The Magazine Committee
Aclmowledlgeiiaenits
Roedean's Ninetieth Birthday has been special and it has been a privile
ge to be the editor of the magazine at a time when so many exciting eve
nts have taken place. I hope that we have provided an accurate record w
ith which to capture the spirit of what has been a wonderful and busy y
ear. My Committee have been an incredible source of help and under the
watchful eye of Katherine Norman all the typing of articles was success
fully accomplished. Jillian Lobban produced many of the collages as wel
l as assisting with the typing. All the girls on the Commitee gave of t
hemselves to the point of giving up breaks and lunches in order to help
. They have been invaluable. Amanda Willcox was the School Photographer
and she took great pains to try to capture the atmosphere of various e
vents throughout the year. Louise Ludick and Kelly Sanders have taken o
ver from her for the following year and have been most diligent assista
nts. I am also grateful to the Matrics on the committee (Lauren Beukes,
Sophie Ajchenbrenner and Muriel Ajchenbrenner) who gave up their valua
ble time to show the new committee the ropes. I am indebted to many peo
ple but particularly to Mrs Nelson and Mrs Brink for their excellent ab
ility to proof read and to Miss Ironside who was always so helpful and
cheerful whenever I needed help. Miss Klosser was of enormous assistanc
e in helping to compile the articles for the Junior School. To everyone
who helped with the magazine - THANK YOU.
Our artistic front cover was designed by Donna Spencer and the back cov
er by Naomi Uchida; both girls are in Ante Matric. The scene is an impr
essionistic view of the new water garden.
Meg Fargher (Editor)
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JVIemLers of tLe Board and Staff
BOARD MEMBERS
Mr P G Joubert (Chairman)
Mr G M Thomas (Deputy Chairman)
Mr N S Bruce Mrs M W Finsen Professor D J Freer Mrs A K Jones
Hon Mr Justice M S Stegmann Mr E van As
HEADMISTRESS
Mrs L Nelson BA (UN) Hons (Wits) Grad C E (U R)
Senior Mistress
Mrs P Brink BA (Rhodes) HED (Rhodes) Hons (SA)
SENIOR TEACHING STAFF
Mrs F Cipolat BA Hons (Wits) HED (SA)
Mrs J Conradie BA (UCT) HED (UCT)
Miss J Court BA Hons (UN) HDE (UN)
Mrs M Dickson BSc (Wits) PGCE (Oxon) DNE (SA)
Mrs D Draudsing BA (Wits) TTHD (JCE)
Mrs M Fargher BA (Wits) H Dip Ed (Wits) Hons (SA)
Mrs D E Gibbs NTSD (Natal) HDE (JCE)
Mrs B Gonzalez C E (Argentina)
Mrs J Henn BSc (St Andrews) Dip Ed (Oxford)
Mrs S Holmes BA (UN) HDE (UN)
Miss J Ironside H Dip Ed (JCE)
Mrs J Keegan BA (SA) B Ed (SA) H Dip Sec Ed (UN)
Mrs R Kenyon BA (UN) CE (Birmingham)
Mrs A Kleynhans BA Hons (SA) UED (SA) B Ed MA (RAU)
Mrs S Laurence BA Hons (Wits) N HED(Rhodes)
Mrs D Law BSc (Wits) H Dip Ed (Wits)
Mrs C Locke BA(Wits) THED (JCE)
Mr R Mfeka BA Hons UED (Fort Hare)
Mrs V Moelwyn-Hughes BA Hons B Ed STC (UCT) MA (Cantab) LTCL L
ondon
Mrs G Nicolaysen BA Fine Arts (UN) HED (SA)
Mrs A Passmore BSc Hons MSc (Wits)
Mrs U Rowlands BA Hons (Oxford)
Mrs M Rushton BA (Wits) H Dip Ed (Wits)
Mrs M Schudel
Mrs M Snyman BA Hons (RAU) MEd (RAU)
Mrs T Steyn BA (Rhodes) HDE (Rhodes)
Miss B Thom BA Hons (Rhodes) Grad C E (UR)
Mrs E Todd BA (Rhodes) UED(Rhodes)
Mrs D van der Merwe BSc (RAU) Hons MSc (UPE)
Dr L Vieira BA Hons MA PhD (SA) ITBD (Victoria)
Mrs B Ward B Arch (UCT) H Dip Ceramics (Technikon)
Mrs M Westgate BA Hons (London) PGCE (London)
MUSIC
Miss B Botha B Mus (Wits)
Mr M Brink
Mrs E Coutts-Trotter B Mus Ed (Wits)
Miss B Green B Mus (Wits) UPLM (SA) LTCL (Lon) FTCL (Lon) Miss D J
oseph B Mus Ed (Wits)B Ed (Wits)
Mrs S Ivanovic B Mus Belgrade University (Yugoslavia)
