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COLLEGE CROW PLC Sydney's Student Magazine | Semester 2, 2021

Monarchy

Contents From the Editors Princess Culture

Jellyfish – Royalty of the Ocean The Onion Family: The Royal Carrot Museum

Assistant Editors: Noa Blum (Year 8), Madeline Chang (Year 10), Nancy Chen (Year 7), Yu Ting Chen (Year 7), Stephanie Chew (Year 8), Alexandra Chronis (Year 8), Grace Du (Year 10), Amy Feng (Year 10), Jessica Ferreira-Alves (Year 8), Tiffany Gao (Year 8), Sophie Graham (Year 8), Jasmine Huang (Year 7), Aileen Kim (Year 9), Rachel Lao (Year 10), Olivia Low (Year 11), Zoe McLean (Year 7), Abigail Ong (Year 9), Sasha Prokhorov (Year 9), Amelia Su (Year 11), Eshwari Surendran (Year 10), Jacqueline Yu (Year 9), Cathy Zeng (Year 8), Katherine Zhang (Year 11).

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Queen Elizabeth Writes to Mr Shakespeare

That Is Love

Prettier.

The Final Decree

Monarch

Tigress

Sir Lexington’s Guide to Being Royal

The Daily Bull

Assistant Design/Layout: Natasha Chuan (Year 9), Alison Fang (Year 9), Amy Feng (Year 10), Aileen Huang (Year 8), Natalie Iacullo (Year 10), Lia Koulias (Year 7), Isabella Loo (Year 8), Sasha Prokhorov (Year 9), Reina Shi (Year 8), Katherine Zhang (Year 11), Yvonne Zhao (Year 11). Staff Coordinator: Ms Kathryn Munro. College Crow Committee: Aliza Ali (Year 8), Sofia Anboussi (Year 8), Jocelyn Arkapaw (Year 9), Isabelle Badger (Year 9), Noa Blum (Year 8), Molly Cameron (Year 8), Olive Carr (Year 7), Lumbini (Lulu) Catalano (Year 7), Olivia Chan (Year 9), Alyssa Chang (Year 8), Madeline Chang (Year 10), Talei Chang (Year 11), Nancy Chen (Year 7), Yu Ting Chen (Year 7), Stephanie Chew (Year 8), Yilan Chow (Year 8), Alexandra Chronis (Year 8), Natasha Chuan (Year 9), Emily Doust (Year 7), Grace Du (Year 10), Cate Durack (Year 8), Alison Fang (Year 9), Yuqing (Amy) Feng (Year 10), Jessica Ferreira-Alves (Year 8), Jieyi (Julie) Gao (Year 11), Tiffany Gao (Year 8), Jasmine Gifford (Year 8), Sophie Graham (Year 8), Chloe He (Year 7), Isabelle Ho Shon (Year 9), Michelle Hong (Year 10), Aileen Huang (Year 8), Jasmine Huang (Year 7), Xinran (Ruby) Huang (Year 8), Natalie Iacullo (Year 10), Annika Johansson (Year 11), Emelie (M) Johansson (Year 9), Sophia Kelleher (Year 7), Aileen Kim (Year 9), Kate Kim (Year 9), Zoe Kopczyk (Year 9), Evangelia (Lia) Koulias (Year 7), Rachel Lao (Year 10), Hui Qi (Vicky) Lei (Year 9), Jenny Liu (Year 10), Kianna Liu (Year 8), Kristine Liu (Year 8), Xinrui (Anzi) Liu (Year 9), Isabella Loo (Year 8), Olivia Low (Year 11), Zoe McLean (Year 7), Sophia Miller (Year 8), Ruby Mills (Year 7), Anastasia Mouzos (Year 7), Euna Oh (Year 8), Abigail Ong (Year 9), Tansy (Ad) Pham (Year 11), Ruby Phoon (Year 9), Alexandra (Sasha) Prokhorov (Year 9), Anastasia Prokhorov (Year 9), Yolanda Qiao (Year 8), Anna Ren (Year 9), Imogen Sabey (Year 11), Jasmine Saha (Year 8), Chrysolite (Chrysty) Salla (Year 7), Reina Shi (Year 8), Amelia Su (Year 11), Jennifer Su (Year 10), Eshwari Surendran (Year 10), Anna Wang (Year 9), Carolyn Wang (Year 9), Cindy Wang (Year 8), Ava Weir (Year 8), Paloma White (Year 9), Mimi Williams (Year 9), Iris Xu (Year 10), Jio Yim (Year 8), Tanika Young (Year 8), Jacqueline Yu (Year 9), Cathy Zeng (Year 8), Katherine Zhang (Year 11), Yvonne Zhao (Year 11), Bonnie Zhu (Year 7).

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Hello, Dear Reader

The Empress in the Wall

Which Royal Are You?

Pink Princesses

Giving Childhood TV Characters Oddly Specific Castle Roles

Front cover illustration: M Johansson (Year 9). Back cover illustration: Anastasia Prokhorov (Year 9). Stock image credits: Page 13: Scroll and quill created by Layerace/Freepik.com. Page 15: Abstract background created by rawpixel.com/Freepik.com; Tiara created by macrovector/Freepik.com, Hand created by vectorpocket/Freepik.com. Page 26: Background vector created by pikisuperstar/Freepik.com. Page 28: Background vector created by Freepik.com. Page 29: Background vector created by pikisuperstar/Freepik.com. Pages 36-37: Frames created by pch.vector/Freepik.com; Background vector created by visnezh/Freepik.com. Illustration by Ruby Huang (Year 8).

Hell Hath No Fury

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From the Editors

Some thoughts from our 2021-2022 Publications Co-Captains, Annika Johansson and Imogen Sabey.

