News from the
Library
Holiday Reading with our Buddies
Wet cold days over the holidays really played to my strengths, and I got the time to do a lot of reading.
Katherine S in Year 9 also got some reading in and sent us a photo of their cat Jesse with a few books that they have read and liked or look forward to reading. Thanks Katherine 😊
If your students read a Library book (or two) over the holidays, please encourage them to leave a review on the Library catalogue. It is a great way to share what you are reading and help others choose their next read. A reminder on how to leave reviews can be found in the FAQ channel on the Library Teams page.
Joanne Montgomery
Library Manager
Resident Writers
Congratulations to our Term 2 winners:
- Student – Sophie Berry
- Staff – Linda Stocks
All entries can be viewed in the Resident Writers Gallery at the top of the Resident Writers channel in the Library Teams page.
Term 3 Resident Writers is NOW OPEN.
Send us short written pieces you are proud of; they can be essays, stories, poems, lyrics, etc. Email your entries, with 'Resident Writers Entry' in the subject line to:
library@wantirnacollege.vic.edu.au
If it is a Family & Friends submission, please mention which student or staff member you are connected to.
By submitting, you agree to be published to the school community (on Teams, in the College Yearbook, etc). Please let us know if you want to submit but prefer to keep your work anonymous.
Sophie Berry’s winning entry:
You tell yourself you don’t miss them. But what would you do if they were standing in front of you again? How would you feel and what would you say? Would you truly be at peace with everything that’s happened?
You can try to ignore that lingering feeling of grief. The truth is that you might even succeed. You can try to drown out the pain of knowing you’ll never hear their laugh again and you can try to forget all the precious things they said.
At the end of the day, you know you miss them. You know they made you a better person. You know you look for them in everyone that you meet. But you know you can’t be friends anymore. You know you had to leave no matter how bad it hurt. You know you had to distance and protect yourself from them. But you don’t know much you miss someone until they’re standing in front of you again.
Words, by Linda Stocks
The word ‘use’
is sprinkled onto a page.
It stands alone,
meaningless.
It’s seen
but ignored.
A child draws a flower
next to ‘use’
with a red crayon.
The word ‘kind’ is
lost and confused,
unsure of its worth.
It stops at ‘use’ and smiles.
The two form an alliance,
‘use kind’.
They sit together
on the table.
Watching.
Waiting.
What will become
Of them?
That’s mine.
Not yours.
Give it back.
No way.
Slam!
The words despair.
This isn’t good,
It isn’t right.
Something must be said.
Another disillusioned word
passes the table.
It sees two allies
and finds meaning.
It can make a difference.
‘Use kind words’.
Shut up!
You’re hopeless,
get out
I hate you.
The words sit together
and wait.
Dust gathers
on their letters.
The family pass,
but they do not see.
It’s your fault
he left.
No it’s not.
Yes it is.
Slam!
Dust gets thicker
on the words.
A book partially covers
their message.
There’s tears.
Big agonised sobs
that come from the depths
of a broken heart.
The woman reaches
for a tissue
and a sheet of paper
falls to the floor.
She stares at
the three
powerful words.
She picks up her phone
and speaks.
I’m sorry,
can we talk?
The tears are dried,
The words are dusted
and placed
gently against the
woman’s heart.