Mrs V Lord Lie of Mus (UCT)
Mrs Z Martin B Mus Ed (Wits)
Mrs S Turner ALCM LLCM (Lon)
Mrs T van der Nest B Mus Hons (Wits) LTCL ATCL TCH (Lon) Ms J v
an Zeeventer B Mus Hons HED LTCL LRSM UTLM
JUNIOR SCHOOL HEADMISTRESS
Mrs L Thomas DPE (Jordanhill College of Ed)
Deputy Headmistress
Miss P Klosser BA PGPTD (UCT)
JUNIOR TEACHING STAFF
Mrs H Cheales (Remedial Reading)
Mrs N Chislett Teachers' Cert (London)
Mrs E Conradie BA (Natal) Hons(Stell)
Mrs F Cunnington Jun Prim Dip (JCE)
Mrs H de Vries TTD (Pret)
Mrs P Dewberry BSc (Wits) HDE (Wits)
Mrs T Dix Junior Prim Dip (NTC) D.S.E.Rem (UCT)
Miss M Drop BA Hons (UN) HDE (UN)
Mrs A Eckhart BA H Dip Ed Mrs F Edwards TTD (Potch)
Mrs A Erasmus BA(McGill) Teacher's Cert (London)
Ms C Euijen HDE (ECE) Pre-Prim Dip (Highscope)
Mrs C Hughes Junior Prim Dip (JCE) Pre-School Dip. HDE Miss L Jacque
s B Prim Ed (Wits)
Mrs R Kruger Jun Prim Dip (JCE)
Mrs P Lake BA (Wits) TTHD HED (SA)
Mrs J Lane BA(Wits) HDE (JCE)
Mrs J Price Snr Prim Dip (JCE)
Mrs K Rabe HDE (Durban Teachers' Training College)
Mrs S Rubin Junior Pre-Prim Dip (JCE) D.S.E. Rem (Wits)
Mrs P Schou Pre-Prim Dip (NSTC) HED (SA) Montessori Dip (London)
Mrs J Slaughter BA(Wits) TTHD DSE Rem (SA)
Mrs C Tapson BA (Rhodes) HED (Rhodes) DSE Rem (SA)
Mrs G Tobias NTD D. S. E. Rem (Wits)
Mrs L Waghom HDE (Edgewood College of Ed)
Mrs M Wilson NTSD (Durban Teachers' Training College)
PHYSICAL EDUCATION
Miss B Descoins BA Phys Ed (Rhodes) HDE (UN)
Miss L du Plessis H Dip Sec Ed (PE) FDE Mrs K Roberts HDE (ECE)
Mrs J Taylor Dip Phys Ed (Dartford)
ADMINISTRATIVE
Mrs J Anderson Mrs J Bentel
Sr M Blackman R S C N
Miss K Bohme
Mrs B Buckingham
Mrs K Draper
Mrs L Finegan
Dr G Kirby
Miss C Lea
Mrs A Lorentz
Miss M Maslin
Mrs D McLellan
Mrs H Morrison
Mr B Mouton
Mrs C Noble
Mrs D Schultz
Miss B Smith
Mrs F Smith Dip Sect Cert (Jhb)
Mrs E Triegaardt Mrs J Tyson
Mrs P Ward BA Hons (Wits)
Mrs N Willcox CIS
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Back Row: Mrs N Chislett, Miss C Lea, Mrs P Schou, Mrs P Ward, Mrs E
Conradie, Mrs C Tapson, Dr L Vieira, Miss J Court, Mrs A Passmore, Mr
s F Cunnington, Mrs T Steyn, Miss H van Zeeventer.
Fourth Row: Mrs C Noble, Mrs L Finegan, Miss J Ironside, Miss L Jacqu
es, Mrs S Ivanovic, Mrs M Rushton, Mrs J Tyson, Mrs D Law, Mrs R Keny
on, Mrs J Bentel, Mrs K Rcibe, Mrs U Rowlands, Mrs D Gibbs, Mrs K Dra
per, Mrs T van der Nest, Mrs E Coutts-Trotter, Sister M Blackman, Mrs
E Triegaardt, Mrs J Anderson.
Third Row: Mrs B Jordan, Miss C Euijen, Mrs B Buckingham, Mrs V Lord,
Mrs M West gate, Mrs M Wilson, Mrs J Keegan, Miss B Botha, Mrs A Eck
hart, Mrs G Tobias, Mrs S Turner, Mrs Z Martin, Mrs J Slaughter.
Second Row: Miss B Smith, Mrs K Roberts, Mrs S Holmes, Mrs J Lane,
Mrs P Dewberry, Miss D Joseph, Mrs E Todd, Mrs V Moelwyn-Hughes, Mr
s C Locke, Mrs C Hughes, Miss B Thorn, Mrs H de Vries, Mrs G Nicola
ysen, Mrs D Draudsing, Mrs M Dickson, Mrs S Rubin, Mrs H Morrison,
Miss B Descoins, Mrs M Fargher.
Front Row: Mrs F Edwards, Miss B Green, Mrs P Lake, Mrs A Lorentz, M
iss P Klosser. Mrs P Brink, Mrs L Nelson, Mrs L Thomas, Mrs N Willco
x, Mrs R Kruger, Mr B Mouton, Mrs J Henn, Mrs A Kleynhans.
Domestic and Maintenance Staff
Back Row: P Ndou, W Valoyi, J Ramakutlana, J Maluleke, D Ngobene, A
Shibambo, J Motolo, R Baloyi and I Selemela.
4th Row: S Phoshoko, I Siemele, J Tshidavhu, M Ndlovu, E Khaphath
e, B Tibana, M Nkomo, R Muumba, P Ngubane and P Mashapa.
3rd Row: K Zondi, P Makintle and P Lekhade.
2nd Row: D Mnweba, G Makhatini, E Motswaisane, G Mogotlane, B Mgaga
, A Tofile, L Ntabeni, R Molokoane, V Segabutla, E Mokopi and E Pha
khati.