It's pretty hard to describe what College Crow was like during lockdown because the only word I can think of is ‘online’. We were limited to an almost debilitating extent. That's what makes it so astonishing that despite a fourmonth lockdown where we didn’t see any of the girls we sent countless emails to, we still managed to pull together the Semester 2 2021 magazine. Everyone has been working unbelievably hard during a time when it’s difficult to be motivated to do anything. Even when we can’t see or talk to the girls who have made this magazine happen, we still have an edition that has not lessened in quality for being made during a tumultuous pandemic. I don’t think I could ever quite convey how proud I am of these girls, for persevering and doing their best even when it was incredibly difficult. I feel so proud to think I helped to lead you. But I could not have done it without my Co-Captain Annika, who has worked alongside me to organise the many, many girls and their many, many pieces. Her wonderful work has made the task of leading these girls so much more rewarding because I know that she is there with me and we can lead them together. And of course, the stunning Ms Munro has guided us both to make this new, alien experience feel easier. I admire her so much for her impressive organisational skills, her passion for follow-up emails and her very terrifying spreadsheets. ~ Imogen ~

If you went back in time and told little 13-yearold me that I was going to be leading College Crow from within the walls of my home I would’ve laughed at you. Yet, here we are, only just emerging from what feels like an age-long lockdown without any human interaction. The toll this whole pandemic has had on my people skills is unbelievable, and my heart goes out to all the College Crow kids who have been working so hard to get the magazine done even through this crazy lockdown. My favourite part about being Publications CoCaptain ultimately has to be getting to see the lovely writing and amazing illustrations the team creates. I think everyone should see how much time and effort is put into every single page. I am so delighted that I get to work with all of the hard working members of this amazing group, and I am even more grateful to have my Co-Captain and friend, Imogen, by my side. Her influence and passion is so inspiring, and to be honest, without her I would be a mess. And of course I have to thank Ms Munro, who I will forever continue to look up to, for being able to help both Imogen and I as we began the first semester of our captaincy. Always two steps ahead, and always on top of everything, I can only imagine how much love she pours into the magazine. From all of us in College Crow, we hope that you’ll pick up this magazine and find something fun and new to enjoy. ~ Annika ~

Written by Isabelle Ho Shon, Kate Kim and Anastasia Prokhorov (Year 9). Illustrations by Anastasia Prokhorov.

Many young girls look up to female role models from fairy tales and imaginative stories. From Snow White, to Belle, and to the most recent, Elsa and Anna from Frozen, a “Princess Culture” has emerged, empowering all females; both young and old. The term Princess Culture began with princesses falling under gender stereotypes of women, but has developed into letting go of the stereotypical events associated with females, becoming more focused on females finding their own strengths and goals.

There are many princesses that exist in the storyworld and each princess’ individual story is different and unique. Each princess has distinct character traits and different life experiences and journeys that make them special. Under the Princess Culture, all the princesses are compiled in three different categories: the Classical, Renaissance and Revival princesses.

THE CLASSICAL PRINCESSES

Snow White

Snow White is the oldest Disney princess. She represents innocence and purity, however, her story isn’t as innocent as it seems. As the first “princess” story, Snow White paved the way for many other conventional princess stories which painted a dangerous image for women. Snow White represents the beginning of the idealistic vision expected of females. Her story tells the tale of a time where women were tied down by societal expectations and were expected to depend on men. Snow White’s narrative begins with her jealous stepmother who orders the murder of the innocent Snow White, her stepdaughter. Snow White, in order to escape being killed, hides in a cottage with seven little dwarfs. Snow White’s stepmother disguises herself and poisons Snow White with an apple, causing her to fall into a death-like sleep that can only be broken by a kiss from a prince. Not only are these events extremely unrealistic, they also suggest that women need a man in their lives in order to find meaning and live happily.

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Cinderella Have you heard of the ‘Cinderella story’? This term is used in reference to a situation in which a person, team, etc., of low status or importance unexpectedly achieves great success or public recognition. It is seemingly the perfect definition for the actual fairytale titled “Cinderella”. It is a story about a young, innocent and pure girl who undergoes a spectacular transformation and finds her Prince Charming. A common gender stereotype in this story is where the beloved character, Cinderella, completes chores under the strict instructions of her household. For these types of characters, marriage seems to be the only way to gain freedom from their duty-stricken lives. However, Cinderella does escape from her tedious life as she is granted a wish by her Fairy Godmother to attend the Ball with a stunningly beautiful appearance. The unrealistic nature of being granted a wish by a fairy godmother highlights the female empowerment and feminism in that role which provides an early example of females supporting females. The position of the fairy godmother in this story shows how she is aiding Cinderella to try to gain some independence, though in the end she remains dependent on a man. With the stereotypical event of Prince Charming falling in love with our female protagonist, the story ends with a Happily Ever After as they marry and are beloved by the kingdom’s people.

THE RENAISSANCE PRINCESSES

Belle Belle means “beauty”, and this is a quality that she is admired for. Interestingly, Belle loves to read, which in the eyes of society back then (in the form of the townspeople in the story) is weird for a woman. This already begins to illustrate greater freedoms for the princesses in the Renaissance princess era. Belle’s strong sense of self, her ability to make choices for herself and her use of her voice, reveal the rebellious side of her character and the agency that she holds. Unlike earlier princesses, Belle is educated and strong-willed. After the Beast takes her father for trespassing in his castle, she offers herself as a prisoner in exchange for his freedom; something another princess never would have done before her. However, Belle is still unable to escape the gender stereotype that a woman needs a man when she later falls in love with the Beast. Continues over page. Semester 2 2021

Mulan Mulan is quite different from most other princesses as she is an ordinary woman who becomes an honourable warrior, depicting a female who would not be tied down to her household. Mulan possesses traits of women that rebel against female stereotypes. Our heroine in this story is intellectual and shows how she is capable of more than just housework; she is worthy of bringing honour to her family and her country. She is aware of the world outside of the home but continuously lives for expectations set up by men and so Mulan is a princess who still lives by patriarchal rules. Nothing changes for her when she returns to her home as she is still expected to find a suitor. Although Mulan makes many sacrifices to help others, in the end, she remains bound to a man in marriage.

THE REVIVAL PRINCESSES

Moana

Anna & Elsa While older Disney princess movies, such as Snow White, Sleeping Beauty or even Cinderella portray their lead princesses as ‘damsels in distress’ who just need a handsome prince to save them, newer movies such as Frozen are more progressive, switching gender roles and subverting conventional gender stereotypes. Anna and Elsa, though portrayed as typical princesses at the start of the film, both undergo transformations to become something that had not been previously seen in many Disney princess films independent with no need for a handsome prince to save them because they can save themselves.

