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J unior S chool M agazine for S tudent W riters and A rtists

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E ducation

Education to the age of 17 should be Mandatory (for everyone in the World) In today’s world, education is an essential factor in creating an improved future for all nations. It must be mandatory for everyone until the age of 17 to ensure for this to happen. According to the UNICEF Report on Human Rights, all children must have a free, compulsory education. It is a basic right along with food, water and shelter. If education was to be accessible to all and until the age of 17 (even in the most impoverished countries), it would maximise all children’s potential in higher education and employment opportunities, while teaching valuable life skills. With the power of knowledge the cycle of poverty can be broken. Education and poverty are closely linked, because people living below the poverty line are more likely to stop going to school to go to work. Without vital literacy and numeracy skills, their job opportunities and future prospects are limited. Sadly their children will be in the same situation. Approximately 3 billion people live in poverty and ACEI data shows in an under developed nation every additional year of education can increase their earning capacity by 10 percent. Furthermore education provides more than job opportunities, it improves standards of living and how to be healthy through many sanitation projects. This is vital for the improvement of developing nations. The trend will continue from parents to children and knowledge and skills will be passed down. In 2009 the Australian (NSW) Minister stated that now “research shows if any student reaches Year 12 or equivalent the employment opportunities are far greater. However, children should not be relied upon to make decisions about their own need for an education. It is not until they have completed their (at least until High School) schooling years that they will understand the importance. Unless the children are educated they will not know of the future possibility of going to a University or a better job opportunity. This is why all Governments need to enforce a fee-free and compulsory education until 17 years of age. More than learning to read and write, an education provides a safe environment to make mistakes and learn from them. Before entering the wide world everyone needs to be taught the importance of self-dependence, being socially acceptable and life skills. For example in an IB school you are taught the learner profiles; being principled, confident and resilient from a young age by puppets. If everyone until the age of 17 was given the opportunity to go to school and be taught right from wrong and moral values we would have a more kind and loving society. Once people understand the importance of an education until a child is 17, it will help us develop a safer, happier and more peaceful life for everybody. In order for the world to move forward we need to address the issue of lack of education. Knowledge gives children the goal of a better future and the confidence required for a fulfilling future for all generations.

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F ather J ulliards ’ s D iary

Dear Diary, My name is Richard Julliard and I want to write about something that happened to me recently that changed my life forever. This is my first ever time writing a diary, but I need to clear my mind somehow. Unfortunately I’m on a tight schedule as I need to pack up my office at the Pascal Aquila Mission School on the Behala Dumpsite in advance to my retirement – partly because of this story. I’m going to have to start from where I came in, because as I said, a diary isn’t my top priority. They’re not at fault, but if it wasn’t for three young boys, Gardo, Raphael and Jun, I wouldn’t be having to make this change. I knew Jun (they call him Rat) quite well; he would visit me regularly. Oh, how I’ll miss Jun. He had a smile that lit up the room and he was always very polite – but could still have a laugh. I didn’t know the others as well, apart from seeing them spend long days in the stifling heat picking up trash. All three came one day to use the school computer for some sort of history quiz that Gardo and Raphael were doing. How was I supposed to know it was all a lie? When I found out what was really going on, I didn’t know what to think. Should I have been disappointed? It was quite clever actually. Then came the drawing. It was the day after All Souls Night and I had gone to the safe to change the lock combination; like I do at the beginning of every month. I opened the safe to just double check that the money was there. Nothing. I was shocked. How could someone have gotten in? Who would have done this? That’s when I saw the drawing that Jun did. I burst into tears – this was goodbye. I treasure that drawing of us both hugging with his name over the top. I will never forget him, or the other two either. There is so much more I want to write but I’m simply out of time. I hope Gardo, Raphael and Jun will always remember me as I will remember them. I hope they’ll have a happy life. God look after them please, they’re alone in the world now. Richard

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F orget - O ver and O ut

Dear Diary, Words can be so powerful. That’s why I agreed to pull all the accounts together and why I am writing this diary. I’m also already sixty-three years young and I never want to forget this tale. After all words can tell a thousand pictures, right? Life goes by so fast. I was only meant to be here, at the Pascal Aquila Mission School for one year. But I fell in- fell in love with this place. Most people would turn their noses up at the school, a shabby little iron shack sitting on the top of the Behala dumpsite, but it’s more than that, a lot more than that. I’ve already been here for seven years and there has never been a dull moment. It’s all about the children, the angels. God bless them all, I’ll never forget even one of their faces. One in particular made an indent in my memory. His name was Jun. He was as skinny as a twig and with a smile as big as the whole universe. His two friends as well – Raphael and Gardo. I only knew them by sight as they rarely came to classes. His two friends called him Rat, in fact so did anyone else that knew him. I broke the rules for little Jun. Rules were made to be broken. Sister Olivia broke the rules constantly as well. I started to treat them all as my own, my own little angels. Now the three boys have a story- one that I am currently piecing together. Jun, Gardo and Raphael found a bag, one that changed lives. Corruption is a very serious topic – that the boys know very much of. They found a secret, a secret about the Senator- Senator Zapanta. He is a very greed- stricken man. The boys remind me of a Pascal – a world changer. Anyhow, it’s all over and now I’m out. I’m being retired this year- partly because of this story. I’m worried. What will become of this school? Hopefully it will thrive. The school has already appointed a new Head and I’ve met her. I pray that she is kind and treats the angels well. It’s over. I’m retiring and hopefully staying in Behala; the boys are safe and Olivia is going home tomorrow. Their story needs to be told. It needs to be shared not forgotten. I want it to inspire and teach, I want it to tell people its message. The smallest person can make the biggest difference. Father Julliard – 10/11/2010 God bless you

