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Term 4 Week 7

THE PENINSULA PRESS

28 November, 2018

PCS Writing Competition

entrant Bruna Gomes of

Year 10 with Mr Bowsher

and Ms Kennedy

PCS WRITING COMPETITION

Congratulations to the finalists for the PCS writing Competition.

Last Tuesday finalists and their families were invited to a special awards ceremony at

Berkelouw Books in Mona Vale to celebrate the creative achievements. Of the nine students

shortlisted, six were Barrenjoey students. Designed in current fashions of fast or flash fiction,

the challenge was to be expressive but also succinct. Students were given a stimulus, a

lighthouse, and were marked according to their control of language, their originality and their

use of the stimulus. Students only had 500 words to make an impact on our judges (Libby

Armstrong from Beachside Book and Alan Jones a writer and parent from Pittwater High).

Congratulations again to the finalists and thank you to all 33 Barrenjoey students who entered.

Belle Turner Year 11 (Stage 6 winner)

Flynn Maynard Year 11 (Stage 6 second place)

Zoe Coles Year 10 (Stage 5 winner)

Bruna Gomes Year 10 (Stage 5 second place)

Lucinda Collee Year 7 (Stage 4 second place)

Tim Bradford Year 7 (Stage 4 third place)

Here are their impressive stories:

The Finalists are:

Photos courtesy of Zoe Kemp Year 11

By Ms Kennedy

I’m glad we woke on the ground and not in the sky – the storm of stars is so wild that we’d

surely have lost each other before we even got the chance to lose ourselves. I remember that

night we swam, cold, naked, from the shore, and halfway out to sea and looked up – just to

get a glimpse at the universe and what could have been – and you told me you were scared of

being alone as we floated on the very water that drowns our lungs. Is it even possible to be

alone in a finite world? - perhaps, only if we were deaf and blind; if we were senseless. But

that’s just in our nature, isn’t it, to crave the company of another, because misery loves

company, and it’s our own misery that we perpetuate endlessly. Maybe it’s the only thing that

kept you sane. We’re human, with problems nurtured such as they were our own children, and

kept so close to our heart. Even the sky needs catharsis though, and the eventual cumulation

of our miseries no longer provides sanity to our tempestuous minds, so we release -

derivatively, just like the sky does. Isn’t that strange? Or perhaps it makes more sense than

anything has the right to. I remember the countless times we’d toasted the sky with acidic wine

because the ground was the place we knew; raising our glasses to what could have been the

future, which I must imagine was happy. Dissatisfaction is bitter, so we ignore the possibilities

of other realities, but wouldn’t that be something? - if we could wake among the stars, and

breathe the dust of the universe? Of course, the air down here smells sweet enough - running

red and blue through our bodies - and it’s almost fascinating that some sequence of divine

events brought me to this very moment. The possibility of us being able to experience this as

we do is so infinitesimally miniscule that I should appreciate it more - the human experience,

that is. The way that we can direct ourselves to hike a mountain only for the purpose of

enjoying the view, and the fact that once we get there, once we stand on the precarious edge,

we not only fear falling off but also fear the lack of tenacity in our minds that should tether us

to the rock our feet stand on; the urge to jump is hardly insane though, simply because we are

so interconnected with the earth that flying seems possible. Shouldn’t the air lift us as we fall?

The human experience is truly incredible, and so immense that trying to think about it

confused me more than I ever told you. So I just set my life to the drum of your heartbeat, and

followed the beam of the lighthouses in your eyes, because that was easier than finding a

plan. I wish we had woken in the sky – the sky, which holds the stars, unshakeable and

permanent. Down here, on this earth which we live by, where we must enjoy the sweet

subtleties lest we get distracted by the universe, nothing will ever be close to the infinity that is

offered beyond our clouds.