Moana is a strong princess who independently realises that she is destined for more. She is the one who doesn’t stop and continues to fulfil her dreams even when Maui gives up. This creates a positive role model for all girls showing them that they can be independent. As she conquers all her obstacles, she gains

power and strength breaking away from the traditional Princess vibe. Moana represents self-discovery and finding your own way while celebrating Polynesian culture and heritage. Moana subverts traditional gender stereotypes not only through her actions but her characterisation by Disney. She is portrayed as more muscular and strong, something that has traditionally been looked down upon in women. This uproots the historical expectations of women as being ‘meek,’ ‘dainty’ and ‘weak’. She is one of the most progressive Disney princesses because she is someone who doesn’t need Maui to save her, just to guide her. She is persistent, headstrong and a role model for many girls, especially to those of Polynesian culture who often lack representation on our big screens.

Illustration by Ruby Huang (Year 8).

Jellyfish – Royalty of the Ocean Written and Illustrated by Anastasia Prokhorov (Year 9).

My favourite sea creature is the jellyfish. While not technically a fish, I think that they are beautiful blobs that travel the ocean. Anyone who considers jellyfish primitive or boring is immensely mistaken because jellyfish are anything but. Jellyfish are truly magnificent creatures who have managed to survive, develop and adapt for the past 500 million years. Personally, I think they should be considered the royalty of the ocean because they have so many things that real-life royalty have only dreamt about. 8

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Immortality As anyone who has done Year 8 History would know, Qin Shi Huang Di wanted to be immortal but never succeeded, yet, a jellyfish that is immortal does exist. The Immortal Jellyfish (Turritopsis Dohrnii), can revert back to a planula whenever it is scared, physically damaged or stressed. The planula then settles on a rock and goes through its stages of development all over again, from polyp to an ephyra and finally to a full-grown adult medusa. But it’s important to note that the jellyfish are not fully immortal: they can stop their aging process but they cannot survive if someone kills or eats them. Even so, they are the only known animal to be, to some extent, ‘immortal’, which makes it pretty difficult to remove their bloodline.

Removal of Enemies (Death) Next, we all know that there are royals who have been killed and others who probably helped assassinate their enemies, so it should come as no surprise that jellyfish, being the royalty that they are, can quite often kill their own enemies. The problem with listing these jellyfish is that there are quite a lot of them. The most common type of deadly jellyfish are the box jellies. The 43 known species of box jellies cause more death and serious injuries than sharks, sea snakes and stingrays combined. In Australia, there is the tiny Irukandji jellyfish, the infamous Australian box jellies Chironex Fleckeri and the Morbakka Fenneri (Fire Jelly) which can often be mistaken for a plastic bag, making it even more lethal. All these jellyfish are able to remove their enemies because their tentacles are covered with nematocysts (darts filled with poison). Anyone unfortunate enough to be injected with their poison may experience paralysis, cardiac arrest, and even death, all within a few minutes of being stung. Essentially, the message is: don’t touch a box jelly!

Attention With their magnificent castles, clothes, cars and gardens, royalty are known for being magnets of attention and the jellyfish are no exception. All jellyfish create an aura of mystery and majesty around them, but some particularly stand out. It could be because of the shape of their bells – like the White-Spotted Jellyfish (Phyllorhiza Punctata) – or the way they move – like the Upside Down Jellyfish (Cassiopea). Otherwise, they grab attention with their tentacles or projections – like the Black Sea Nettle (Chrysaora Achlyos) does – colour, or ability to glow (bioluminescence) – like the Atolla Jellyfish (Coronate Medusa). It is estimated that around 50% of all jellyfish are in some way bioluminescent. These creatures look otherworldly and alien, so it makes sense that they capture the attention and imagination of so many people around the world. Semester 2 2021

Impact Finally, like real-life royalty, jellyfish have left quite a legacy, helping shape our society as we know it, particularly through medicine. The glowing protein in jellyfish, known as a green fluorescent protein, or GFP, has helped us understand how cancer cells replicate and how Alzheimer's spreads, granting quite a few people Nobel Laureates. So, these brainless, spineless, heartless creatures have been crucial in our understanding of some prevalent and dangerous diseases, which I think makes them true royalty. 9

Queen Elizabeth Writes to Mr Shakespeare A Thought Experiment[1] Secret and Confidential (Translated by Mimi Williams and illlustrated by Zoe Kopczyk of Year 9).

My dear Shakespeare, We have been delighted by your play, The Merry Wives of Windsor. We trust that, by now, your company has received your reward. We command you to write a new entertainment. We will have another of such plays, no later than 14 days from today. We write to you about the question of succession. You will be aware that is a topic much gossiped about at this time. We have read some of your sonnets and so we know that you also have ideas about succession. These of which pose you as gravely mistaken. We write to advise you to take a different course, to reform your ideas forthwith. Though our successor is much talked about, succession is a boring question for us! No successor will ever match the achievements of our reign. You have perhaps heard, Mr Shakespeare, that I have the body of a feeble woman; but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England, too. We will have no further talk about our successor. We are the Virgin Queen, most proud of our legacy to England, which exceeds even our father’s. Your early sonnets have much advice about succession, but you are very mistaken. In one, you write (we assume it is your own writing, Mr Shakespeare?): When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a totter’d weed of small worth held. This much is true, Mr Shakespeare. But then your conclusion is very mistaken. How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use, If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’ Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold. Our blood is not warmed by the beauty of a fair child, Mr Shakespeare, though we are old. There is no child, no secret child, despite many rumours. Rather, our blood is warmed mightily by the beauty of the arts: it is warmed by writing, by translation, by acting, by music, by dancing, by art. And you will not be remembered because of the beauty of your children. One of them, most sadly, has already died, after all. You might be remembered by your writing, so write, Mr Shakespeare, write as we have instructed. Perhaps you should write a new play about true succession.[2]

[1] It is known that Queen Elizabeth I met Shakespeare, and that some of his plays were performed for her by Shakespeare’s company, ‘My Lord Chamberlain’s servants’. She greatly supported the arts. [2] It has been suggested that King Lear was written in about 1603-1606. Elizabeth died in March, 1603.

that is love Written and illustrated by Ad Pham (Year 11).

I love you. Simple words, so easy to lie with; To manipulate, to warp. Say it again.

If I don’t keep saying it, I love you, I love you, I love you, Then who will? What’s left – a husk.

A message left for too long Ignored in a crowd of loved ones Left behind for years, pretending it’s fine. Because it is fine.

If love is silence, If love is a loneliness that eats you away, If love is hiding away in fear, Then I am loved.

You will be remembered. You will be missed. You will be cherished. You will be loved – Whatever that is.

Prettier. Written by Iris Xu (Year 10).