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R age

The storm, dashes in the dark. Down the cobbled streets, He can come raging, he can come calmly, He spreads his arms. Crash, Crash, The clouds swoop over the water sending it crazy, Again, Again, The lightning strikes, Duck for cover. The storm advances, spreading over the town, Approaching the pier, finding its home. Moving faster, faster Not over yet. Bang, clap, The thunder howls and the trees surrounding crack and scream. Closer, closer, There At the pier an old man sits. Why? The storm with one mighty stomp swoops him off his feet, Splash, Bang In the morning, the sun comes up, Looking, searching, sees, The old man lifeless, lying in the creek.

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A ngel

Angel wings Even when you are Pushed down, pushed under You will shine Like the brightest star

Your life flashes Before your eyes

People go to Criticize, but You’re okay It’s okay. You- you’ll be okay It may seem hard, but Later on You will look back See where you went wrong Just hold on.

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S ounds of the S torm

Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter, Rat-a-tat-tat The rain on the roof tap dances To the sound of the storm, Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter, Bang, scream, crack, The oak splintered and fell, Howling to its death, Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter, Boom, crash, shout, The thunder shouts over the storm, With a giant megaphone,

Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter, Silence, silence, silence.

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Y our H omework

Your homework - A treacherous mountain of textbooks, The flood of worksheets, A tornado of excuses, The best torture method. Your homework - A brutal prison guard, Nagging you constantly, Poking you in the back, Reminding you of itself persistently. Your homework - It screams at you, Pleading and praying you will do it... But your laptop calls you, Procrastination gets the better of you. Your homework - It lies there lifelessly, Sobbing

as you haven’t cared, No words, no effort. You haven’t done it, you haven’t done your homework.

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L ime G reen

The brightest colour of them all The colour of an apple A lime Lime green is the colour of a summer dress A flower headband Freshly cut grass Lime green is the colour of your neon nails A green lolly The monster, Mike Wazowski A frog, The inside of a kiwi fruit, The colour of your favourite pair of heels A smooth, green, grass snake A lime-flavoured slushie Lime green is the colour of a mint leaf A green M&M A pair of party glasses A bowl of lime flavoured jelly A pea Lime green is the colour of a vegetable smoothie Your favourite pieces of jewellery The best crayon in the box

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SYRIA NEEDS AUSTRALIA'S AID

Let's Look at the Statistics

GDP Per Capita Australia: $48,800 Syria: $2,900

Life Expectancy Years Australia: 82.2 years Syria: 74.9 years

School Life Expectancy Australia: 20 years Syria: 9 years

Infant Mortality Rate Australia: 4.3 deaths / 1000 births Syria: 15.2 deaths / 1000 births

Australia is in a much better state Than Syria.

Population Below POverty Line Australia: 13.3% Syria: 82.5%

WE NEED TO HELP THEM

However, this is not ENOUGH!

BENEFITS OF TRADE WITH AUSTRALIA

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Trade is one of the most effective solutions to break the cycle of poverty.

Lift Syria Out Of Poverty Now. Donate At www.savesyria.org

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W ho A m I?

Who am I? I was born in Hawaii Honolulu to be precise My parents divorced when I was three The experience wasn’t nice. I moved to Indonesia Despite the horrible life I had my mother and my new stepfather But the streets were filled with strife My mother sent me to Hawaii She knew I had to go I lived with my grandparents in Honolulu I missed my mother more that I could know.