Belle Turner Year 11 (Stage 6 winner)

Flynn Maynard Year 11 (Stage 6 second place)

Toms Ruins

It’s times like these when I take the backseat of my mind. I watch myself from the tail end of my

consciousness and review my life like a montage that pushes itself into my visual field and only

leaves me as a lost, empty soul. The ocean knocked on my head and entered my ears, nose

and mouth. I pull my head above the water and try make out the distance between myself and

the headland. A lighthouse, home, it beams light through the fog and exhausting wind of the

South-East Coast. I picture my family; my son gazing at the television, hypnotised, my wife

arched over her book, her husband seemingly recovering from the argument by getting piss-

drunk in the town. A sigh escapes my body and contracts stomach, the barren beach and the

lighthouse on the headland torment my screaming conscience. You have no chance of

returning, it whispers to me in a sinister voice, you must give up, there’s no reason to try. I may

be drowning, but I didn’t have a melancholy mentality, I felt blessed to be so far from the shore

as that was more unsafe than the ocean I float in.

A montage of moments projects through the glimmering water, light a break of sunlight in the

deviate cloud. I see denouement of an era. The breakdown of a marriage.

She stares at him, defective of love and honesty. “I know how hard this is, Tom,” she whispers

under her incoherent sobs, “but it is for the best. For our child, we’re hurting him by trying to

heal our love.” She repeats her whimpers like a hymn, discharging a tear from her left eye,

taking off a layer of mascara on its way down, past her cheek, collecting foundation. She

inhales, sucking the tear into her mouth. Rain and wind pelt at the concrete walls of the

lighthouse that surround us. Footfalls echo down the hallway, and their child sticks his head

around the door frame, observing his mother and father. “Is mum okay?” the child whispers.

Tom gives him a nod of affirmation and the child hesitantly walks back to his room. “I think you

should leave now,” she orders, “Please.”

The water fills my lungs with every surge of ocean. I taste the Pacific in all of it’s might. The salt

sits in the back of my throat, no space for oxygen in this berth. Seaweed lodged in my chest,

vertigo hitting my head. I begin to sink. Deep into the dark blue, deeper, deeper. The beam of

light dissipates, the lighthouse is gone from my sight. Relief. I’m surrounded by all of these

moments in my life that brought me here; the fights, the tears, the breakdown of a marriage, the

repercussions that have since been woven into my temporal lobe. They dance about my

fragmented body, Taunting me. I see my wife, weeping. She swims over to my near-lifeless

body and pulls me close to her, whispering into my waterlogged ear as the last bubbles of air

escape my body:

“I think you should leave now,” the sentence dances in my ear like a ballerina, echoing, twirling.

“Please.”

Zoe Coles Year 10 (Stage 5 winner)

The lighthouse stretched its arms out across the sea, bathing the dancing whales that

confided in its warmth. It was January 1st 2010, the smell of the new decade filtered through

the salt of the seawater that swam underneath Jessica Watson’s boat. She had stayed up

until midnight, and although she was alone, she had never felt more a part of something.

Jessica could see her purpose so clearly, as though it were deep red blood sitting on her fair

arm, and although she will admit that there was pain in her solitude, there was an

undeniable sense of unity.

Her surroundings were something of a microcosm, and this whole venture she had set out

on 2 months ago from Sydney encapsulated something much bigger than she had ever let

her mind imagine. Jessica Watson was on her journey to become the youngest person to

ever sail the world alone, at just sixteen years of age. Sixteen years, she thought, and I have

seen more waters and slept beneath more spirited moons that many do in the entirety of

their existence.

The sunrises that she had been a part of had spilled and leaked colours so vibrant that they

did not even have names, and the sunsets she had fallen asleep to were lullabies for the

ocean’s children, a family that she now plays and rests with. It was New Years Day, and

whilst Jessica knew this, it did not interest her in the way it once had. The ocean held a

different sense of time to it and did so in a way that could not be measured in days or years.