I tried to hold back. I really did. Yet there I was, staring down at my beautiful, gruesome monstrosity. I stood still for a few moments, unable to move a single muscle, ruminating in the dead silence. Out of shock or caution, I wasn't sure. A flicking shadow startled me. I whipped my head around, then relief flooded me at the sight of a black burmese cat, swishing its tail. It was sitting only a few metres away on the stone ledge, watching me with its round, dark pupils.

Cute. I relished in the temporary distraction before a strong breeze pulled me back to reality. It tore a few petals from the surrounding rose hedges. Some water sloshed out of the celestial fountain. The worn-down flag wrestled pathetically with the wind.

Could Mother Nature sense these sorts of things? I shook the thought away and looked back down, noticing a sparkle.

Ah, of course. How could I have forgotten? The delicate silver-set sapphires glittered under the moonlight. Oh, and those diamonds- absolutely breathtaking. I gazed at it for so long it felt like I was under a trance. Taking in a deep breath, I finally placed the tiara on my head. Now, the way I see it, I did the country a favour. She looks prettier when she’s dead.

THE FINAL DECREE Written by Amy Feng (Year 10), illustrated by Paloma White (Year 9).

My back crumples like a discarded letter. The weight of a century balances on my shoulders, its fingers weaved into my hair. It holds onto my skin like a curse, etches itself onto my face until I can feel its roots digging into my lungs. It shifts around, rearranging my organs one by one until I share a body with something larger than myself, until I become one with this parasite burrowed deep inside me. There’s black ink in my blood. Is it power? It dresses me in seamless threads and I become tangled in its cobwebs, held captive in the nation’s finest silk. I can only parade like a mannequin; a stiff, hollow vessel for the one who wears my face. I’m a smiling puppet who wears the king’s crown; my cries are as empty as I am. I must wait until I hear the child’s cry. My last command is this: listen to him as he speaks, for his heart is still his own, untouched by power. This is my final decree.

the last thing i see before i die is a swaying yellow leaf, unfinished. darkness closes around me, the blankets gather closer to keep me inside. the sound of the landscape is dulled to a rhythmic dim, a murmured wish. i am nothing yet; an embryo bound in its hide, lulled into darkness that confines from your gasp at a gruesome demise; truth is not found between the unfinished lines. avert your eyes from the chrysalis; wait in the still, pregnant moment before the sun rises.

ARC N O

they talk about birth as if it is the colour of gold. they talk as if it makes you new, but words do not reveal how the fold of wings, gently unfurling, shaking off the dew of the false tomb, cracked under the breaking dawn creak and stumble with a new weight to bear, drawn from the self-made womb to take the first leap into the air.

i soar into life with the zest of a child who laughs in buoyant wonder and opens wide, golden eyes to gaze upon all the mesmerising beauty of the world. everything is glowing, aflame in the bronze glory of the brazen sun tumbling over itself, reaching out to touch everything, to permeate it with its joy. then young green leaves, blushing blooming flowers tucked away in a book, pressed close to the page, to the heart.

i know it’s the last day before i rise, whispering a hymn to the goddess in my prayers. but one short, wordless night belies the thousand taken place; of magic and wonder and wild airs, of glittering suns and glorious days that end in folded wings and drooping heads as the moon rises from her ritual daze to continue the flight as we sleep in our beds. Written by Imogen Sabey, illustrated by Annika Johansson (Year 11).

TIGRESS TIGRESS Written by Chrysty Salla (Year 7), illustration by Paloma White (Year 9).

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Sir Lexington’s Guide to Being Royal Written and illustrated by Jio Yim and Yilan Chow (Year 8).

2. Wear a cape A cape is essential to assert dominance over the peasants.

1. Do not look at the peasants At all costs.

4. Crown Preferably with many jewels (can be plastic – the peasants will never know).

5. Gloves Because you need to shake so many peoples’ hands and peasants’ hands are disgusting (COVID safe ayyy).

7. Have a fancy painting of yourself So that your peasants can look at you when you’re not there.

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8. Only eat fancy food Royals are allergic to peasant food.

10. Follow Rule 1 Because peasants are disgusting.

3. Orb and sceptre To hold as they say ‘Queen Elsa of Arendelle/All hail mighty Sir Lexington’. A sceptre can also be used to bonk peasants on their lowly heads.

6. Have butler(s) To carry the cape and shoo peasants.

9. Wear fancy clothes only To distinguish yourself between a peasant.

The Daily Bull Year 7 From now on all Year 7s receiving second hand books will pay full price. The extra cash will be donated to a therapy fund for all the students who actually read the books. Year 7s caught stealing seat spots from Year 8 will now have to sit in the Junior School area. Year 7s who hang out in the Year 9 area will have to take part in a Year-wide Bull Rush game on Drummond Field after the sprinklers have been on.

Yes, Secret Santa is mandatory across all homerooms. No, you can’t ask your Secret Santa what they want to get because you can’t think of anything.

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Any Year 7 caught doing TikToks in school uniform will have to become a personal slave to a Year 12 girl for a month. Make sure you've brushed up on your Senior Math!!

Any Year 9 with a screen time over 30 minutes will ship off their mobile phone to Dr Burgis/Mrs Chiba so you can go play outside while they keep up your snapchat streaks.

All Year 7s that arrive late to assembly will have to create a TikTok on how they failed at the most important learning virtue, Punctuality. Enjoy! :)

Anyone who turns their camera off in Zoom will have to turn it back on and be pinned for the rest of the day's lessons.

Year 8 Any Year 8 who has a problem with a Year 7 will be immediately moved back to Year 7. We were all there at some point, weren’t we? Any Year 8 caught cheating in the kahoots on Just Be days will not be allowed to participate in any more kahoots until they leave school. 20

Year 10 Just because you are wearing the Senior School uniform doesn’t mean you are a Year 12, so don’t get a superiority complex about it! We all remember when you were in tunics and you will never live it down :) Non-accelerated Maths students who complain about Maths will be forced to buy coffee for accelerated students. PLC Sydney College Crow

You may not get to go on exchange, but don’t worry about it! The Anti-Anti-Social program is being launched soon where disappointed Year 10s can get assigned random other disappointed Year 10s. It’s like a penpal program but better because the other person doesn’t have to put up with your poor grammar skills!