I got used to my new life I went to a good school My mother moved back to Hawaii I never felt so grateful I started university in Los Angeles I went Occidental College I then transferred to Columbia University To quench my thirst for knowledge I got into Harvard University I never thought I would I enrolled to Harvard law school But my Dad died when I thought everything was going good. I went to Kenya before my classes started I learned about my father He grew up in a poor community The poverty, the strife, anywhere I would rather I worked as a community organiser On the south side of Chicago I improved people’s way of living And decreasing the number people without a home I graduated from Harvard Law school With great distinction (not trying to boast)

I met Michelle Robinson in Chicago She was a young lawyer, at the most

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W ho A m I? continued

I become a junior lawyer Working with civil rights cases I then got married to Michelle Robinson We worked in many places I taught constitutional law The law of the government to be correct

I worked on registering people to vote for president I registered over 100,000 people so they can elect

I published a book for my dad ‘Dreams from my father’ It read It was a bestseller ‘Congrats Barack’ They said I ran for senate of Illinois It was hard but I persisted I tried and tried and tried Finally, I was elected I was thrilled with what I did

I was more than excited But I soon reached higher I ran for U.S senate The U.S senate position was what I was drawn to I knew I had to get it So I showed America what I could do I did it, I got the credit I served America well in senate But I didn’t stop there

I went for the highest position possible The President of America is where!

America needed a leader Someone who really cared About the people, rights and community It was a huge decision and I had to be prepared

I thought to myself What do we need? But it came to me that they needed something more than me They needed it more than anyone queried.

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W ho A m I? continued

I ran for president Yes, It’s true It was a race for the presidency Red versus blue! The Hillary got eliminated Now it was down to McCain and I We both wanted to get this But not for the same reasons why I told the people ‘It’s not me or you or he or she, it’s us. We together can change the world.

Change is within us, together we are boundless’ In the face of war, you believe there can be peace. In the face of despair, you believe that there is hope.’ The people supported me and I supported the people The election day came, I was walking on a tightrope The suspense was nerve-racking Despite I had the best chance of winning Finally, the results came out President elect……Barack Obama, oh boy, I was laughing! Now you know who I am, Can I tell you one more thing?

Change does not come if we wait for another person or another time to come. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. You can change the world as long as you have courage, passion and creativity. That’s all from me but what about you? – Barack Obama

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W ho A m I?

Who am I? I was born to a country home Lots of trees and birds galore Money was really tight

I never said “I want more!” I went to Pennsylvania school I was very clever I loved nature Killed even an ant? Never ever! As I grew up things started to change, Deadly DDT pesticide spray Killing bird and fish by the dozen I couldn’t let it be this way! I started to protest And wrote my first book,

I fought and fought, Lots of work it took, Insults were thrown,

From the DDT company, She’s crazy, ridiculous! They said about me! But then evidence started to flow Dead fish ashore Broken eagle eggs But things just stayed the way they were before Next I wrote my famous last book ‘Silent spring My last bit of protest, Just did the thing

Then I got sick Cancer, oh my! In 1964, April 14th I said my last goodbye.

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W ho A m I?

Who am ? I loved to watch my father teach, And attentively listen whenever he gave a speech. My thirst to learn was unquenchable. The town where I lived was rapidly changing, Fear was creeping into the streets. The walls around girls and women were becoming smaller. Everything was being taking away from us, These things we took for granted.

My voice inside was becoming sturdy and strong, As our rights as women were becoming weaker. My heart was beating like a lion’s roar, Kuthump, Kuthump. I had to speak out, although I knew I was putting my life at risk - they can only shoot my body, but they can’t shoot my dream of everyone’s right for an education.

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W ho A m I?

Who am I? I was born in 1997 into a family of five With a father called Zaiuddin and a mother called Tor Pekai I’ve always loved learning and I loved to go to school But the Taliban were always against those rules. My thirst for learning keeps creeping into my life My father is a teacher with a very knowledgeable wife The Taliban threatened me with their almighty power My life was becoming more and more dangerous by the hour The Taliban made rules to stop learning at this age It was becoming clear that my pencil was slipping of my page I pretended I was younger so I could go to school This was very dangerous, even my family thought I was a fool The Taliban where becoming stronger and stronger And my path to rights was becoming longer and longer But nothing could silence me, I still fought back But they kept pushing me down until I hit the dirt track One afternoon when I was on my way home The canvas cover lifted to reveal the sky dome A member of the Taliban shouted my name Three shots shattered the silence, but I was not afraid

My name spread across the country As the girl that stood up to education I was in newspapers and books I was becoming famous in my nation

Now I stand up for girls and women’s rights Because I often told myself do not give up the fight I have changed the world in a particular way So if you have education get on your knees and pray

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W ho A m I?

I fought for women’s rights, Without provoking fights. I was born on Australian soil, And rallied with a true agitator’s toil I grew up in Adelaide town Not near the queen’s many gowns I went to Adelaide University Where I studied elocution and musical diversity I came to life in 1877 In 1969, I left Earth for heaven I was an excited, extraordinary elocutionist Though the WFL called me a revolutionist I was as confident as most surgeons Which made me important in endless versions Of English votes for women protests That to the government were out o’ tune flautists I went on a caravan trip to let people know ‘bout us Then broke into parliament house which was thus Why I spent a month in jail Just for wrapping myself in chain – mail. I was responsible for the first protest in air Well let’s say we may have gone overboard there We went off course and flew to a farm The cows were angry though we didn’t mean no harm

The airship danced in the breeze Which was as tough as the seas Later I taught kids Montessori style I did that for at least 1 year not really a while

I visited Australia regularly Every few years particularly It was chaos once when I got back

Pankhurst’s followers were going ransack In 1924 I stood for a parliamentary seat I didn’t win – by a man I was beat Though it wasn’t ‘til 1928 when we got what we asked for Gender equality said the government and the law Who am I?