The sun was the clock and the ocean’s current held time and rippled it through the waters,

settling on Jessica’s skin and seeping into her mind, calming her with its lack of worry or

exclaim. In the darkness of the new year, she ventured out onto the deck where the ocean

became her stage, lit by a foreign glow bleeding from a nearby headland.

She thought about the lighthouse, the guidance and direction it gave to her, something of a

gift. Jessica wondered what she could give back to the lighthouse, or if her mere ardour for

the dripping blue waters that encompassed our lands was thankful enough. She often felt a

strange connection to the lighthouse keepers, there was an unspoken endearment carried

through the salty air, breathing light upon the waters.

As she sat on the deck of her trusted boat, an overwhelming desire to surround herself by

the water that she sat upon came over her, the thought flooding her every bloodstream. To

breathe the same time it breathes, just for a moment, to be drenched in the light of the

lands. Her limbs led her to the ladder down the side of her boat, and she lowered herself

upon the water. It carried Jessica as she lay on her back, all trust and time fading into unity.

For a brief moment, she was a sleeping child cradled in her mother’s arms, and she was

connected. Jessica was with and without, and had never felt more whole.

Bruna Gomes Year 10 (Stage 5 second place)

A Mermaid’s Predicament

I am in love with the lighthouse keeper. He has tousled hair that smells of sea spray and hands

that roll softly through his salty curls like waves. And his mind, it is deeper than the ocean, full

of thoughts wilder than the sea creatures that lurk in the darkest of trenches. He does an

impressive job of looking after the foolish sailors that brave these seas below the cliff, making

sure that the life-sparing tower functions efficiently. Every single night, once the sun has put

itself to bed, watching the stretch of light sweep across the sea, I quietly assure him that I’ll

love him forever.

He must get lonely, up there every night, with only a beam of light and the swell’s whispers to

keep him company. I’ve never actually spoken to the lighthouse keeper before, but I would like

to, someday. In fact, it is my dream to hear his celestial voice wash over me until I feel dizzy

and see stars. The closest I ever get to that, though, is when he stands on the edge of the cliff,

and he looks out to the horizon with a hypnotic gaze full of glittering serendipity. Of course, he

never sees me, because why look down to the craggy rocks and black shoreline when you can

look up at the rays of sunshine bounce off the clouds in bursts of dusky pink and delicate lilac?

That would be like going to an art gallery only to look at the walls on which the paintings are

hung.

I have dreams about the lighthouse keeper, up there in his tower of solitude. In my dreams, he

kisses me and he tastes of salt and benevolence, and then I touch his leathery cheek and he

flashes a smile that shines brighter than the pearls sealed within the oysters that are clinging to

the rocks. In my dreams, he doesn’t mind that from the waist down I am covered in shimmering

teal scales that prevent me from ever joining him in his trusty lighthouse. He doesn’t mine that

my teeth are sharper that the knives that sailors use to cut ropes, or the way the slits in my

neck twitch as they suck in air. It’s always a shame to wake up from those dreams, because

then I am always left with his silhouette against the beam of the lighthouse and a wicked

yearning that I cannot seem to extinguish.

One night, after the sun had well and truly fallen asleep, I was horrified. The lighthouse was not

on. The sea was not bathed in its assuring light. The sailors were free to flirt with their deaths.

The cliff was empty, spare the withered bones of the tower whose life had been snuffed out.

Tears stung my eyes and my gills seethed as they struggled to suck in oxygen. Suddenly I

shivered, my bare shoulders desperate for the lighthouse keeper’s embrace. What a futile

place this dark cliff has become.

Lucinda Collee Year 7 (Stage 4 second place)

The Wind

I hear the wind rustle through the leaves above me.

It calls to me like a sad haunting song, as if it is trying to tell me something.

“Come with me.” It says in its haunting whisper.

“Follow me, quickly now child. Hurry!”

I snap my eyes open.

I take deep breaths to settle the disturbances the dream had caused.

In and out, in and out.

The air is crisp with frost, it latches onto my breath, like a moth to flame.