Front Row: W Munyai, C Lea. B Smith, Mr B Mouton, Mrs L Nelson, Mrs A
Lorentz, C Noble, H Nabal and F Kereta.
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Prize List
Leslie Cope Cornford............................English Essay......................L
auren-Ann Beukes
Baker Memorial..................................English............................Lauren
-Ann Beukes
EllaleMaitre....................................Reading............................Sarah Stace
y
Patrick Duncan..................................Afrikaans..........................Jacquel
ine Kane
ADViney French Muriel Ajchenbrenner
Sophie Ajchenbrenner
H R Raikes......................................History............................Jacqueline
Kane
H R Raikes......................................Physical Science...................Jacqu
eline Kane
Jubilee.........................................Mathematics........................Tomoko
Kashiwagi
Jubilee.........................................Additional Mathematics.............Yukar
i Imanaga
Pole Evans......................................Biology............................Gudrun Lake
JoanHildick-Smith...............................Art................................Jacquelin
e Kane
Margaret Earle..................................Classical Studies..................Beatri
zPadilha
Margaret Earle..................................Speech and Drama...................Ka
linkaAndjelopolj
Noel Niven......................................Music..............................Yukari Iman
aga
Cluver..........................................General Achievement................Tany
a Wood
Nelson Dux Trophy..................................................................BeatrizPadi
lha
Ante Matric I Progress Prize........................................................AnnaKli
siewicz
Ante Matric II Progress Prize.......................................................Zoe Cutl
and
Upper V I Progress Prize............................................................Victoria
Maguire
Upper VII Progress Prize............................................................Germa
ine Hollman
Middle V I Progress Prize...........................................................Briony W
hittaker
Middle V II Progress Prize..........................................................Natas
ha Doody-Pestell
Lower V I Progress Prize............................................................Shu-Pin
g Chou
Lower V II Progress Prize...........................................................Carole Wa
llis
Junior Mathematics Challenge........................................................S
usan Woodhead
Ashton Reading Trophy...............................................................Louise
Campbell
Susan Falcon Squash Trophy..........................................................Eloi
seMalan
Dawn Vincent Challenge Cup for Swimming............................................
.Olivia Read
"Junior Victrix Ludorum"............................................................Natash
a Doody-Pestell
"Sports Girl of the Year"...........................................................Deborah W
hite
Jane Stirling Music Cup.............................................................TabeaHan
ni
Chiu-JungChen
The Edelweiss Kruger Prize for Music................................................
Chien-Jung Chen
Dorothea Campbell Music Scholarship................................................
.Alexandra Schwarer
The Carruthers Trophy for Computer Science........................................
..Catherine Maclay
Cultural Achievement................................................................Alexand
ra Fordyce
Sanchia Henning Memorial Bowl.......................................................Pa
tience Khoza
The Michele Mullinos Memorial Trophy..............................................
..Leigh-Anne McGown
The St George's Prize...............................................................Gudrun La
ke
Headmistress' Gift to the Head of School...........................................
.Samantha Spyron
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IVlatriciilaiits
Name Uistinction Name Distinction
Deborah Barker Bridget Latakgomo
Caroline Beckerling (Mathematics SG) Nina Leuner (Mathematics, Biolog
y,
Veronica Bostock (French) French. Additional
Tricia-Irene Bowring Mathematics)
Louise Brown (Afrikaans) Nonhlanhla Mabusela
Sylvia Calandriello (Italian) Louise Marais
Michelle Christie-Large Alison Matthews (Afrikaans)
Kate Conradie (English, Afrikaans, Yasmin Mayat
Mathematics, Biology, Lebitso Mokgatle
French, Additional Liana Moschoudis (Mathematics SG)
Mathematics) Thabo Mosendane
Melissa Davidson Kate Murray
Lisa Davison Liesl-Ann Nel (English, Mathematics SG)
Fiona Eriksen (English, Afrikaans, Vivi Neoh (Spanish, Additional
Geography) Mathematics)
Joleen Fataar Anita Nicolopulos
Mari Hayashida (Mathematics, Science, Nicola Presbury
Music, Additional Angela Quiding
Mathematics) Nichola Sanders (Mathematics)
Sandra Herselman (German, Art) Kathleen Slaughter (History)
Bernice Holly Hannah Stegmann (English)
Natalia Holman (French) Masooda Suliman
Geniv Houssein Sonja Tu (Biology SG)
Tracey Jessiman (Mathematics SG) Jill van Zyl
Sarah Jones Lisa von Vivenot
Masako Kodama Alisa von Wimmersperg
Katherine Krige (Afrikaans, Mathematics, Julie-Ann Whitefield
Science, Biology, Music, Monica Wojtowicz (Mathematics SG)
Additional Mathematics) Lindsi Wood
1993
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Back row: Beatriz Padilha, Lavinia Maiwashe, Sara Nigro, Alexandra G
oldman, Estelle Dehon, Mary Wareham.
Middle row: Tanya Wood, Olivia Read, Mrs P Brink, Alexandra Fordyce,
Deborah White, Sarah Stacey.
Front row: Camilla Thomas, Harriet Crawford (Deputy Head Girl), Mrs L
Nelson, Samantha Spyron (Head Girl), Julia Bruyns.