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W ho A m I?

Who am I? I was born in South Africa

Pretoria was the place They know me as the, Mind behind the TESLA race My parents divorced when I was nine My IQ is higher than Einstein Mine is 170 Einstein’s is 160 My net worth is 15 billion I donate to charity a lot That number is approx 900 million That’s not exact cause I forgot I invented the electric car I also made the falcon rocket I do not smoke cigars I have companies under my pocket I have an electricity addiction I use electricity cause it has no friction I am cleaning the world of pollution I am taking huge action

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R epercussions

Oof! I feel a hard shove into my chest. I fall back onto my back hitting my head on the concrete below. I look up at Axel. He still has that menacing look in his eyes. And he’s always wearing the same stained blue shirt. I can’t believe at 15, he’s picking on me! He picks me up from the collar choking me by the back of my neck. “Have I got something on my face?” Axel says in a grim British voice. “Put me down! I’m already 20 minutes late because of you!” I say. He throws me against the fence. What he doesn’t have in brains he makes up for in strength. He is probably on steroids! Cesar and Jordan, Axel’s other friends approach Toothless my only other friend. I don’t know what Jordan and Cesar see in Axel, I think they probably just want to look cool. Cesar bounces behind Toothless cutting him off from all exits. I see Mrs Fanning talking to two girls but her backs facing us so she can’t see us. Axel sees her too. “If you shout out to her, you’re dead meat.” Axel says in a way like he’s going to kill me for it. I say right back to his face “I don’t think I have to.” I smile at him. Axel looks behind him and sees that Mrs Fanning saw what he was doing. Axel says to Jordan and Cesar “Cut it! She sees us”. Mrs Fanning booms “Axel get over here! And bring Jordan and Cesar too!” I smile and axel just pushes me over I hit the ground hard toothless rushes to my aid. He drags me to the nurse’s office. I look up at Toothless, his orange hair and blue eyes, pale skin and dusty skin, his white shirt is now covered in dust and rubble. They threw us all over the place. What am I going to tell mum? The nurse says “Oh my god, what happened here?” She tells Toothless to get the bandages and she starts wrapping them around my head. The nurse cuts out a hole in the bandages where it was bleeding and sees that some hair was pulled out there and causing it to bleed a bit. Nothing serious. “Oh good, good”. Toothless says “I got my new got my new computer and I thought we could have some fun with it, you now” “sounds great” I say. 4 hours later I arrive at tooths house. “I’m feeling nervous. I can tell because my muscles are tensed and I’m gritting my teeth. I’ve never been to anyone’s house before. Toothless did say it would be fun, so I should just try and relax. His door is huge! He even has one of those old fashioned door knockers. I wrap my hand around the knocker. It’s cold and rough to touch. KNOCK KNOCK! I hear footsteps on the other side of the door, rushing from what I think is a massive hallway. There is a loud THUMP on the other side of the door and the door shook for a moment. Toothless opens the door with a massive grin, and with that grin still no teeth. “Johnathon, you’re here!” said Toothless excitedly. He pulled me inside and took me to his new computer in his room. He sat me down on an office chair at his desk and Toothless sits next to me. Toothless looked at me with a serious face and said, “You have a problem. A BIG problem! You are being bullied!” I look at Toothless with a confused look on my face. “What’s bullied?” I replied. Toothless opens his computer and says “I’ve been doing some research…” “Oh I wonder why” I said. Toothless always stays back after school to research. Toothless glares at me. “Let me just tell you what it is” replied Toothless. “I was reading online that bullying is defined as hurting someone repeatedly. So not just once, it has to continually happen. These acts of bullying can happen face to face, you can just be saying mean things to them every day. However your case is a lot worse, lucky you”. I glare at Toothless. Toothless continues his spiel about bullying. “Axel is a physical bully.” He continues “axel is someone hurting you repeatedly through physical and social behaviour and this forever unless you do something’’. ‘’Well that was scary’’ I say. ‘’Well it’s the true facts, you know you could get like a bodyguard or something’’ says toothless. I say with a grin, ‘’Okay let’s put you on steroids and see how you do’’.