Year 11 All Year 11s will now spend free periods working on a project assigned by the school. Because the only way to relax is to do a mini Power-Up Wednesday! Just because the new Year 12s got to get out of lockdown first does not mean you get to be salty about it. Just be grateful you don’t have to do the HSC (yet). Anyone caught doing work in their free periods will have their frees suspended (you clearly do not need these…) Free periods can now be sold on buymyfrees.com.au as a form of side income. If you have more than 8 frees a week, you have too many! So excess frees shall hereby be donated to struggling Year 12s who need it more. Special applications can be made to Ms Chiba if, and only if, you manage to complete all your homework on time for a week to show your dedication and commitment.

Year 12 Teasing Year 7s about how small they are is your right as a Year 12 student. Use it well. Year 12s will be attending a seminar on How To Use A Microwave with Integrity, Purpose & Common Sense. The Year 10s can smell your fish curry from across the Science Amphitheatre. Semester 2 2021

A baking roster will be organised to increase morale as everyone starts to get stressed about the HSC. Groups of five will work together, supervised by their Year Coordinator, and receive an ATAR point each if they manage not to burn down the Common Room and the food they make is edible.

Staff All staff who were late to Zoom meetings must now allow a 15 minute immunity period for students late to class. Any teacher caught wearing their PJs in Zoom calls must purchase all items of the PLC Sydney school uniform and wear them at all times (including when we get back to school). Yes, seeing your pets/small children on Zoom is fine. Don’t get too stressed about it! We’d rather see your dog than keep doing maths!

General Because we are unable to receive our school photos in printed form, students will paint an oil portrait of each other, and staff, and send it to them. To make end of year fun, the whole school will be participating in Secret Santa, including the teachers! Students will be expected to spend at least $100 on their Christmas gift for a teacher. All students will need to hand in their handbooks at the end of term so the school can check that you’ve actually been using it all year. Happy New Year! Let’s see if 2022 is any better... Illustration by Emily Doust (Year 7).

College Crow's Librarians in Residence Written by Olivia Chan and Jocelyn Arkapaw (Year 9). Illustration by Olivia Chan. Hello! Welcome back to the Book Recommendations Corner! ;D For those who don’t know: We give a review of some books we’ve read from the PLC Sydney Library, with a specific theme for each edition of College Crow. Unfortunately this semester our suggestions won’t be as convenient as usual since we’re in lockdown – but we hope you might like to try these books someday (although you’ll probably forget about us by that stage). This edition we’ve chosen fantasy books as our theme again (because we didn’t like the theme we did last semester), but we’ve incorporated a handful of books that have monarchs and royalty in them. :) I can assure you this time we’ll have very fun, very captivating books, and we really do encourage you to read them. – Olivia Yep. Exactly. What she said. - Jocelyn

Spin the Dawn | Author: Elizabeth Lim Library code: FAN F LIM | Reviewed by Jocelyn: 4.5/5 Ok, so when I first read this book in Year 7, I loved it and I almost wish I hadn’t read it again. It was still a good book and I think it’s a very original idea: a female tailor who wants to complete a set of challenges to become the imperial tailor? Never heard that idea before. Don’t worry, it’s a lot more interesting than it sounds (because of the magic). Another positive is that I love the characters, especially the main character they're really well developed and I actually cared about them. My disappointment when I read it again was that it was wayyy cheesier than I remembered it to be. However, if you like magic, fantasy, getting attached to characters and don’t mind a bit of cheese, I definitely recommend this book :) (The second one isn’t as good though, don’t waste your money).

The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic Author: Leigh Bardugo Library code: FAN F BAR | Reviewed by Olivia: 4/5 Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic (it has the longest name ever) is a collection of six short stories - they’re all like subverted versions of fairy tales. 'The Witch of Duva', 'The Too-Clever Fox' and 'Little Knife' are companion stories to each of the Shadow and Bone books (I haven’t read any of the Shadow and Bone series, so I don’t know how that affects it). 'Ayama and the Thorn Wood' is one of my favourites out of the six stories. It’s a retelling of Beauty and the Beast and I really enjoyed it. 'The Soldier Prince' is based on the Nutcracker. This was my least favourite to read. It was boring. 'When Water Sang Fire' is like a spin-off of The Little Mermaid and it’s my other favourite. It’s hinted that it’s about a young Ursula and a young Ariel’s mum... If short stories aren’t your cup of tea, I wouldn’t recommend this book to you. This is a really quick and simple read, but it has a really nice flow. It’s very fairytale/folktale-esque. PLUS, it has beautiful illustrations that double up as flipbooks. (Olivia: I tried to keep this short because my other reviews are utter word vomits).

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Book Recommendations Corner The Prison Healer | Author: Lynette Noni Library code: FAN F NON | Reviewed by Jocelyn: 5.3/5 This book is by my favourite author of all time, so I had extremely high expectations (go read the Medoran Chronicles if you haven’t yet, what are you doing with your life??). ANYWAY, what was I saying again? Oh yeah, about my very high expectations… I’ll say it lived up to them. It is about a girl who is taken to a prison called Zalindov as a young girl, who becomes the prison healer, with added elements of rebels against the kingdom, the harsh life of being there and the many people she meets who are brought into the prison (I won’t spoil too much). The book had me hooked until the very end. I’ll admit, I am a little biased, and the plot twists weren’t the most shocking things I’ve ever read, but overall it was a very engaging novel. I love books with a great female main character that I connect to, and like Spin the Dawn, The Prison Healer has this. And the little boy Tip was the cutest. I could not stop reading this book, and STRONGLY recommend it 😁. One last thing, there is a sequel that is either out or coming out soon, whether that’s a deterrent or incentive I’ll let you work that out for yourself. (Olivia here, just wanted to point out that there is an ebook and audiobook available on BorrowBox, if you’re thinking of checking this book out).