Back row: Julie Sander, Deborah White, Maria Nakios
Front row: Harriet Crawford, Mrs L Nelson, Kalinka Andjelopolj
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HEADMISTRESS' REPORT
It is with great pleasure that I welcome Dr and Mrs Clark, Mr and Mrs
Joubert, Board members, honoured guests, parents, staff and girls to R
oedean's 90th Birthday year Speech Day. Our honoured guests include fr
iends and supporters of the school and heads from HMC schools and thei
r spouses. Mr McFarlane, the Headmaster of St John's College, with who
m Roedean and I enjoy a special relationship as we share so many famil
ies, celebrates the opening of the new St John's College Science Block
. He regrets his non-attendance at our function today. I am pleased to
welcome Mrs Livingstone, the newly appointed Headmistress of Roedean
Junior School from 1994 and Mr Livingstone.
Mrs L Nelson with Dr B Clark, Chairman of the CS1R, who gave an enter
taining and enlightening speech at Speech Day
Speech Day is a day for thanksgiving, affirmation and recollection of th
e year past. 1993 has been an exceptionally busy, happy, productive year
for the School. We started the year on a high academic note with Roedea
n's best Matriculation results ever which included the achievement of a
'D' as the lowest aggregate symbol achieved by any member of the class,
whilst lour girls - Kate Conradie, Katherine Krige, Mari Hayashida and N
ina Leuner - were placed in the top ten of the
1992examination. We were pleased to enjoy top honours in this final year
of the JMB and felt that in the subtleties and complexities of educatio
n at that level, we must be doing something right. Walter McFarlane's ge
nerous congratulatory letter, with the comment "Roedean hit the jackpot
this year", was greatly appreciated.
In reviewing this past year, our initial academic success spread to exc
eptional results in the 1820 Foundation's English Olympiad in which Lau
ren-Ann Beukes, Victoria Bruce, Megan Chan, Fatima Laher, Daniella Levi
n, Alexandra Schwarer and Sarah Stacey were placed in the top 100 and i
n the Latin Olympiad where Estelle Dehon and Paula Makwea were placed j
oint 20th in the Matric section, with Laura Draudsing placed 7th in the
Std 9 section. A total of 28 gold, silver and bronze certificates were
awarded to Roedean girls who entered the 1820 Foundation Eisteddfod Cr
eative Writing section. Five Roedean girls were placed in or near the t
op 300 out of 27 000 candidates in the National Youth Science Olympiad.
Twenty five Roedean girls were placed in the top 20 of the 15 000 pupi
ls who entered the first round of the Mathematics Olympiad and four qua
lified to participate in the second round.
In Music, six Roedean girls were chosen to play in the Witwatersrand You
th Orchestra. We are immensely proud of Chien-Jung Chen and Yumiko Itoh
who competed in the Trust Bank National Youth Music competition. Both gi
rls were placed in the final 27 young musicians in South Africa with Chi
en-Jung Chen ultimately being placed first in the Piano Category of this
prestigious South African competition. Beverly Green, her teacher, dese
rves full praise. All this is such an honour that I invited both girls t
o share their creative talents with us this morning.
In the sporting sphere, squash again dominated with our girls respondi
ng to Mrs Taylor's outstanding coaching to win six school squash leagu
es and being placed as the runners-up in the remaining three. Nandi Ts
habalala, Eloise Malan, Sally-Anne Jones, Kerith Nel, Natalie Hapgood
and Angela Grgin subsequently represented not only Roedean but the Tra
nsvaal in the South African Top Schools squash tournament.
These are some of the academic, cultural and sporting highlights of the yea
r and I salute these girls for their
hard work and exceptional achievements.
Whilst we rank ourselves with the very best schools in South Africa, excel
lence is a moving target. We hope to provide within our historic buildings
, beautiful gardens and deeply forged tradition, a broad education of inte
rnational standards which calls on the best the girls personally have to o
ffer - an education which exhibits academic rigour, stimulates creativity,
imagination and independent thought, and fosters self-confidence and a lo
ve of learning. In 1991 Ved Mehta wrote in the New Yorker: "I think that w
hen one is young it's important to do things with intensity. Not absolutel
y everything, and not all the time - but something ..." He continues: "I f
irmly believe that if you don't acquire the ability to do something diffic
ult when you are young, you will never develop it subsequently."
The Christian tradition affirms the value of every person as a child of God;
each with particular gifts, talents and potential to be realised. It is our
privilege as educationists to see the oak tree in the acorn. I salute the g
irls of Roedean who do not receive accolades but who quietly and enthusiasti
cally set the standards, live out the culture of learning and play their par
t in building the success of the School in the classrooms and on the sports
fields. They constitute the core and backbone of this illustrious institutio
n. I thank all the girls for their good humour, their sense of purpose, thei
r individuality and their personal service to the School this year.
Under Samantha's cheerful, positive spirit, the 1993 prefects and Matric
ulation class have led the School with a feeling of stability, commonsen
se and enthusiasm. Thank you. You are well prepared for your examination
challenge and we wish you success. I have a few words to say as you fac
e your personal challenges next year. Don't be content with the mediocre
. Don't settle for less than your God-given potential. Treasure life's m
oments of silence and solitude as moments for self-renewal. Associate yo
urself with people who stimulate your thinking, restore your vision and
stretch your capacity for dreaming. Please keep in touch with us.
Ultimately excellence in education depends on the commitment, creativity
and staying power of the teacher. At Roedean our teachers' educational in
put is immense and effective. I thank the staff as a body of experts and
professionals for their love, understanding and support of your daughters
and for their hard work this year. The quality of our staff is exemplifi
ed to me in this letter from
a former Head Girl currently at Stanford University, California, to a prese
nt member of staff:
"You are probably wondering what I am going on about, but I want to thank
you for letting me know how easy it is to start giving up what is diffic
ult. I think you should know that you inspired me - both then and now
- not only through History but in a way that is far more valuable and laudab
le. I shall hold on to your advice forever."