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“Sounds lovely’’ says toothless with his eyes closed. It is kind of weird that he is imagining that. ‘’Snap out of it! What else other information do you have for me?’’ Toothless jolts up and says ‘’ do you want the good or the bad?’’. I say unsurely ‘’ I think I’ll go with the bad news’’. “Well the bad news is most options cost money and the one that don’t are extremely difficult. But the good news is I can tell you where this happens, and why it mostly happens’’. “Throw it at me,” I say happily. Hopefully I can do something with this information’’. Toothless begins another spiel. ‘’ Where do these issues exist? And in your case Johnathon, they are happening everywhere’’. I glare at Toothless. He makes a small chuckle and continues. “They usually happen at home, school, the bus, playgrounds, school hallways, cafeteria and just places with zero supervision. I have recorded a few dot points for you, these are all the acts of bullying that are currently happening to you.” 1) Teasing

2) Talking about hurting someone 3) Leaving kids out on purpose 4) Attacking someone by hitting or yelling at someone “These are feelings you may experience if you have been treated in this way. You may feel 1.) Different 2.) Powerless 3.) Unpopular 4.) Alone “Have you been experiencing any of these feelings?” asked Toothless. “You sound sort of like a therapist”, I reply.

“I’m just trying to help. And anyway, I’m the one giving you information. So go with it” said Toothless. Alright, alright. I think I might be experiencing the powerless feeling. I don’t really feel alone or unpopular. Just powerless I guess” I said back. “Do you feel intimidated by Axel?” asked Toothless. “A little” I said shyly.

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“Of course you would be intimidated by Axel. He’s big, tall and strong. He could do some serious damage, not just physically, but emotionally too” said Toothless. “Why is Axel doing this to me?” I say. “You mean us,” Toothless replies. “Ok Toothless, us” I replied. “Well I think a common reason that you’re being bullied is because Axel lacks attention from his parents at home and lashes out for attention. Very often, parents are bullies. They are angry and they don’t handle conflicts well. Kids usually bully because they learn this behaviour at home. Hopefully Axel’s behaviour is learnt and can be unlearnt” Toothless explains. RING RING! I pick up my phone. Mum text texts me saying, “Please come home for dinner Sweetie”. A typical text from Mum. I show the text to Toothless and say, “I have to bolt but thank you so much,” as I rush out the door. The next day, I wake up still feeling a pain in my back and head. I get up slowly, brush my teeth, pack my bag and am out the door without saying goodbye to Mum. I hop on the bus, I notice that Toothless is sitting towards the back waiting for me. As I begin to walk towards him I notice Axel sitting towards the front of the bus. Lucky me. I ignore him and walk straight past. Ooff! Axel tripped me over. Pretty typical coming from him. I get to my feet and ignore his behaviour. I walk straight to the back without any further harassment from Axel. “Hey Toothless” I say. “Oh hey Jonathon, you wanna sit next to me?” Toothless replies. “Why not”, I respond. I sit down next to Toothless and the bus begins its trip to school. When we arrive at school, Axel gets off the bus and of course is waiting for me. “Terrific” I think to myself sarcastically. I rush off the bus, trying my hardest to avoid Axel and reach the safety of supervision. I successfully avoid Axel and make it to class safely. “Wait, what? Who’s that?” I think to myself with a puzzled look on my face. “I’ve never seen Leigh in my class before”. I go to sit down next to him, luckily Axel isn’t in my class. “Hey Leigh,” I say nervously. “Oh, hi Johnathon” Leigh says contently. Leigh knows my name! That’s pretty cool. “Hey Johnathon, I’ve noticed that kid Axel bullying you and I just want to say, I want to help you. He does to many other children, but I believe he gives it to you the most and I want to make it stop,” Leigh said. “Wow Leigh, I’d really appreciate the help and that’s super cool of you to do that” I reply.

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“Let’s start at lunch, meet me at the year 3 playground,” Leigh whispers to me. Lunchtime finally arrives. I skip the cafeteria and head off to meet Leigh at the year 3 playground. He’s already there waiting for me. “Hey Leigh” I shout. “What’s the plan?” “Ok, well one. He’s taking away your rights and TWO we’ll try and figure out a way to stop this happening to you” Leigh says. “My rights? Are you serious? Anyway were did this rights thing start?” I replied, “In the middle of the 19th century, the idea appears in France to give children special protection, enabling the progressive development of “minors’ rights”. Since 1841, laws start to protect children in their workplace. Since 1881, French laws include the right for the children to be educated. At the beginning of the 20th century, children’s protection starts to be put in place, including protection in the medical, social and judicial fields. This kind of protection starts first in France and spreads across Europe afterwards.” Leigh says finishing his speech “oh and take this I printed it off before. I’ve also circled the rights which Axel is breaking”. “Oh, thanks. But why do I need to know this?” I asked taking the piece of paper from Leigh. “It’s important to know what your rights are so you can stand up and defend yourself”, Leigh said. As I begin to read the piece of paper that Leigh gave me I noticed that article 14, 30, 31, 36 and 39 were circled. This meant that Axel was denying me these rights. Article 14 says that “Children have the right to think and believe what they want and to practice their religion so long as they are not stopping other people from enjoying their rights. Parents should guide children on these matters”. Article 30 reads “Children have the right to learn and use the language and customs of their families whether or not these are shared by the majority of the people in the country where they live, as long as this does not harm others” Article 31 states, “Children to have the right to relax and play and to join in a wide range of leisure activities. And the last article 36 stats children who have been neglected or abused should receive special help to restore their self-respect. “You done?” Leigh interrupts “We need to move to step tow we don’t have all lunch time you know” Leigh continued “all right” I reply “what should I do?” I say “what can you do?” Leigh replies. Leigh continues “One; you should talk to a parent or guardian you trust. Adults need to know when bad things happen so they can help and second show the bully that you don’t care,