Afterworld | Author: Lynnette Lounsbury Library code: FAN F LOU | Reviewed by Olivia: 3.5/5 Afterworld is about this teenager called Dom who dies in a car crash and ends up in the ‘afterlife’ city, Necropolis. I like this little afterlife concept that Lounsbury has created but there are a lot of holes in it. There aren’t any kids, animals or technology? There’s no given excuse for this, leaving a bunch of unanswered questions. In the next part of the novel, we get to the 'Trials'. There’s this whole scheme I can’t be bothered to explain, sorry. I liked the trials and that there was basically a Colosseum in the afterlife. The story starts to pick up here, the whole Colosseum fighting was more interesting. When we get near the end of the book, Dom enters the 'Maze'. The whole thing seems pretty crammed (like this review). I would’ve liked it to be a bit longer, or to be extended on. The ending was not the best, it was satisfying until you got to the epilogue where the author pretty much sent you back to square one. The characters were likeable, except for Dom's adoptive sister, Kaide. She’s meant to be that character who 'sees the good in everyone', but I feel like at the start of the novel it wasn’t conveyed enough. Which could have been intentional, but for me it was just annoying. However, the other characters were well developed, both the protagonists and the antagonists. Lounsbury’s take on religion and the 'Awe' is a unique and interesting addition to the book. The 'Awe' is basically the god, but there’s also angels and Egyptian gods, it sounds confusing but I quite liked it. I enjoyed the book, despite the flaws. I’m scared that I’ve turned you off this book now, but the writing style was really cool and the craziness of the Necropolis was, dare I say, riveting.

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Continued from page 23. A Thousand Nights | Author: E. K. Johnston Library code: JOH F NON | Reviewed by Olivia: 4.9/5 I have a lot to say about this book, I’m so sorry it’s an essay. Firstly, I believe the story to be based on one of the narratives in 1001 nights, Scheherazade. It is about a village girl who basically pulls a Katniss (the whole 'volunteer as tribute' business) and marries the evil King to save her sister from him. The King is known for killing hundreds of his wives, but the protagonist manages to stay alive. This book, I have heard, is very similar to The Wrath and the Dawn (also in the library). I haven’t read The Wrath and the Dawn, however, I have done some research and it seems to me that they were inspired by the same story/myth. What I find different is that A Thousand Nights doesn’t try to romanticise the toxic relationships in this story, instead playing out a more realistic and meaningful plot. Of course, I have only read A Thousand Nights, and would encourage you to read both and fashion your own opinion of the two novels. A Thousand Nights is actually quite a beautiful story and I really like Johnston’s writing style, it’s captivating. I got through this book so fast. The story is set just after the Bronze Age (I don’t think you could pinpoint a specific time though), in the Middle East. Johnston’s inclusion of magic, small gods and demons just makes it all the better, because it’s fantasy and that’s what we love, and it also gives us a bit of culture. That being said, I don’t actually know how accurate it is on Arabic culture. This book isn’t a love story between a king and a queen, it doesn’t have the common YA cliches of love and it doesn’t romanticise abusive relationships. Instead, it’s a story that empowers women and those who are usually disregarded, it encompasses the power of words and it manifests the bond shared between sisters. "My sister fights for her home, and takes what risks she must... My sister burns, and she does not burn for you." I mean, that line?!!! Yes!!! None of the characters have names except the King, you never find out the narrator’s name. It’s annoying, and could be seen as a criticism, but so significant, Johnston took patriarchy and gave it a taste of its own medicine. Johnston’s book, The Garden of Three Hundred Flowers is sort of an epilogue to A Thousand Nights. It’s sort of like a confluence connecting the A Thousand Nights and its sequel Spindle/Kingdom of Sleep (the two names must be a marketing nightmare). Spindle is set around 1500 years after A Thousand Nights so it doesn’t have the same characters, but it probably has references to the first book. Personally, I love how every single factor and element of this novel intertwines so well. The only fault I would say it has is that it’s not for a thrill-seeker; there’s no crazy twists that will greatly shock you. This story is so powerful. It’s an incredibly complex novel, there’s so much condensed into it. You can tell that a lot of thought was put into this book. People who write like this astound me. If you're looking for a more typical, more romantic YA novel, I would lean towards The Wrath and the Dawn, but if you want a book with more meaning and so much more to offer about love, family, feminism and storytelling, PLEASE read this. FOUR POINT NINE STARS, I’m scared to dole out fives. It was really close though. (Olivia: This review took me a lifetime to write.)

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Hell Hath No Fury... Written by Carolyn Wang (Year 9) and illustrated by Yolanda Qiao (Year 8).

To blush is to bleed Purity - the cloak of sin

Watch. Watch the "mistress" Not the mister, not the miser None any wiser

Look. Passion’s withered tale Dead end knocking The triumphant flourish of heat

Turn. Away at its calling His pompous humility Her tarnished facade

Pretend. With this showy peacock With pride abased Feathers ground to ash Do not side with a woman scorned Her family turned against her She is left to rot But he who claims innocence is baseborn Heavens now,

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Hello, Dear Reader Written by Ruby Mills (Year 7), illustration by M Johansson (Year 9). Hello, dear reader. My name is Emily, and I have been locked up for 300 years. Don’t worry! I’m not a prisoner, just a woman who, like everyone else, has been put in a cryogenic pod while my broken, deadly world is fixed. 300 years ago, a deadly virus swept the globe and killed over two-thirds of the population. It was called COVID-19. Those of us who survived were placed in these pods by the royal families, who left our fate in the hands of the A.I.O. (Artificial Intelligence Organisation). Now, the hidden world has been fixed, and for the first time in, well, 300 years, the doors to our safe haven of pods have been opened, and golden sunlight is reaching into the cracks. When I stepped out, Sydney was a new world. Nothing as it once was. The sky an open sea of wonder, and the sun a golden hand, stretching down and pulling us out of our frozen wasteland. I was in awe. But I seemed to be the only one who was. Everyone else was looking around as if it was the most normal thing in the world, as if we didn’t just wake up from a 300-year nap. That, Reader, was my first clue, although at the time I didn’t know it. Our guide, a human-looking robot called Aimee, showed us the ration centre, the water purifier, and a machine that turns books into wonderful dreams (I think you’ll agree with me Reader, when I say that was my favourite thing). Then, Aimee said in an oddly human voice, “As you all well know, dream houses can be built here. To have one built, simply select the ‘Dream House Maker’ on your chip, and click on the icons to build it.” At first, the only part of her words that registered was the dream house. Then the rest of it clicked. A chip? What chip? But apparently, I was the only one who didn’t understand. Everyone else, from the innocent little four year-olds to the creaking grandparents simply clicked a button behind their ear and looked at something only they could see. It was with shaking hands that I tentatively reached behind my ear to feel for a button. Fear licked her iron nails down my spine as I realised that I had no such button. Hello again, my friend. You have probably been wondering what happened after that fateful revelation. Well, let me catch you up. It has been 22 days since that alarming moment, and I have never been more on edge. I mean, before, I was a Career Advisor. Not a conman! My days were filled with indecisive teenagers, not high stakes situations. I’ve never even gambled! But alas, these past few weeks have been nothing but that. I took one of the renovated households instead of creating my own. I pretended it was out of care for the environment. Everyday, we are given tours around Australia, and are introduced to new members of our world. Keeping a poker face is much harder than I anticipated. Tell me Reader, have you ever played poker? After this, I can say with much certainty that I don’t think I would like it at all. Day 27: It has been nearly a month of pretending I know what is going on. Stopping would be suicide. I have gathered that the A.I.O. doesn’t appreciate being disobeyed. A woman asked a delicate question, and vanished. Once again, I am the only one who noticed. Continues on page 28.

