal relationships, and performance anxiety for both the favored and non-favored children,”

says

Williams.

“The

non-favored

child

will

experience low self-worth and value, feelings of rejection and inadequacy, and a sort of “giving up” due to feeling like they can never be worthy of the same attention, love, and affection that the favored child receives. This often has long-term implications on their performance on jobs, in school, and in interpersonal relationships, as the parenting relationship sets the foundation and expectations of future relationships,” says Williams.

So those are the two types of love that kills people, especially kids. Please, I beg to those who are parents, read this book, although this is fiction, but the scenario might had happened in your kids’ mind, being killed by your overwhelmed, or biased love.

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Chapter 1

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I gazed at the stars outside the window. There wasn’t much, but they were flickering and glittering in the black

gauze as if they were smiling at me. I felt a sense of hope. Listening to the tickling chuckle outside my room, I couldn’t sleep.

The hands on the clock gradually approached the ‘12’.

The room was small—or rather, a cage—it could only fit someone like me who was skinny like a skeleton. It was one metre long and one metre high. Except the bookshelf—a cupboard—and a bed—carpet with clothes—there wasn’t actually anything else that could fit in the ‘room’. The wall was moldy and cracking down bit by bit. I always wondered what would be inside the stripes of fissure. A home for insects? A secret passageway? Hopefully I would find out very soon when it eventually fully cracked down.

Stains and spots were everywhere on the rooftop; spiders and ants kept crawling around, including cockroaches and stink bugs. Every time I got up, I had to be extremely cautious so that I didn’t accidentally bump into a shining silver spiderweb, or coincidently obtained some insect poop on the top of my head. The air smelt like sour milk clambering inside my nostrils. While the molds looked like slugs creeping around, the pillow was as if an expired cheese that had laid in the fridge for 67 days– well, that’s me.

But ever since I had memory, Mum kept saying that this is the best room that I could have and she could literally not give me this room and let me sleep on the road like a wandering beggar—she hates them.

‘Mum! I want chips!’ Mia shrieked.

‘Coming my dear! There you go darling!

Enjoy! Aren’t you cold? Oh here, I have got

a blanket, and it’s your favourite colour!

Brown!’ Mum replied with enthusiasm. I counted how many words she said as well as Mia did. One, two, three, five. Mia said five words. For Mum, there were thirty-one words. Look at that, what Mum had said was nearly 9 times longer than Mia did. I sighed, just lying down and listening quietly.

‘You must do shopping tomorrow. Did you hear that?’ Mia yelled at Mum. Although I couldn’t see her, I could imagine that she was then pointing her fingers at Mum’s forehead, making Mum tremble, ‘I want every sort of snake from the grocery, no matter if it’s a thousand million dollars, or a cent. Understood?’

‘Ah yes, sweetheart, surely I will. Now, just watch the TV and eat your snack alright dear?’ I could sense the nervousness hiding in Mum’s tone, which caused me to be upset but exhilarated at the same time.

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‘That’s better,’ Mia hummed cheerfully.

Along with the soft music that was played on the television, I gently closed my eyes. What a nice way to end the day…… I told myself. But I couldn’t even find one way to comfort myself from the 67th day living in that little space full of spider webs and dirt. Thinking about life, about how to live for the rest of my life in this cage, I gradually fell asleep, but only for a little while, for sure……

by Kayla Hong

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