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“But do not!” 1.

Think it’s your fault. Nobody deserves to be bullied!

2. 3.

Fight back or bully a person back.

Keep it to yourself and just hope the bullying will “go away.”

4. Skip school or avoid school or afterschool activities because you’re afraid of the bully. 5. Don’t be afraid to tell. ... 6. Hurt yourself. “Well what do you expect me to do now?” I say

“We need to get rid of Axel” Leigh replies. As Leigh said that the school bell rang. “I have to go, you do too. Take that information into consideration and tell someone. You need to, before it’s too late”, said Leigh. “Thanks for everything Leigh, I owe you a lot”, I reply. I run off to my next class and begin to work. Two hours later, the final school bell rings and its schools out. I stay behind so that I’m the last one to leave. Mr Leader is also still in the classroom. I walk begin to walk over his desk. I feel kind of nervous. “Mr Leader…” I say softly. “Yes, Johnathan?” Mr Leader replies. “I…I just want to talk to you about Axel” I say nervously. “Ah yes, Axel. I understand he can be quite the troublemaker. But what would you like to tell me about him? Mr Leader asked. So I told him. Everything. Everything that Axel has done to me and Toothless over the past year. I travel home on foot just in case I saw Axel on the bus. I finally get home and tell Mum everything I told Mr Leader. A few days later, I receive a letter from the police. I begin to read it. It says, “We are extremely remorseful that the events that happened between yourself and Axel Vincor. We have taken all complaints seriously and will begin the process of charging Axel Vincor with multiple charges of abuse, assault, underage smoking and drug possession. I can inform you that he will be expelled from Infinity Primary school effect of immediately. He appears at court within the next week and will plead his case against the magistrate. We hope that these incidents will never happen again and if you have any questions please do not hesitate to contact the police regarding this matter”. With a sigh of relief, my days of dealing with Axel are over! I don’t have to look over my shoulder anymore. For the first time in a long time, I was happy.

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The Flying Medic By Harry Walters

The man who saved the inlanders. John Flynn was the founder of the Royal Flying Doctor Service. He saved the inlanders by teaching them all they need to know to save a life in the outback. He was also a Presbyterian Church leader. Playing with 3D crosses

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John Flynn loved to play with shapes especially the 3D Red Cross. John Flynn was born on the 25 th of November 1880 in Moliagul, Victoria. Two years later his mother died during childbirth to his little brother. John Flynn and his two siblings were brought up by their

aunty and father. For primary school he went to Ormond College in Melbourne and for university he went to the University of Melbourne and there he decided to study Theology. Let’s get personal When you understand the personal stuff it makes it a whole lot

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easier. He was born in Moliagul, Victoria on the 25 th of November 1880. He lived in Parkville Swanston Street in Melbourne. He married Jean Baird in Sydney then he died of cancer in 1971.

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Do you want to see my trophy cabinet? John Flynn has achieved many great things and here are some of them. John Flynn achieved

his career goal of being ordinated as a minister of the Presbyterian Church on the 24 th of January in the year of 1911 when he was 30 years old. John Flynn was granted officer of the order of the British Empire in 1933. He made history as the Royal Flying Doctor Service of Australia [which he founded] was the first aero-medical service in

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the world. In 1939 Flynn chosen as Moderator-General of the Presbyterian Church of Australia.

That’s pretty interesting Do you like interesting facts well you’re in the right place. John Flynn was born on the Victorian Goldfields in 1880, in the first year of the Royal Flying Doctor Service they took 50 flights to 26 different places. It provides medical care to 290,000 people a year. John Flynn founded the company in 1928. When John Flynn was 16 he decided to study theology

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Why am I eminent? Flynn once said “once you start something worthwhile nothing can stop it” – John Flynn. John Flynn is eminent because he helped the inlanders by founding the Royal Flying Doctor

Service. It was designed to provide the inlanders with enough medicine to save lives. John Flynn also served his town by being the Presbyterian Church leader. John Flynn founded the Royal Flying Doctor Service and was a Presbyterian Church Minister. He was also granted the order of the British Empire in 1933. He also wrote three books, The Bushman’s Companion, Handful Hints for the Outbackers and Ace Photographer. John Flynn was a great man and he led the way with pride.