Mrs Terenia Large, a supportive member of the Roedean community, crea
ted the magnificent flower arrangement in Founders' Hall for Speech D
ay
I and the School are particularly indebted this year to Mrs Brink, Mrs W
illcox, Mrs Thomas, Mr Mouton and all the administration team. It has be
en a particularly demanding year in which we have organised event after
event, discussed academic matters, checked on buildings, balloons, black
boards, blind man's buff, dances, dog shows, drains, Fair litter arrange
ments, finance, fish, fountains, Hall of horrors, hopscotch, masked ball
s, mathematics, maypole dancing, parking, peace day, people needs, piano
s, pool filter, pupil needs, safety features, scavenger hunts, sculpture
s, security, sprinklers and stairs. We've worked long hours and enjoyed
much camaraderie.
This is an appropriate occasion to honour Loma Thomas and to say our t
hank you for her years of devoted service to Roedean. Through her comm
itment to the task,
sense of occasion and immaculate timing, and wisdom and love for her girls
and her staff, she has brought together the ingredients for the successfu
l functioning of the Junior School and guided its destiny as Headmistress
for eleven years. The official farewells will take place later this term.
As a school family we have grown closer as we have shared and supported
one another through some sad moments. This year Old Girls and parents
have been closely involved in many of our 90th Birthday events and high
lights. The Friday before Foundation Day saw the Old Girls decorating F
ounders' Hall whilst Matrics rehearsed their speeches, flowers were arr
anged and the long tables were set up by all. That week was also enhanc
ed by the presence of Mrs Priscilla Graham, the United Kingdom Old Roed
eanian Association President, who presented Roedean (SA) with the gift
of an Acer palmatum which we have planted next to one of the ponds in t
he water garden. We thank the South African Old Roedeanian Association
for their generous and thoughtful 90th Birthday gift of Headgirl Honour
s Boards. Apropos gifts, the girls have said that the Matty Read Memori
al presented by the Read and Lloyd family, with its little buck reflect
ed in the water, looks as though it has been on Bears Terrace for ever.
this year to their many organisational and interpersonal skills by learni
ng how to set up a terrifying Hall of Horrors and how to set up tea in to
tal darkness for 'A Midsummer Night' s Dream'. Jo Trotter and her helpers
organised a magnificent Masked Ball.
The School and I are indebted to the members of the Roedean Board for t
heir wisdom and support in 1993. Mr Joubert's ready availability, wit,
humour and wise counsel are greatly appreciated by me. Mr van As' contr
ibution to Roedean as the Board member responsible for the Building pro
ject, has been inestimable. After two years of planning, input from man
y quarters and one term of building, we are very pleased with the outco
me.
Roedean' s main community highl ight was the Fair. Our aim was to celebr
ate a birthday, foster and enjoy our community spirit and make aprofit i
f we could. Through Cynthia Schoeman's skilful and meticulous organisati
on we achieved all three. With the increasing mobility
On Speech Day Mrs Nelson paid tribute to the dedication of the Roede
an Board Members
Many Old Roedeanians have played important roles in School life in 1993
but one Old Girl deserves special mention. She has a direct manner, a
wicked sense of humour, a capacity for driving all around her and in tr
ue Roedean tradition only total commitment and high excellence will do.
I thank Anne Lorentz for the places of harmony and stillness and garde
ning beauty she has created around us.
The PTA under Nicole Jaff's able chairmanship added
Miss Thom certainly,
looked the part at the Edwardian Picnic
and pace of our lives, I rejoiced to observe the sense of connectedness
which girls, teachers and parents felt in the time before and afterthe
Fair. Through our common purpose we made new friends, have warm memori
es and had great fun. We are indebted to Cynthia and thank her family f
or lending her to us during a long period of preparation.
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I share with you some post-Edwardian Picnic com- commitment, the hilarity
, the romances, the mud, the ments by the girls: fun and the unqualified
success of it all.
"The Edwardian Picnic is the most memorable day I've ever had at Roedea
n. With the balloon launch there was such a feeling of unity -1 felt pr
oud of my school and the tears in my eyes and goosebumps on my arms tol
d it all.
"Dressed like an Edwardian lady I liked the feeling of elegance, in fact I
could handle coming to School like that every day - or nearly every day."
"I liked the way the teachers also got involved by dressing up - it showe
d me that teachers are also human."
"Everyone was in a happy mood and we became even more happy when w
e saw how much trouble had been put into making up our picnic boxe
s."
Everyone at Roedean thoroughly enjoyed the visit from the Russian school
and we all learnt from them. We enjoyed hearing about their culture and
listening to their music.
"In all my time at Roedean I don't think we have ever had a day off schoo
l - anyway it has now been proved to me that miracles do occur - even if
you have to wait 90 years."
And then there was 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'... what creative input
and achievement from a wonderful team of youngsters led by the indefat
igable Tessa Steyn. We shall long remember the music, the water, the
In Matric the girls have tea with their parents on Pleasaunce on Speech
Day. Here Mrs Lake and her daughter, Gudrun, enjoy this special time t
ogether
washed white stones, had an excellent talk on drugs for the girls and the
ir parents, learned how to respect each other and have enjoyed within sch
ool a sense of stability and security in a time of national depression in
a country racked by violence, uncertainty and unrest.
