The Aviso

Thank you to those who have contributed to both this and last editions of The Aviso. The striking photography and writing precisely encapsulated the experience of isolation, and the videos by Beth Pert provided a novel and entertaining addition to the issue. The last fortnight has been a pivotal one: it has seen the return of VCE and Year 10 our school and others throughout Victoria. I look forward to receiving submissions that express the change in circumstance which we are experiencing. If you would like your writing, art, photography, videography, musical performances or any other creative works published in the next edition of The Aviso, please send your submissions to theaviso@mgc.vic.edu.au

Xara Hudson

Humanities Captain

Paint-By-Numbers with Flowers & Butterflies – Jasmine Mosley, Year 11

The Latest Encounter – Dorace Cheung, 8C

This unsettling encounter is mostly situated near the verge of the lake. Generally, this unknown and realistic place is somewhere about I have not been to. Lake water transpired to be translucent. That even made the scenery more refreshing and stimulating. Fresh air could simply be felt within a

brief distance. Absorbing the warmth that the natural light is producing is merely relaxing and soothing. I was fully infatuated with the luminous lighting above the horizon. Today’s forecast was principally chilly, dry and sunny. The ground was broadly enclosed with prickly and coarse grasses that reached the requirement of a splendid view. This particular site has obviously been a tourist attraction over the years; however, it appears to seem eerily strange throughout the expedition.

My cell phone eventually has lost connection with the wider world. No new notifications, no text messages, no emails, no incoming calls, no vibrations and neither do I have the ability to maintain my cell. I exclaimed and my attentiveness was lost in confusion. My mind was utterly vacant. My malfunctioned cell phone on the right and the global paper map on the left. Something obsolete. Yet, even Google Maps was not signifying. My journal and notebook awaited ahead of me that clutched my attention. I had nothing more or less to stress about.

‘It’s absolutely plenty,’ I silently expressed my concern with a scowl.

The sun has concluded its journey for the day and unwinding for the next. Unpredictably, the gleamy stars have exposed itself to the sky.

Only a week and little did I realise much has already materialised. A foreign region occupied with local residents and tourists.

‘I thoroughly had no anticipation of how long I will linger in this unfamiliar, yet, a remarkable atmosphere.’ I sighed while serenely leaning against an enormous tree.

I averted my bluey eyes and cast a sideways glance in the direction of the locals. They stared straight back and offered me no attention. I instinctively pivoted slightly as they carried on, in the absence of excessive commotion. I exclusively sustained with my sketching of the current delicate landscape whilst seeking for extra local residents. Hardly, no one strolled past. The batch of locals I glanced at previously, commenced ambling near where I composed and relaxed. Courage exhorted me and I demanded assistance. I demonstrated my struggles through conversation and ultimately, they were eager to provide some advice and information. The commands given were considered as insufficient and it was essentially incomprehensible.

The locals I have encountered enthralled me by their impeccable manners and graciousness towards a foreign teen like myself. Somehow, their flawless behaviours may have represented dishonesty and deception. Envisaging their cunning and deceitful demeanour bewildered me. I disregarded my intuition and entreated for a mobile that I can perhaps dial with. They hesitated, uncertain of what to respond to and finally refused my supplication. I was despaired and hopeless.

Without any additional interruptions, I rambled in a secure pace and approached a tour bus. I proceeded for one and immediately, the bus was heading in the direction of the city. The entire journey was officially 3 hours and the unpleasant odour was insanely funky. Passengers were not thrilled with the ride either, many complaints had gone through. Seats were stained and the filthy ground was cluttered with unsanitary waste. We were encompassed with shadows and gloominess due to inadequate illuminations.

Out of nowhere, my cell phone resulted to have recovered from the disconnection. There were countless messages and calls from James and Mia, and chaotically, notifications were all over the place.

‘Joanne, we have attempted to call you approximately 30 times. We emailed, we texted and no replies came through...’

‘We even informed your parents, hospitals and the cops, it was like you had just vanished without even a trace. We have been so concerned and apprehended about you…’

I gazed at the messages intently and was beholden by their full attention. Another message popped up and I directly replied to them, showcasing my gratitude towards their awareness and recognition.

The starry night sky was cloudless and clear. The golden stars glinted in the airspace while I was on the ride. It was somewhere nearby the city, however, not yet arrived. This journey was endlessly long. The stars above my head have escorted me since the commencement of the encounter. But I declined to acknowledge it. They were just as appealing as the blinding sun.

A cool breeze brushed through my reddened cheek and the warmth of my neck as I bounced off the bus. I paused after emitting a forceful hop and then I resumed my walk. I departed from the bus station and the world was waiting impatiently for me. Streets were congested with traffic and people.

‘I have ultimately discovered my way home.’ I shrieked excitingly.

Dorace Cheung, 8C

Quote of the Watch

"Ever tried? Ever failed? No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." - Samuel Beckett
"When it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow." - Gilbert K. Chesterton

Thank you to Freya Swannell of 7C2 for submitting the above quotes.

Humanities News

An interview with barrister and MGC Alumnus, Karina Popova, pertaining to the role of a barrister and the process of becoming one, has been recorded and is now available to view on the school network. The interview – an adjunct to the Humanities Law Week Lawyer Q&A Panel – was conducted by Lori Perry, MGC Alumni Program Coordinator. The questions were compiled by the College’s VCE Legal Studies teachers, and the video will be shown during Legal Studies classes. The video is available at https://bit.ly/2XoMMlf - please note that it is 30 minutes long.
Another video, featuring several other MGC Alumnae in the legal profession, is currently in the production phase. More details of this project are to follow.
The Humanities Club held a classroom meeting today, the first since the reopening of schools. The meeting was held in room 315, as will all future Humanities meetings. Future meetings will be held on the first Thursday of the month, at lunchtime (1:15pm).
The Philosophy Club will be having its first classroom meeting of the year tomorrow at 1:15pm in room 112 – if you have not returned to school, the meeting can be joined on Microsoft Teams at https://bit.ly/3d74PBL