Community Notice
Nationally Consistent Collection of Data on School Students with Disability (NCCD)
Every year, all schools in Australia participate in the Nationally Consistent Collection of Data on School Students with Disability (NCCD). The NCCD process requires schools to identify information already available in the school about supports provided to students with disability. These relate to legislative requirements under the Disability Discrimination Act 1992 and the Disability Standards for Education 2005, in line with the NCCD guidelines (2019).
Student Achievements-Term 2
Spelling Bee Finals
Congratulations to our Stage 2 and Stage 3 class finalists who competed in the Spelling Bee Finals on Monday 16 June.
A special congratulations to our winners:
- Stage 2: Bobbie L
Stage 3: Curtis Z
Each stage winner will go on to represent Hurstville Public School at the regional competition in Term 3. Good luck!
WriteOn Competition
Congratulations to the winners of the annual WriteOn Competition. Students were invited to publish an imaginative piece of writing on the theme "It was a small thing, but it made a difference." Submissions were graded against the official WriteOn criteria. Thank you to all the students who submitted a piece of writing — we were so impressed by your creativity.
Our winners:
- Stage 2: Sofia H
Stage 3: Letisha X
We're proud to share their winning submissions below.
Abandoned
I will never forget the day I was abandoned.
I used to have a home, A family, and shared love.
But it all changed, Not for the better though.
I will never forget the day I was abandoned.
I was held by the tail,
Thrown down stairs.
Called a nuisance,
And kicked out of it all.
I will never forget the day I was abandoned.
I was a young kitten,
Loved and played with well.
They loved me when I was small,
But then it happened.
I will never forget the day I was abandoned.
I grew a bit by the tail,
By the body.
But it was too much,
For them at least.
I will never forget the day I was abandoned.
The day I lost my family,
Their love,
My spirit,
Their kindness.
I will never forget the day I was abandoned.
Living on the streets was harsh,
No one would spare a soul.
There was no mercy
,And that's the way I learned.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
My new home is lovely,
Full of love and compassion.
here are rescued animals everywhere,
And I am one of them too.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
I was rescued at my weakest point,
By a stranger. Once untrusted, But now trusted.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
I got all my cuts treated,
All my fleas out.
All my bruises patched,
All my scars cared for.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
I got my fur silky smooth
,I got to speak to others. Hear their rescue stories. I got to share mine.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
Over time, I met my new owner,
I tried to be gentle, But my instincts kicked in. I felt guilty.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
I ate wildly and spilled my food, Scratched her on the arm by mistake. I just couldn't love her, It was my trauma.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
Never once did she yell.
Never once did she hit. Each time I lashed out at her, She just tried to hold me tighter.
It was a small thing, but it made a big difference.
I learned to love one after my trauma,
I learned to trust one after my trauma.
I will never forget the day I was abandoned,
But her small act made a big difference.
— Sofia H
The Last Saturday in Summer
The click from a camera rang out—that sharp mechanical blade, severed this moment in a sudden blinding artificial flash. It was Saturday in 1940—that fine, fragile suspension before quiet life of this girl was cut away at the edges with a final soft heave. In the garden, the aroma of marmalade, toasted bread and thick, strong Earl Grey tea hung in the warm air. Lucy hated standing still and wanted to chase the pigeons and magpies, but her father gripped her shoulders firmly, his calloused hands steady and warm.
"Just one second, Lou," he murmured.
The shutter snapped, capturing the gap between Lucy's front teeth and the unruly curls of hair that refused to remain tucked in their blue bow. In one frozen moment, the picture captured an essence of tranquility: a fleeting glance at her home before she was placed into a trunk and shipped off to a place where only the crowing of a cockerel meant dawn and dusk.
Within a week, she was shipped off to a farm in the north, where the winter wind cut into her coat and the hush of the farm machinery made any warning siren sound hollow. The girl's routine had become one of work and work alone: she cleaned the rock-lined well for the second time that day until her knuckles bled, ran through frozen fields, hauling buckets of milk on her back. The short blonde curls that flickered while she crouched by the garden, chasing butterflies were now twisted in tight braids by a foster mother who had no time for "Lou."
It was there in the breast pocket of one of her father's tunics that she found it. Yellow and ragged along the edge, the image of the girl with the red cross on her collar was like a phantom wafting from a past era. She looked at the blonde hair and the untidy grin and then looked down at her own scarred hands; the hands that trembled as she flipped the picture over.
"The first delicate leaves of autumn flutter in slow motion, cloaking the ground in fiery colours of amber, mahogany, and crimson. The doorway through which we walked together, the entrance that took me and you both inside, will never be able to welcome me once more. In a few weeks' time, I must go to the front lines. Remember only that I watch over you from heaven. Love you Lou…."
Lucy pressed the photo to her lips, and for the first time in her life, the wind blowing from the crack in her window didn't feel cold.
Perhaps this was the destiny that she was supposed to live.
— Letisha X
Operation Art Competition
Finally, the Operation Art Competition finalists have been chosen. Thank you to all the students who submitted a piece of artwork. Students were asked to design an artwork carrying a positive or uplifting message.
Congratulations to Celina and Evan, who were successfully nominated for the Operation Art Competition. All nominated artworks will be framed and exhibited in a NSW gallery.
World Maths Day Champions
World Maths Day Champions!
A huge congratulations to our talented Year 6 students who achieved an outstanding result in the 2026 Mathletics World Maths Day competition, finishing in 1st place and bringing home the championship trophy!
Throughout the competition, our students demonstrated exceptional mathematical skills, quick thinking, determination and teamwork as they competed against students from around the world. Their dedication and enthusiasm for mathematics shone through every challenge, making this achievement even more impressive.
We are incredibly proud of our Year 6 mathematicians for this remarkable accomplishment. What a fantastic way to showcase our school motto, Strive for Success. Congratulations, Year 6!
Disability & Inclusion in Sport
Council's Early Learning Services
Lost Property
Reminder: Please label all your child's clothing and personal belongings so they can be returned to them if lost.
At the end of each day, a large collection of clothing and containers are left behind. Lost property can be located outside the library.
Parents are encouraged to go through this to check for lost property at drop-off or pick-up time.
Building for Hire