The South African progress to democracy unfolds with shared hope and fr
equent pain. It will be no easy task to dismantle the present structure
of apartheid and reformulate the education system in South Africa with
its fourteen departments. A challenge faces us. New initiatives are ne
eded. The ethos of an equitable structure is formed in the Independent
Schools which are founded in a love for humanity. Our response to the c
risis is a continued commitment to upgrading educational standards thro
ugh our Outreach Programme. We appreciate Miss Court's enthusiasm and g
ood cheer in providing opportunities for our Roedean girls to become pe
rsonally involved in communal sport, weekend camps, community drama, an
d for our teachers and
In amongst all this the teachers taught, the girls learnt, visitors arri
ved from Bulawayo, from Argentina, from Russia, we sang at the Linder Au
ditorium and the Roodepoort Eisteddfod, we fenced, scuba-dived, had thre
e girls who were selected for Edutrain, enjoyed an exchange of students
with Hotchkiss School, Connecticut, supported charities, visited the und
erprivileged,
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Outreach assistants to contribute through English, Mathematics, Science
and Computer lessons. Education is the key in the major challenge of rep
airing the broken bridges and disunity of South Africa.
At the International Conference of Heads held in Geneva this year it was
interesting to note the following trends which face school leavers. They
can expect:
to have 6/10 changes of jobs in their lifetimes
to spend some time unemployed
to be involved in formal education throughout their
lives
to move away from the country or area where they were bom
to be involved in careers/jobs that do not exist now.
I hope that by the time you leave Roedean you girls are equipped with th
e background and repertoire and personal resilience to cope with these p
redicted challenges.
I conclude with repeating wise and uplifting words from one of our Chapel
service readings this term. They are part of an address by Sir William M
ulock, Chief Justice of Ontario, Canada, who at the age of ninety-five sa
id the following:
"I am still at work, with my hand to the plough, and my face to the future.
The shadows of evening lengthen about me, but morning is in my heart. 1 ha
ve lived from the forties of one century to the thirties of the next. I hav
e had varied fields of labour, and full contact with
Mrs Willcox, Roedean's Bursar, has worked exceptionally hard this year a
nd has helped to organise numerous functions held to celebrate the ninet
ieth birthday
Mrs Anderson is always ready with a smile and a word of encouragement
for everyone.
men and things, and have warmed both hands before the fire of life.
"The testimony I bear is this: that the Castle of Enchantment is not yet be
hind me. It is before me still, and daily I catch glimpses of its battlemen
ts and towers. The rich spoils of memory are mine. Mine, too, are the preci
ous things of today - books, flowers, pictures, nature, and sport. The firs
t of May is still an enchanted day to me. The best thing of all is friends.
The best of life is always further on. Its real lure is hidden from our ey
es, somewhere behind the hills of time."
May we all take courage from his belief that 'the best of life is yet to come'
.
Thank you.
Miss P Klosser was presented with a long-service award for twenty five y
ears of dedicated service to the School
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Plie IVLatiric C^la
Muriel Ajchenbrenner:
What is not clear is not French.
Ik^ l
Sophie Ajchenbrenner:
Nothing happens unless at first a dream.
Kalinka Andjelopolj:
Grin and bear it!
Lesley Bester:
It is the early worm that gets caught by the bird!
Lauren-Ann Beukes:
Strength is breaking a chocolate into four pieces then eating only
Shamir a Botha:
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
Victoria Bruce:
Om mani padme hum -peace and harmony.
Julia Bruyns:
He who laughs, lasts.
Megan Chan:
Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does.
Isabel Coetsee: Dolphins should be free.
Harriet Crawford:
Humour is the ability to laugh in spite of everything.
Estelle Dehon:
How my quiet thoughts wander beyond the boundless shores.
Caroline Everett:
I'm well balanced -1 have a chip on each shoulder!
Alexandra Fordyce:
It is only too true that a lot of artists are mentally ill.
Salma Ganchi:
Fashion can be bought; style one must possess.
Alexandra Goldman:
True beauty is not what you see with your eyes, but what you see with yo
ur heart.
Sirpa Gunn:
We are the initiates riding the crest of chance.
Yukari Imanaga:
Yesterday is for remembering, tomorrow is for dreaming.
Jacqueline Kane:
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
Tomoko Kashiwagi:
Discretion in speech is more than eloquence.
Kirsten Kin:
Laugh at yourself first, before anybody else can.
Verity Kriegler:
..another hard day in Africa is over.
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Fatima Laher: Gudrun Lake:
I like work, it fascinates The trouble with progress
me. I can sit and look is that it can progress
at it for hours. in any direction.
,V
Camilla Thomas:
Bear patiently my heart for you have suffered heavier things
Ingrid Zenzile:
Life is a challenge that must never go unchallenged.
Paula Makwea:
Non ludi, sed vitam discimus - we learn not in school, but in life.
Olivia Read:
The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.
Nandi Tshabalala:
Nature is perturbed
Tebogo Mo gale:
Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.
Julie Sander:
Man is the only creature that knows how to blush, or needs to blush.
Mary Ware ham:
The meek shall inherit the earth - if that's all right with you.
Samantha Spyron:
Fly for me bird of the sky. Fly high!
Deborah White:
Reach for the limits and start from there!
Tasneem Mahomed:
My sun sets to rise again.