Suddenly, the air shifts around me.

There’s a storm coming. I can taste the salt in the air.

I am lying underneath an old oak tree, it’s gnarled, twisted branches protect me

from the coming gale.

I come out of my sleeping position and slowly stand up.

My knees protest with every step I take.

I slowly start to trudge up the hill to where my home, the lighthouse stands like

an anchor against the wind.

My hair spills out of my beanie like ink, blowing behind me wildly in the wind.

Frantically I try to grab my beanie, but the wind has snatched it up and taken it

away, mocking my every attempt to get it back.

Knowing that my beanie has now been lost to the ferocious waves of the sea, I

begrudgingly turn around, and trudge up the well-worn path, to my home.

In the distance I hear the crackle of thunder, so loud it shakes me to the bone.

Suddenly, a fork of lightning so blinding that all I see is murky darkness.

It had struck down into the sea, churning the water into froth.

With a sudden urgency that came from deep within, I sprint up the path towards

the lighthouse.

My breath catches in my throat, my stomach flips in fright.

There, where the lighthouse my home, once stood is now a burning pile of

rubble. The smell of loss reaches my nose. I stifle a cry as I hear a loud crash as

it hits the rocks below. The sea swallows it up like a last meal.

What will I do now?

Tim Bradford Year 7 (Stage 4 third place)

Moth

Darkness falls. The dimming gradient of light that blankets the sky slowly disappears

under the horizon. There is an island. On this Island is a lighthouse. In the lighthouse is

a weary lighthouse keeper. Ships pass through the waters around the island. Soon the

keeper will soon have to turn the huge light on to warn ships of the rocky shores of the

small island. The keeper has never had a ship crash on his Island and he plans to keep

it that way.

As he cranks the lever forwards and the blinding light shunts on and the keeper is

satisfied that he has done everything correctly. No ships will be coming anywhere close

to the Island tonight. The Lighthouse keeper walks down the spiralling staircase and

heads to his living quarters. The light clicks off and the ageing lighthouse keeper

slumps onto the creaking mattress. He drifts off into a deep slumber and the world

around fades away from him.

Cold. Chilling, icy, uncomfortable cold. It feels to the Lighthouse keeper like he has

spent an eternity in deep space. It is dusk. The lighthouse is not on and the twinkling

lights of a ship in the distance is edging ever closer. The hard realisation hits the

keeper. He needs to get up to the lighthouse and turn on the light. He tries to run but

his legs don’t move. He tries to scream but no sound escapes his mouth. A screaming

headache pierces the keeper’s thoughts and something black looms into the edge of

the lighthouse keeper’s view. The ship is very close to the shore and he can see the

people on the decks of the vessel.

It overwhelms the man as the creature touches down in front of him. Standing in front

of him is an animal-Is it an animal? , no, it cannot be. The thing is at least eight feet tall

and has immense red eyes that pierce the darkness like an arrow through wood. On it’s

back are two large moth-like wings with red eye markings. Two long legs rippling with

muscles and four arms with ten fingers on each wide hand. It speaks to the man with

it’s mind. The moth creature says:

‘I am Mothman. I have resided on this planet for over two billion years. My mind is

superior to yours. Turn on the light and the ship will be safe. Turn on the light and you

will be freed’’.

The keeper awakes to the sickening screech of breaking metal and the screams of

passengers. A massive black shape flys past the keeper’s window.

MADD NIGHT – HOW WONDERFUL IT WAS

CAPA students excelled in both creative and performing arts last night at the annual event. The

evening began with the art exhibition in the Back Stage Gallery. The wonderful artwork created

over the year by so many Visual Arts, Ceramics, Photography and Graphic Arts students. The

Concert band played several pieces captivating the audience under the conductorship of Josh

Hughes. The acts showcased individual and group performances from the talented Music

students and both the Drama and Dance items were delightful.

Thank you to the community for their support of the arts at BHS, Well done students and

teachers!