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BIBLIOGRAPHY 1. John Flynn biography/retrieved May 17 th 2017 from https://www.flyingdoctor.org.au>history 2. Biography –John Flynn/ retrieved May 17 th 2017 from www.adb.anu.edu>biography>John Flynn 3. John Flynn facts-biography-Yourdictionary/retrieved May 18 th 2017 from https://www.Biography.yourdictionary.com>John Flynn 4. John Flynn –ABC retrieved May, 18 th 2017 from www.abc.net.au.>btn>Australians>Flynn 5. Rev.John Flynn. ‘Flynn of the, inland retrieved 19 th May 2017 from www.wilmap.com.au.people>Flynn 6. Timeline-Reverend John Flynn. Retrieved 18 th May 2017 from Australiabetweenthewarsjohnflynn.weebly.edu 7. Aussie notables John Flynn by Allen Drummond and Glen Lumsden 8. Figure 1: John Flynn from Portrait.org.au 9. Figure 2: University of Melbourne from en.wikipedia.org 10. Figure 3: Swanston street Melbourne before from pinterest.com.au 11. Figure 4: Swanston street Melbourne after from commons.wikimedia.org.au 12. Figure 5: Royal Flying Doctor Service Plane from pinterest.com.au 13. Figure 6: Theology symbol from emoticons-emoji.com.au

14. Figure 7: Royal Flying Doctor Service logo from Flyingdoctor.org.au 15. Figure 8: Presbyterian Church of Australia from premierposter.com.au 16. Figure 9: 20 Dollar note from salvos.org.au

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Introduction I’d like to be a queen in people’s hearts. Do you know who said that? She is the women who changed what people thought about people with diseases she is the women who won a noble peace prize. The amazing women is Princess Diana. Toddlers in Tiaras Princess Diana did not have an easy childhood. Her parents

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got divorced when she was young and got home schooled until she was nine years old. But throughout all these hard times Princess Diana carried on to be happy and be kind to everyone. Royal Life Lady Di, as some people call her, was an amazing person she grew up in a large estate called Park House and was born with royal blood. Her mum’s name was Frances and her Dad’s name was John. Princess Diana started school at Riddles worth Hall when she was nine years old. She then went to finishing school when she was sixteen. At finishing school Lady Di learnt how to cook, dance and attend parties. Princess Diana did not like the finishing school in Switzerland, so she begged her Father who finally agreed for her to come home to England.

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Nobel Prize ‘’HIV does not make people dangerous you know so you can shake their hands and give them a hug heaven knows they need it’’ That quote by princess Diana goes to show how caring she is to other people. Lady Di’s main effort was to ban the use of landmines in war. She also donated a substantial sum of money to the AIDS foundation. On the 10 th of December, a few months after she died, Princess Diana won the noble peace prize. Friendly Facts When Princess Diana was in school she was called a poor student but excelled in music, art and sport. Also, when Princess Diana was young she lived next door to Prince Andrew and Edward and often had playdates with them. Princess Diana gave birth to Prince William in 1982 who then grew up and married Princess Kate whose wedding ring used to be Princess Diana’s wedding ring. Tiaras and Ball gowns are eminent Why is Princess Diana eminent? Well she raised a lot of money to ban the use of land mines in war. She was also the first U.K. public figure to be seen standing next to a man in his hospital bed which has changed the way people think about sick people. Conclusion I think Princess Diana is an amazing role model and has done amazing things for the world from donating to charities to winning a noble peace prize. Even though her life wasn’t easy she managed to do all these amazing things. Unfortunately she died when she was still young but she lived her life to the fullest.

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Y ear 5 M usic In Year 5 Music, Students explored how composers make choices to organise sound, using the musical elements. Students demonstrated creativity using the Mad Pad ap, creating compositions from “found sounds”. Successful compositions showed understanding of rhythm, form and tone colour.