Lavinia Maiwashe:
This above all, to thine self be true.
Maria Nakios:
There is nothing so absurd but some philosopher has said it.
Sarah Stacey:
Life is ours to be spent not to be saved
Amanda Willcox:
Parents learn a lot from their children about coping with life.
Zaheera Surtee:
Success is not a destination; it is a journey.
Tanya Wood:
Never regret what you've done, only what time prohibits you from doing.
Tamarin Neal: Sara Nigro: Beatriz Padilha:
No doubt the universe is Our meddling intellect Life is too short to learn
unfolding as it should. mis-shapes the German,
beauteous form of things.
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FAREWELL TO MRS THOMAS
In a land which was far, far away And the rain seemed to fall day after da
y,
A young Scottish lass packed her case And left for Africa - a sunny base.
A wee while later to Roedean she came Where a class of Form Ones she
had to tame.
She taught them to read and also to write,
Some Maths, some History and to be polite.
First a teacher, then a Head,
So very ably the school she has led.
Her first home here, a flat near the pool Where she could watch the girls
keeping cool.
Little did she know what the future held in store,
A member of the Board came knocking at her door.
A marriage ceremony came in a while
And happily they walked down the flower-filled aisle.
Running a school is difficult to do,
Troubles are many but there are happy times too.
She's done it so well, with such charm and such grace, Roedean has bec
ome a very special place.
In her girls she has shown much pride.
To teach them self-confidence and loyalty she's tried. We'll all miss he
r manner so pleasant and calm Her warmth, her laughter and her Scottish
charm.
The Junior School Staff
Mrs Thomas's gracious, wise and loving leadership has made an indelib
le impression on Roedean Junior School
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1.
HgST'' '
2
3
A very little lass in Scotland
4
A Form I mistress
Already graceful - Mrs Thomas as a young girl on the heather.
Mrs Thomas soon after being appointed as Headmistress in the Junior Sc
hool.
As a young woman contemplating Africa
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The beautiful bride and the charming groom
The finest "Queen of Spring"!
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OBITUARY
As the Headmistress of Roedean, Fran was my personal secretary for five
years. We travelled many roads together with all the activities and peop
le in the School family. Fran enriched our School life and community wit
h concern for the small things about people, with sensitivity to the nee
ds of others, with her total unselfishness and her amazing sense of humo
ur.
At all times whilst involved in the multitude of School activities, Fran'
s family came first in her life. Her love and devotion to her children an
d to Mick who was her anchor and friend; her love and devotion to her lat
e father, her mother Mrs Bezdek, and her mother-in-law Mrs Smith, were al
l unwavering. I am sure that Evelyn, who worked for Fran for 25 years has
a rich store of memories. Fran was very protective of the people she lov
ed and she was fiercely loyal. She had an individualised special bond wit
h so many people because of her cheerful spirit.
For the girls of the School, seeing Fran at her desk was a good way to
start the day. She filled a niche in their lives and embraced the happy
and the sad and sweetened the pain of the uncertain or the lonely. Thr
ough the day I would hear, "Good morning Michele, how was your science
test yesterday?", "Hello Nikola, is your dog better?", "Thank you Mari
for Wednesday's musical performance." "Madam I got my Maths homework ri
ght." "Madam, my father phoned last night from Germany,",''Would you li
ke a sweet Michael?" and so on ... I happened to observe a rare event a
fter December' s Boarder's Christmas dinner when a Senior girl put her
arms around Fran and said, "Madam, I love you." Years go by when this d
oes not happen to members of the admin or academic staff in a school.
She had a sign at the side of her desk which caused great merriment. It
was presented to her by a teacher and was validly labelled Secretary Gen
eral of the United Nations, because Fran would speak English, Afrikaans,
French, Polish. Italian, Spanish and sometimes attempt other languages
to prospective parents so that all felt welcome.
Few people have the pleasure of a Secretary who walks into one' s office
in the morning with a vase saying "this rose is for you to enjoy today" o
r, as once happened, "today you will start the day with these freshly pic
ked strawberries with some cream."
Fran had a great love of music, loved flowers, sang superbly, loved visit
s with her family to the Kruger Park and would return to regale us with p
articularly vivid memories and descriptions. She appreciated Earth's beau
ty and made the time to notice it. She had an impatience with any form of
pretension.
So often as we grow older we live day by day at random. We are too busy t
o treat life as the finest of the Fine Arts and we are too busy to acknow
ledge that the years of our personal pilgrimage in which we should master
the technique of living for others, are all too short.
In these last few months I saw Fran developing quite incredible inner re
sources and personal courage so that she lived unselfconsciously what sh
e believed. From her sickbed she optimistically encouraged, exhorted and
lovingly cared for those close to her and around her. Her life during t
his time became an ever-widening arc of inspiration.
We can rejoice in the example and memory of her zest for life, and her
faith and her courage. We can be supported by the strength she gave us
and we cannot begrudge her her rest. Rest well, dear friend.
IP rayer
-^\.lmighty Father, we pray for Thy
blessing upon this school and our sister school in England.
May whatsoever things are true, pure, lovely and of good report for ever
flourish and abound in them.
Preserve to them an unblemished name, enlarge them with a wider usefuln
ess, exalt them in the love and reverence of all their members and use
them as instruments to Thy glory.