MADD NIGHT

Amber Tiles Mona Vale, Avalon

Butcher, Avalon Earth Moving, Avalon

Family Dental, Avalon Florist, Avalon

Palm Beach Chamber of Commerce,

Avalon RSL- Bistro 61, Avalon Skin,

Avalon Stand Up Paddle, Avalon Swim,

Avalon Whole Food shop, BBQ

Factory, Beach Road, Beaches Beauty

, Beachside Bookshop, Beckenhams,

Blake Real Estate, Bookoccino, Careel

Bay Marina, Chapmans Carpets,

Chelsea Pet Shop, Club Palm Beach,

Commonwealth bank, Couston Family,

Cranzgots, Crush Wine, Deese, Di

Cutrie, Dive Spear Sport, Dogue,

Donna’s barber shop, Eco DownUnder,

F45, Facial Impressions, Fantasea,

Flourish, Flynn’s , Golden Fruit, Isabel

Lopez Hair design , Jim Colley, John

Bull Removals, Jonahs, Kennards Hire,

Kristina Brinke, Lazer Clinics, Le

Bourlevarde Avalon, Make up by

Elizabeth, Manly Surf School, Mitre 10,

Modus Operandi Brewing, North Av

Metro station, Northern Beaches

Council, Organic Shop, Palm Beach

Fish & Chips, PIM events, Pittwater

Kayak Tours, Previous Next, Redback

Nomad SUP, Road to Paradise, Rust,

Sa Biang, Sally Mayman - Turtle

Pictures, Sarah & Haven, Super Yacht

Crew Academy, Surf Collective,

Swell, Swimart pool clean , The

Academy Brand, The Avalon

Beachhouse, The Parkhouse,

TravelView, Uncovered, Voss, Wendy

Sharpe, Womens Rugby &’s Training

Jersey, Woolworths Avalon,

YouSaveChemist

GOLDEN BALL

THANK YOU WE COULDN’T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU

Thank you to all our wonderful Sponsors who supported the 50th Anniversary at the

Golden Ball. Because of these amazing Businesses we raised more than $17,000

BAND NEWS

It’s been a busy couple of weeks for Band with a major performance on Avalon Market Day

followed by performances at Avalon and Bilgola Primary schools and MADD night. The school

visits are important for us because this is where we can showcase Band to potential new

players. Both schools followed up with glowing reports about our performances and behaviour

during our visits, so mission accomplished. Band now goes off on a well deserved week long

Tour to Northern NSW and the Gold Coast, with a busy schedule of performances but allowing

time also for fun and frolics!

Congratulations to our latest successful crop of AMEB (Australian Music Examination Board)

candidates. Preparation for an AMEB takes months of hard work, dedication and commitment.

Performance

Level 7 Elena Newlyn (Flute)

Level 6 Kasey Cramer (French Horn); Will Cassell (Flute)

Level 5 Mia Susnjara (Flute); Laura Newlyn (Flute); Callum Archibald (Trumpet)

Level 4 Elise Inger (Clarinet)

Level 3: Alice Binns (Trumpet); Tara Moran (Flute)

Music Theory/Musicality

Level 4 Lachan Bates

Level 3 Elena Newlyn; Will Cassell

Level 1 Mia Susnjara

Photos courtesy of Krithia Edwards

Written by Gerry Bates

2018 HISTORY SHOWCASE – EVERYONE IS INVITED

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM THE TAS DEPARTMENT

AT

BARRENJOEY HIGH SCHOOL

We wish you all Happy Holidays and look forward to seeing you in 2019. If you

are considering purchasing new school shoes in the holidays here is a guide to

purchasing one of the following:

Remember if you do not have the correct footwear, you will be asked to

leave the practical classroom lesson and work on your theory tasks.