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Continued from page 26. Day 37: It has been a month and nine days. I have become paranoid. Reader, do you ever feel like someone is watching you? I do. I am finding it harder to get to sleep. The Day Everything Started To Go To Hell (Day 54): The days have become a blur of fear and repetition, which I know seems like an odd combination. But it is true. I am not sure how to separate them. But then I noticed the odd woman out. We were once again being introduced to another group of people, this time travellers from England. They had been offered passage by the A.I.O., whose headquarters are in London. We were told, once more, to click on the little button behind our left ears. I faked interest in the nothingness in front of me. It was then I noticed the woman in the back, hiding her face behind her mass of hair. She looked like the rest of them, but her eyes lacked that glazed quality the rest of our group had. Then she looked straight at me. And blinked. Have you ever had an electric shock, Reader? Neither have I, but if I had, it would have felt like this. Crouching in the back alleys of Sydney with a woman who seemed to be the only other person like me in this perfectly lonely world. She had beckoned me over, and yanked me down this dark alleyway. “You’re like me”. The words slipped out of my mouth before I could notice, the desperate longing for companionship in them clear. The mystery woman whipped her head to me, the slit in her eyebrow making her look even more fierce, if that was even possible. I shrunk back. “Yes. I am like you, if you are talking about the fact that neither of us have chips”. The words hit me, and it was like a weight had been removed. But she didn’t seem to feel the same. I wonder, Reader, if that was a slip-up on her part. If it was, I was too blind to notice. “My name is Isobel, and we need to move. Those bloody robots probably saw us move away, and we need to run before they catch us,” she said, practically spitting the word ‘robots’ out, as if it tasted foul. I nodded, and hurried after her. Why, dear Reader, I was trusting a woman I had only just met, is beyond me. That was a mistake on my part, and one that would lead to my ultimate demise. We raced through the city, and my voice could be heard only once. “How do you know the city so well? I thought you were from England?” Her voice whipped through the wind in answer. “I’m from here. I was travelling when the virus hit, and I got caught in a lockdown there. I was still there when we all got frozen.” A wave of pity washed over me. Lockdown was a series of horrid memories I had no desire to relive, but being stuck in a foreign country would have made it 100 times worse. As we neared the Harbour Bridge, Isobel turned and led us through The Rocks, and straight into the Opera House - one of Australia’s best landmarks. Now it was my safe haven from fear, and I had someone to share it with. I couldn't have been happier. How naive I was. I had thought it was the best day of my second life. In fact, Reader, it was The Day It All Went To Hell. I didn’t realise that, of course, until the A.I.O. arrived. How unfortunate. I had never seen so many robots. They were everywhere, like an infestation. Only we were the true imposters. Isobel and I huddled together, back to back, terrified. At least I was. The one who seemed to be the Queen stepped forward, although it seemed more like a glide. Their synchronised voices rang out across the hollow room. You and I can agree, Reader, that even robots have a dramatic side. “Come quietly, and we promise a simple, quick death. A beheading, perhaps? But any attempt to put up a fight will be seen as an insult to injury, and you will be burnt alive.” They honestly seemed to think these were good options, a fact I still

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find laughable. I glared at them, and willed my voice not to shake as I imbued every ounce of hatred I possessed into it, and spat “Isobel and I will not be killed for not being your puppets. You put us into those pods to keep us alive, and you will not kill us!” I can almost hear your sigh of disappointment, Reader. I know it was weak, but it was all I could think of! “Actually,” said Isobel behind me in a strange voice, “We put you in those pods to control you. Your royal families made the mistake of trusting us, and we made them pay.” How pathetic I must have looked. The shock traced a map over my face, and the harsh sting of betrayal was obvious on every one of my features. Isobel clearly agreed. Something like amusement was on her face as she stepped back to the robots, taking her place as their rightful Queen. Her human, or something resembling it, skin almost melted right off her body of twisted wires and scorched metal. She gave me a smile, and it was a beautifully gruesome thing, and is now a starring character in my nightmares. “Why?” was the only word that came out of my trembling mouth, and while I know it was a cliche, I was hurt and did not want to die, not when I had survived what so many had not. She strode over to me, and gripped my face with such intense hatred that she drew blood. “Why not?” She replied in that cruel, mocking tone. “Take her away. Lock her up. Tomorrow, she burns.” I think I screamed, but I can’t remember. That night, I understood why people craved immortality, or even the promise of it. No-one wants to die. No one wants that type of blackness. Quiet, cold things dripped down from my eyes that evening, and I let the release of sleep sweep in and wipe them away. When I woke, I was back in that pod. So was everyone else. The clock had been set back, but my memories had not. So when they opened those doors once more, and the sunlight flooded in, I searched for something, anything, to prove I wasn’t a friend of insanity. Unfortunately, Reader, I found it. There, welcoming everyone, smiling a smile of sweetness and innocence that had no right to be on her face, was Isobel. And when she looked up at me and winked, I understood. I was in a cycle. She had not gotten me the first time, but she would get me the next. Or the next. Or the next. She would never stop. She looked back at me, and smiled once more. A thing of cruel beauty, her smile.

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Catalano (Year 7).

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The Empress In the second hundred year of the glorious Tang dynasty, there lived a young and humble man who had an insatiable appetite for learning. Not just one, but many subjects. His name was Chung Ming. Like many peasants in his village, he had barely enough to survive. His one burning desire was to achieve the jinshi degree to attain appointment into civil office to help his nation. The first lunar month was coming up. Chung Ming prepared himself to journey to the capital Chang’an. His friend, Bèn Dàn was going to accompany this perilous journey through the Taihang Mountains! “I want to climb the Taihang Mountains, but they are snow covered. The road is long and weary! Walking the path is difficult.” These were words of truth of lighter days ahead from the famous poet Li Bai; words committed by Chung Ming to heart and memory in anticipation. On a lonely and windy night, when crossing the Taihang Mountains, both travelling companions were cold and hungry when, by chance, they found themselves just outside a dilapidated temple. Observing the temple, it did not appear that food and shelter could be forthcoming; a feeling of hopelessness engulfed the two. Without any warning, a raspy old voice beckoned them into the temple. Looking carefully through misty darkness, they saw an old monk with a welcoming smile. “Come in, come! Have some food! You must be cold and hungry.” The old monk stroked his beard while gesturing into the temple. Chung Ming formally acknowledged the old monk, “Thank you, old master. Your kind deed does much to help us.”