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The 24th of August 79 AD started the same as any other day… Maria’s eyes flickered open as the first cracks of daylight poured through the glass windows. She could feel the warmth of the day ooze through her body as she laid in bed soaking in the morning. She could hear the villagers outside trying to sell their products to passers-by who were interested. She could hear them say “Come get your terracotta pots, you won’t get anything more finely made!” and “Garlic, pine kernels and safflower all sold here!” Maria loved mornings. She decided to get up and stand by the window. While Maria looked out across the city, she noticed something…. Pompeii’s greatest landmark, Mt Vesuvius, had a small wisp of smoke rising out of its top. In all the years that Maria had stared out her window and gazed in awe at the city’s protector, she had never seen smoke like this before. Suddenly she felt a small tremor that wasn’t much, but the surprise knocked her off her feet. She giggled quietly to herself as she noticed her finely made white toga had a large dust patch on her bottom where she had fallen. Her father would not be happy about this. As she held onto the window sill and pulled herself back up, she was shocked to see the small wisp of smoke turn into a large mushroom shaped cloud. Maria was now very nervous. Maria worked her way through the narrow streets of Pompeii until she reached her father’s shop. Her father was a merchant – in fact Italy’s finest. Well, at least Maria thought so. As she walked nobody even noticed Mt Vesuvius. They were getting on with their day, running their stalls and competing for the attention of all the morning shoppers. Maria arrived at her father’s store and saw her father speaking to a customer. She was always told never to interrupt a sale and after what felt like an eternity, the customer finally left. She quickly rushed to her father’s side and pointed out what she had seen. Her father didn’t take it seriously and said, “Just a bushfire darling – it has been very hot.” Maria knew that this was not the case. Before Maria could leave the store, a hot wind shot through the street and a few small sparks began to fall. The villagers started to notice. Conversations stopped and everyone turned to see that Mt Vesuvius was now a boiling ball of fire. Maria had to escape. All of a sudden buildings started to go up in flames and day turned dark as night. Buildings were crumbling everywhere. All Maria and the people around her could do, was run. The heat and smoke triggered a lightning storm, and from the volcano, it looked like giant white arms of lightening were throwing pumice boulders the size of chariots. The city’s protector was now a monster. Maria just kept running. The only place she could think of going was towards the water. She reached the Bay of Naples and to her dismay all the boats were either damaged or already taken – except one. The last boat was being frantically boarded. She could hear babies, crying mothers, yells from terrified townsfolk. Maria could see a family, a mother and a baby she guessed would have only been around 6 months old. The mother caught Maria’s eye and beckoned her over. She sprinted over, dodging the ashes and pumice and arrived at the boat within seconds, scrambling in to the already over filled craft. The mother grabbed Maria and yelled, “Take care of my baby!” and then jumped out of the boat. She reached back, gave the baby a kiss and pushed the boat away with a shove as big as her tired body could muster. As Maria held the baby in her hands, all she could do was wrap the baby in her ash covered toga and pray. She looked up and watched as the top of Mt Vesuvius explode, throwing fire into the darkness. As the boat sailed away, she watched her hometown burn. She thought about her father and mother and the torture of so many people.

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As the darkness cloaked the city, raining rocks and molten lava were replaced with poisonous gas. Maria cried and cried. Everyone she loved was gone, forever. She hadn’t realized, but she saw that her shoulders were covered in blood where the 10,000 degree ash had fallen on her. She could not bear thinking about what had happened. Her life and her world as she knew it was gone. What seemed as the only thing worth living for was the baby boy she had been given. She didn’t know if he had a name, so decided to name the baby after her father, Julius. Despite the chaos going on around them, Julius felt safe and was resting peacefully in her arms. She wondered what the baby would be when he grew up. Julius was a beautiful baby. His almost black eyes were reminiscent of a starry black night, and his light brown hair was so soft under Maria’s fingertips. His pale skin was so warm under the blankets. Maria decided to let the baby sleep on the blankets while she took her turn to steer the boat. The boat had travelled many miles out to sea. The people on board were thirsty and Maria squinted while she looked for land. The sun was setting and Maria was gradually getting colder. Way out in the distance she saw a speck of land and she steered the boat towards it. Maria and the other 20 or so people on the boat were tired, cold and hungry. After some time, the speck of land became larger and she headed towards what looked like a beach between the trees. With determination, she steered the boat forward until they arrived. Maria stumbled out of the boat with the baby wide awake in her arms. The baby was squirming and both of them were being shoved by the others as they ran up the beach looking for food and shelter. Maria was relieved and astounded about what had happened. She repeatedly questioned – Did that just happen? Am I alive? Am I dreaming? That beach was in a remote part of the island of Sicily. Maria and the others headed towards the dull fire light that could be seen in the distance. The lights turned out to be a small village and Maria and the baby wandered through the streets trying to catch someone’s attention. Nobody seemed to hear her. After hours of calling for help she started to lose hope. She was tired. She needed to lie down and rest- she’d try to seek help again tomorrow. Maria was ravenous – she hadn’t eaten for three days now. Any food she had managed to beg or steal had been given to the baby. Maria collapsed down in a heap by the side of the road with exhaustion. Maria was just about to go to sleep when a man came up to her. The man had blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. He looked old, but friendly. The man said, “I have been watching you and you look lost. Would you like me to take you to your mother?” Maria shook her head sadly as two large tears welled up in her eyes. Maria finally answered, ‘My mother is dead.’ “Oh, I’m sorry – I had no idea. I can offer you tea and a bed and when you are ready, I’m here for you to tell me what has happened,” the old man offered. With that invitation, Maria, Julius and the old man set off through the streets of Sicily, until they reached the old man’s house. Maria and the baby took a seat on a lovely patterned quilt, drank warm tea, ate bread and retold Pompeii’s story.

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