Parent & Student Matters
What's happening in the College?
- Census Privacy Notice
- School and Sport Photos
- From the History Department
- Science Club - On this Thursday
- Exemplar Expression
Census Privacy Notice
Attached is a notice from the Australian Government regarding the collection of information from schools for the 2020 School Census.
Mr Nick Carson - Business Manager
School and Sport Photos
The Year/Individual and other Group Photos have been postponed until Monday August 3. More details are to follow with Order forms and the running order for the day.
The Summer Sports photos are being processed now. Students will receive them early in Term 3.
Ms Leisa Proc - General Coordinator
From the History Department
St Pius Historians in the News
The State Library of NSW has a very useful page for students interested in taking the History Extension course in the HSC. This has been recently updated to include small video clips of students who have achieved highly in the course. They give very useful tips about a range of aspects of History Extension including the major project. Jasper Choi (SPX 2018) is featured in these videos a number of times. Jasper was awarded First in the State in 2018 in the course after receiving full marks in the HSC Examination. He has also generously offered his time to History Extension students at the College in the past two years. The link to the library’s page can be found at: https://www.sl.nsw.gov.au/learning/schools-and-teachers/hsc-history-extension. Those students considering this HSC course are strongly advised to peruse it.
In 2019, Greg Growden, father of Angus (2018), published a highly acclaimed book, Cricketers at War: Cricket Heroes Who Fought For Australia in Battle. Greg is one of Australia’s leading sport journalists. He has written several cricket books including his biography of Charles Fleetwood-Smith, A Wayward Genius, which was included in The Guardian’s list of the 100 best sporting books of the twentieth century. In the recent edition of The Cricketer magazine, the pre-eminent cricket writer and historian, David Frith, reviewed Cricketers at War. “Greg Growden has written some significant cricket books, but this crowns all.” The full review can be read below.
Mr Pat Rodgers - History/Legal Studies Coordinator
Science Club - On This Thursday
A reminder to all students in Years 7 and 8 that Science Club is on again this Thursday, 25 June. It is being held in S2 at 1.00 pm.
Mrs Joanne Schuster - Science Coordinator
Exemplar Expression
Each week this term Year 11 Imaginative scripts that have been identified as exemplar pieces of writing will be published in Woodchatta. We have never done this before and the students did not write these pieces with the expectation that they would be published in our school newsletter, however we felt that these particular scripts were so powerful that we wanted to share them.
Open your Eyes
My eyes feel heavy as my body slowly sinks into the comfort of my silk sheets. Glancing over at the time, to my surprise it read 11.44 pm. I couldn’t believe how my mind lost track of time so quickly engrossed in this book. The book was a tragedy about two star-crossed lovers, something quite left of centre for me to read, but somehow, I found it near impossible to put down. Coming to the end of the sixteenth chapter, I put the scrap piece of paper that I used as a bookmark into the book, switched off my bedside light and attempted to fall asleep with the raging storm banging at my window.
Just as I was beginning to drift off, I realised that I had left my bedroom door open. It’s almost a compulsive act that I need it closed, as I simply cannot fall asleep with the door open because my mind stays in a constant state of fear with no protective barrier to cocoon my slumber in. However tonight, I decided to face my fears sleeping with the door open. As I try gallantly to fall asleep, my mind betrays my efforts and keeps me awake. My intrusive thoughts go over the many features of my room. My clock sits close beside me to the right of my bed and my work desk is roughly five steps from it. My closet situated in the back of my room is small, but I manage to fit all of my clothes in there keeping it neat. Finally, my hallway is ten steps away from my bedroom door, staying open on this one occasion to face my crippling fear. Oddly the familiarity of these facts soothed my intrusive thought s and I slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Not knowing how long I was in the grips of slumber, I was suddenly and abruptly shaken from my sleep state with a deafening thud, coming from just down my hallway leading to my room, but I quickly dismiss it. I rationalised my thoughts, saying that an unbalanced dish could have fallen deeper into the mountain of dishes that I had piled up in my kitchen sink, but a second and a third thud followed, almost mimicking the noise of footsteps. I was now petrified, then again four, five, six thuds slowly grew louder as if something was coming toward my room. I try to move my body, but utterly immobilised and helpless, I laid in my bed as still and heavy as a rock paralysed by fear. The unknown figure comes closer, until the point where I know it is about to approach me. An uninvited slight weight places itself on my left leg, and a quiet voice follows the action, whispering ‘hey, open your eyes’. I do my best to ignore the voice, continuing to keep my eyes closed. The voice continues to speak, “look at me, why won’t you look at me?”. I can feel someone’s slow and steady breaths now breathing over my ear. The unknown figure continues to whisper “I will share a secret with you, I have never seen myself before, I don’t know if I am even here, which is why I need you to open your eyes, so you can tell me how I look, but... I am also shy, so I might hide the moment you do, you won’t find me anywhere and soon you will forget, like a faded dream”.
It pauses for a moment, “I know you’ re not asleep, you listen with those tiny ears of yours, they look so fragile”. Something brushes past my ear as my terror intensifies. My body begins to tremble with fear as my mind blares alarms, trying to figure a way out from this nightmare. In a low voice, he murmurs,” How do you think my eyes look, when our gazes finally meet … what will you find? Suddenly a pair of broken eyes barged into the depths of my consciousness piercing into my soul. “I wonder what your eyes look like under their vale of flesh, round like pearls, shiny like jewels. “The night is still and the rain continues to bang on your window, people are good at closing their doors, you have one right there, a barrier to keep the bad out. The bad can be anything, a bad person, a bad smell, or sometimes me. I sometimes feel a great urge to be seen, desperately searching for an open door, covered in darkness and for someone to be waiting at the other end of the door awake. My need to be seen is so powerful sometimes I transcend the realm into your consciousness and the physical reality. You had your door open, welcoming visitors into your room, yet you still refuse to acknowledge my presence and continue to believe that I am not real… but I am. Are you scared? Are you afraid? you mustn’t be since we’ve been chatting for so long. You haven’t chased me out, which means that you welcome me”. My body screams for some sort of release from this prison that I have trapped myself within. “I wonder if your hands are warm, people’s hands are usually very … warm” I feel something crawl along my bedsheets to clasp my hand. I muster all the courage that I can and shake my body back to life, opening my eyes and sporadically trying to switch on my bedside light. I scan my room for the unknown figure, certain t hat someone would be looming over me, but there was nothing, everything was how I left it. I race to shut my door and retreat back to my bed. That night I stayed up till sunrise, waiting until the monster had left my room. Ever since that night, I always closed my door knowing that the unknown figure would try, but wouldn’t’ be able to enter the confines of my bedroom, protected by the barrier that would enable me to block out the horror and close my eyes…It’s only a door…but the door to my imagination where the creature resides deep in my mind is a door I pray stays locked.
by Ben Chua
Mr David Webster - English Coordinator