Important:

SHOES:

MONDAY

NOVEMBER 26

TUESDAY

NOVEMBER 27

WEDNESDAY

NOVEMBER 28

THURSDAY

NOVEMBER 29

FRIDAY

NOVEMBER 30

Year 10 – Year

11 Taster

Classes

Year 9

Commerce

Market Day

10.10am –

11.40am

JUNIOR

MADD

Evening Year 10 – Year

11 Taster

Classes

Year 12 Music

Assessment

Task

Band

Rehearsal

6pm-8pm

Year 12 Music

Assessment

Task

Year 10 – Year

11 Taster

Classes

Nic Newling

Student

presentation

11.40am

Nic Newling

Parent

Presentation

6.30pm –

8.30pm

Year 10 – Year

11 Taster

Classes

Year 11 Girls

Workshop

Year 12

English

Studies

Excursion

History

Showcase

Evening

5.30pm-

6.30pm (A

Block

Common

room)

Year 12

PDHPE Task 1

due

Year 12 SLR

Task 1 due

Year 10 Luna

Park Excursion

BARRENJOEY

BAND TOUR

Band

Rehearsal

3.15pm-

4.30pm

WEEK 7 (A) TERM 4

WEEK 8 (B) TERM 4

MONDAY

DECEMBER 3

TUESDAY

DECEMBER 4

WEDNESDAY

DECEMBER 5

THURSDAY

DECEMBER 6

FRIDAY

DECEMBER 7

BARRENJOEY

BAND TOUR

Year 12

Flexible

Learning Day

U/15 Cricket –

Nolans

Reserve

Year 12 French

Beginners

Assessment

Task 1

Speaking

Minimum

Standard

Reading Test

9am-10am

BARRENJOEY

BAND TOUR

Year 12 Flexible

Learning Day

Year 12 English

Extension 2

Assessment

Task 1

Year

Band Rehearsal

6pm-8pm

YEAR 6

ORIENTATION

DAY

Minimum

Standard

Numeracy Test

10.10am –

11.40am

BARRENJOEY

BAND TOUR

Year 12 Flexible

Learning Day

Year 12 Drama

Assessment

Task

Minimum

Standard

Writing Test

9am-10am

P & C

MEETING

5.30PM (all

welcome)

BARRENJOEY

BAND TOUR

Silver Duke of

Edinburgh Test

Expedition

Year 12

Flexible

Learning Day

Year 12 French

Beginners Task

1 B - Reading

BARRENJOEY

BAND TOUR

Silver Duke of

Edinburgh Test

Expedition

Year 12

Photography

Assessment

Task

Year 12

Aboriginal

Studies

Excursion –

Sydney

University

Year 7 Surf

Awareness

Program – Palm

Beach

Band Rehearsal

3.15pm-4.30pm

MONDAY

DECEMBER 10

TUESDAY

DECEMBER 11

WEDNESDAY

DECEMBER 12

THURSDAY

DECEMBER 13

FRIDAY

DECEMBER 14

Year 12 CAFS

Task 1 Part A

Due

Year 10 Skill

Building

Activities

Year 8 Report

Distribution and

Interviews

Year 12

English Ext 1

Assessment

Task

Year 12

Physics

Excursion

(Luna Park)