Leading into the monastery, they saw no spacious halls or meditation chambers, but a circular chapel. In the middle of the chapel was a table full of food and a statue of an unknown deity, the likeness of which was the Goddess of Mercy. The light from the solitary candle cast shadows on the walls, which were beautifully painted with life-like representations of men, women and animals in a palace court. On the north side, a number of young maidens were pictured with their court ladies. One, whose maiden tresses flowed across her slender shoulders had a particularly gentle smile. Chung Ming gazed at her visage, enrapt by her beguiling eyes. It seemed as if there was an unspoken cry for help. Chung Ming was mesmerised for a good period of time until he became conscious only of his thoughts which fully wrapped his being. Suddenly, a piercing light shone out from the painting, sucking him into the air. He floated through the wall and fell into a courtyard, surrounded by women dressed in beautiful silk. Gasping in terror, he asked, “Where am I?”, whereupon a lady, the likeness of which was the maiden in the painting, answered, “Here, in the courtyard of the Empress Yui.” She walked serenely away, beckoning him to follow. Chung Ming at once followed her, passing through a grand staircase before arriving at some chambers. He pleaded, “May I please ask your name?” The lady turned around and smiled, “My name is Princess Piao Liang.” She then gently said, “My mother, the Empress Yui, greatly desires your help.”

in the Wall Hearing this, Chung Ming fell to his knees and worshipped heaven in respect of the command from the Empress. “Her command is my duty!” Piao Liang then made a movement towards the imperial chambers, upon which Chung Ming became dreadfully apprehensive. His face turned the colour of linen. In filial obedience, he trotted after Piao Liang, the sound of faint voices from the chambers getting gradually louder and louder. This reassured him less, and the blood in his ears became more thunderous. Upon entering the imperial chambers, he was introduced as the scholar who would save the Zhou dynasty! At this, Chung Ming realised he had travelled back in time. He heard words from the Empress commanding him to help them win the battle with the Northern Bandits. In return, the Empress Yui would grant him a dukedom! Gratefully accepting this command, Chung Ming spent the next few weeks sketching out mathematical diagrams for a tool to help the Imperial army. He also entered into discussions with the court mathematicians, who all praised his wisdom.

Meanwhile, Bèn Dàn had noticed that Chung Ming had disappeared. Asking the old monk where Chung Ming was, he smiled and gestured towards the wall. “Mr Ming has gone where no person can go, but not very far.” Staring at the wall, Bèn Dàn cried out. “There’s a new figure! It looks like Mr Ming? Mr Ming! Mr Ming! You come out now!” Immediately at the end of the cry, the likeness of Chung Ming floated from the wall and became a person next to the monk. Chung Ming was frozen like a statue, despair flowing in his heart, “I have not yet fulfilled my duty to the Empress Yui!” Hearing this, the monk smiled and waved to the wall. Here they now noticed a contraption located outside the palace walls. “This is my contraption!” cried Chung Ming turning to the monk. The monk replied, “Honour has its origin in those that have honour: what more answer will be enough?” This answer did not satisfy Bèn Dàn at all; but then he was not one of great wisdom. Whereupon Chung Ming replied, “Fulfilling one’s duty without reward is the greatest honour of all.” Smiling gently yet again, the old monk pointed to another part of the wall, which showed a nobleman being conferred. Written by Stephanie Chew, illustrations by Reina Shi (Year 8).

WRITTEN BY SASHA PROKHOROV AND ILLUSTRATED BY ANNA WANG (YEAR 9).

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Do you like reading?

I am illiterate.

Yes! I am also multilingual.

It's the right thing to do. I am bilingual.

Are you related to King Edward the Confessor?

Wives or children?

Wives

He's my 27th great uncle.

We're cousins.

Children

Did you behead two?

Is your nickname William the Bastard?

Yes, so I conquered/ invaded England.

Are you the longest reigning British monarch?

Of course not.

No :(

Yes!

Elizabeth II

Henry VIII

No.

Yes, very.

You had 6-8 wives and beheaded 2. You ditched the Roman Catholic Church and made your own.

Yes, so I introduced a tax on beards and created my own church.

William the Conqueror

Are you short?

Why? Is that bad?

Are you very determined to always get your way?

No.

Yes.

Victoria

You had 9 children. You are very short (barely 5ft) and 4 inches shorter than Queen Elizabeth II.

34 X

You are confident. REALLY confident. You don't speak English but you tried very hard to learn it.

You are the longest reigning monarch in history. You value tradition and are extremely cool.

Illustration by Zoe Kopczyk (Year 9).

PINK PRINCESSES by Anna Wang (Year 9).

Princess Peach, Mario

Bubblegum, Adventuretime

Aurora, Sleeping Beauty

Dishwasher: Pingu

(PEPPA PIG)

Not much to say. Literally.

Prison Ward: Daddy Pig His sonic honk will keep the kingdom safe.

GIVING CHILDHOOD TV CHARACTERS ODDLY SPECIFIC CASTLE ROLES Written and illustrated by Euna Oh and Tanika Young (Year 8).

Driver: Iggle Piggle (IN THE NIGHT GARDEN)

He's upgraded from the old boat.

The Queen's Guard: Barnacles, Kwazii and Peso (OCTONAUTS)

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Laundry: Nanny Plum

Window Cleaner: Bob the Builder

(BEN AND HOLLY'S LITTLE KINGDOM)

And now for PUDDING laundry.

Can he clean it?

Shoe Wearer: Angelina Ballerina

Pantler (Pantry Organiser): Bananas in Pyjamas

Breaking in the pointe shoes for Her Majesty.

The food organises itself in the castle.

Rat-Catcher: Shaun the Sheep Shaun obviously stuffed the dead rats into the yellow dog's pillow. Semester 2 2021