Principal's News

Hello Everyone


It is important all families and students are able to access the school. Because we had lost the carpark at the front of the school some families are finding it difficult to enter the school. To overcome this we have removed the latch on the front pedestrian gate. This allows for easy access for everyone.  The gate will still remain closed and this area is out of bounds to students.

Building Project

We are in a period of delay due to the discovery of previously unknown sewerage pipe in the building site. The architects/builders need to prove that the existing sewer line isn’t actually in use before any in-ground works can really commence. This should be finalised in the next few weeks.

Out of School Hours Program - OSHP

With our growing enrolments OSPH is growing too!  We have been working to find the best way for students to have their snack and go off to an activity that they want to do as quickly as possible. To support this we have split the group into two for snack time. The younger students are in the hall and the older students pick up their snack at the kitchen and eat in the amphitheater. This area can become congested at 3.30pm so please be mindful when walking through that area that there are hungry students eager to be feed OSHP use the playground next the amphitheater from 3.45pm. If your family uses that playground could you please move to another area of the school at that time? This is a duty of care issue as OSHP is responsible for the students enrolled in their program and after 3.45pm you are responsible for your children in the yard. The school is supervised from 8.45am to 9.00am in the morning and from 3.30pm to 3.45pm in the afternoon.

Student Writing

One of the school goals this year to build a consistent approach to the teaching of Literacy with a focus on writing. Teachers have been working with a literacy coach to improve practice and differentiate learning. To make writing an exciting experience connected to all their learning. I have included two pieces of writing from Katrina’s grade 4B who have been inquiring into ANZAC Day and everything it represents to us. As part of our learning, they have been writing stories as if we were in that time, and reflecting on the cruel and harsh moments that were experienced by the ANZACs. Please enjoy the following reflections written by two of them.


The War of Happy – By Pepa Coate


“Clunk.” I tripped over a chair trying to get my husband to tell him he has to go to war. Big, watery tears rolled down my cheeks. I finally got to him balling my eyes out. He read the telegram. He sniffled up his tears and gave me a hug. I kept crying though.

As I waved my husband good-bye, a few tears rolled down my cheeks. I’m Florence. I’m a soldier’s wife. ‘I’m terrified he may die,’ I whispered.

When I got home, I called my best friend Lilly to ask if her husband was sent to war. She was crying and she said yes. I said my husband, James was sent too. Then we both said at least they have a friend to keep them going. We hung up.


Is that my friend George? Yes it is.

“George!” I shouted. He ran over. The line started moving. We both shuffled along and took our seats. When we got there, I looked down. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be at home with Florence. I heaved my gun and walked to the camp.


I wrote my husband a telegram saying “Dear James, I really miss you. Hope you’re OK. Love Florence.”

I sent the telegram immediately with a picture of him and I together.


Five years later the war finally ended and I was now allowed to go. I was so excited to go home and see Florence.


I got a telegram and opened it carefully. I was looking at it for a few minutes, reading the letter. I was so excited. James survived.

Florence and James

James marched through the door. I ran towards him, forgetting there was a chair. I tripped over and landed on the couch. James never went to war again.


A letter – by Scarlett Phu

Dear Alice,

The room I write in is flooding with miserable men, suffering from frostbite, gun-shot wounds and fast spreading diseases. I have been assigned to contribute with nursing in Gallipoli. There are seven others to help, but in my opinion that’s not enough. The scenery is devastatingly horrible. And if that’s not enough, guns are loud enough to shatter glass!

Many of the soldiers describe the war as torture, while many young boys are regretting giving their age as nineteen. We nurses are always getting confused, for there are three people by the name of William, but we don’t think it is hilarious, because we only have minutes to serve each patient.

You probably won’t approve, but your son Henry, as you probably already know, has run away. Unfortunately, he left to the mournful world war. Even though he knows it is a terrible place, and illegal until next month, he’s a good boy and wants to help the ANZACS. He has boarded a boat and will be heading back soon.

There is a storm brewing up, with rain spewing out of the dark, grey storm clouds. The rivers of mud are overtaking the tracks, winding their way through the camps like a vicious trailing snake.

Please wish us luck,