Year 10 Skill

Building

Activities

Band

Rehearsal

6pm-8pm

Year 12 Textiles

& Design Task 1

due

Year 10 Skill

Building

Activities

Year 7 Report

Interviews and

Distribution

Year 12

Mathematics

Std 2 HSC

Assessment

Task 1, Year

12

Mathematics

Std 1 HSC

Assessment

Task 1

Year 10

Report

Distribution

and

Interviews

Year 10 Skill

Building

Year 12

Mathematics

and Standard

Mathematics

Assessment

Task 1

Year 10 RYDA

Safe Driver

Course – St

Ives

Year 9 Report

Distribution

and Interviews

Band

Rehearsal

3.15pm –

4.30pm

WEEK 9 (A) TERM 4

WEEK 10 (B) TERM 4

MONDAY

DECEMBER 17

TUESDAY

DECEMBER 18

WEDNESDAY

DECEMBER 19

THURSDAY

DECEMBER 20

FRIDAY

DECEMBER 21

Year 12 English

Advanced/

Standard/Studie

Assesment Task

Achievement

Evening 6pm-

8pm

Year 11

Flexible

Learning Day

WK B: Society

and Culture

Project

Morning

WK B: HSC

Drama IP

Workshop

School

Formal

Assembly

House

Celebration

Event

Band

Rehearsal

6pm-8pm

Year 12 CAFS

Task 1 Part B

due

Gold Medal

Reward

Excursion

(Wet’n’Wild)

LAST DAY

OF

SCHOOL

FOR 2018

EXCURSIONS TERM 4

NAME YEARDATE OF

EXCURSIONDUE AMOUNT

Maths On Line $30

WELLBEING

7

various

DUE NOW$30

8 $55

9

DUE NOW

$30

10 $110

11/12 $30

Dance Performance various various $200

Maths Competitions 7-12 $7 &/or $10

Band Tour 7-1230th November–

7th DecemberDUE NOW

Total = $750

Dep = $250

Bal= $500

Duke of Edinburgh

Silver Test Expedition10 6th- 8th December

22nd

November$450

Sneak peek at some of the

delicious recipes!

Great Christmas Present!

YEAR 9 TO YEAR 10 SENIOR UNIFORM

Time to purchase Senior Uniform

Homework club * Come and do your homework with the support

of a teacher

When: Tuesday afternoons 3.15 - 4.15pm

Thursday mornings 8.15 – 9am

Where: In Top Deck, upstairs in D block next to D18

Any questions ask Ms Smith or Ms Hines in the LASS staffroom upstairs in

C block, next to C12

Week/Date Focus

WEEK 7 HSIE Last homework club will

be Thursday 29th

November

SANDBAR CAFÉOperating Hours:

Week 7: Thursday 8am – 10am

Week 8: Wednesday 8am – 10am

Thursday 8am – 10am

Week 9 and Week 10 Café Closed

Come along and enjoy some of the delightful treats. Open to

our wonderful community, bring your family and friends.

CANTEEN ROSTER – TERM 4

Week 7 CANTEEN ROSTER

MONDAY 26 NOVEMBER Anne McWilliam

TUESDAY 27 NOVEMBER Help Needed

WEDNESDAY 28 NOVEMBER Help Needed

THURSDAY 29 NOVEMBER Help Needed

FRIDAY 30 NOVEMBER Jackie Sailer

CAREERS NEWSLETTER with Mr Moylan

The Barrenjoey Careers Website is a great resource for students, parents and

staff with information on careers and post school.

Good Afternoon everyone,

Here is the link to this weeks careers newsletter

http://bit.ly/bhscareersnewsletter261118

Year 10: Week 9 Skill Building notes/ payment are due now..

Michael MoylanCareers Advisor Year 9 Advisor

Week 8 CANTEEN ROSTER

MONDAY 3 DECEMBER Help Needed

TUESDAY 4 DECEMBER Help Needed

WEDNESDAY 5 DECEMBER Help Needed

THURSDAY 6 DECEMBER Help Needed

FRIDAY 7 DECEMBER Bridgit Osborn & Pauline Wright

SURVIVING YEAR 12

Get your copy of this special edition book $10

We have limited number of these updated special

edition “Surviving Year 12” books in the front office

for just $10.

A must for final year students and their families.

Written by Dr Michael Carr-Gregg a psychologist

specialising in adolescent mental health and

parenting adolescents.

In this edition:

- Advice to students on how they can cope with the

pressure

- Work smarter and actually enjoy their final year

- Overcoming anxiety and stress

- Setting goals

- Dealing with procrastination

- Ensuring exercise and diet regimes are good

- How to cope with the exams themselves

If you would like one of these AWESOME books please come to reception.

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ONLY 27 SLEEPS TO

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