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Tike Building Project Underway
TW B uiMing Project Completed
Hersov's enhanced acoustics, stage and seating areas for our flourishin
g musicians
The creative space inside the new Drama centre
This aspect of Hersov belies the enthralling maze of music rooms which
have been described as a "mini conservatoire "
The Old Gymnasium has been converted into a modem Senior School C
omputer Centre
.H. - i ' _
Mrs Todd outside the new library dooor which is both enchanting and enti
cing
The exquisite water garden has become an "extra outdoor "classroom". The
sound of running water is believed to stimulate the alpha senses which
are vital for creativity
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HEADGIRL'S REPORT
Samantha Spyron - Roedean's warm and friendly headgirl
Dr Brian Clark, on behalf of the Roedean Family I would like to thank yo
u for your words of wisdom, guidance for the future and your sense of hu
mour.
We are privileged here at Roedean to receive a formal education as well
as knowledge and insight into fields that are beyond conventional tutori
ng.
Thanks to the expertise of guest speakers, such as you Dr Clark, and to t
he wisdom of our teachers our eyes are slowly opened to the ways of the w
orld. Because we spend so much of our day at school, the nurturing that o
ccurs here is often greater than that which takes place in our home envir
onment. It is a nurturing that is vital in our preparation for the road t
hat lies ahead.
We are exposed to a wide variety of subjects, views, opinions and people
. Some of the exposure we receive builds us up and is thought-provoking,
some we do not agree with and some amuses us. But all the enrichment th
at we receive, both the negative and the positive, is all important in t
he growing process of life.
These insights as well as our cultural activities are important ingredients
to a complete education which I believe we receive at this prestigious sch
ool.
Dr Clark, I would like to thank you for being the cherry on the top. You
have been a wonderful guest speaker both thought-provoking and interestin
g.
This is also my last opportunity to thank the Roedean community on behalf
of the matrics. Without your help and support this year would not have b
een easy. Mrs Nelson, staff, parents and girls you have stood by us all t
he way, even through the ninetieth birthday celebrations as if we were th
e only ones in the whole school who mattered. Your friendliness and spiri
t, I believe, is what makes this school so special. Thank you.
Matrics, I could never have had better companions. Being so far away fr
om home you became my family and I am really going to miss you. Harriet
your support and sense of humour I wi 11 never forget. And to the pref
ects, as far as I am concerned you are irreplaceable!
On a more personal note I would like to thank my parents. You have al
ways supported me and even though there was always a few thousand kil
ometres between us, I knew 1 could always count on you.
This school is very special to me. It has provided me with a wonderful ba
se from which to go forward. Thank you all.
Samantha Spyron
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Olivia Read, Mrs Nelson, Deborah White
Litrary IVIomtors
Back row: Muriel Ajchenbrenner, Shamira Botha, Megan Chan, Lauren-An
n Beukes, Kirsten Kin Front row: Sophie Ajchenbrenner, Amanda Willco
x, Mrs E Todd, Tamarin Neal, Caroline Everett
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©arciers
Back Row: Vanessa Mangueira, Mayisha Mangueira, Annette Hanni, Claire
Hindmarsh, Ashlesha Mahagaonkar, Toni Clarke, Natalie Katz, Brigitte
Pool, Tabea Hanni, Dianne Stark, Kasia Bate, Shirley Smith.
Fifth Row: Micha-Rose Emmett, Simone Haywood, Nikola Redtenbacher,
Karen Godrich, Sayeh Eshraghi, Anagha Mahagaonkar, Mignon de Kock
, Boipelo Mosaka, Sonia Pinto-Romao, Sharon O'Ehley, Natalie Whith
am, Patience Khoza, Germaine Brand, Pei-Shen Tsai.
Fourth Row: Nancy Godrich, Stephanie Distave-Oppers, Rebecca Patter
son, Cynthia-Leigh Godrich, Makhosazana Mtetwa, Malaika Daude, Khav
uta Mbatsana, Leanne Prodehl, Harriet Moore, Rachael Daka, Candice
Jones, Juliet Honey.
Third Row: Rochelle Reddy, Liduva Ferrao, Candace Godrich, Simphiwe
Skosana, Eileen Coghlan, Mireille Wenger, Portia Nhlapo, Katlego Seg
oe, Kathleen McLynn, Unaite Jeichancle, Kathryn Lane, Katya Sulemane
, Tacita Giemre. Second Row: Mrs Morrison, Annalisa Christie, Mrs Be
ntel, Cindy Offer, Nompilo Mabena, Sandra de Oliveira, Eleanor McGre
gor, Jade Patterson, Sabrina Cecchini, Thakane Shale, Chiara Cecchin
i, Hazel Holly, Ntaoleng Motaung, Siphesihle Mahlangu, Michelle Mase
benza, Jeanne Davidson, Sister Blackman, Sandile Mabena, Genevieve G
alassi, Mrs Triegaardt.
Front Row: Ingrid Zenzile, Samantha Spyron, Sara Nigro, Lavinia Maiw
ashe, Mrs Brink, Camilla Thomas, Shamira Botha, Paula Makwea, Tebogo
Mogale.
These Matric Boarders share a joke. For them the moment is precious as th
ey realise that soon they will have to bid farewell to those in Boarding
who have been an integral part of their lives for many years
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BOARDING NEWS
Roedean boarding life is perhaps the most exciting facet of school life.
Where else can one enjoy raucous midnight feasts and sing while brushing
one's teeth without being told to keep quiet by siblings?
Although the boarding house is a 30 second walk from school the boarders
have uncannily managed to uphold a record of arriving late for class, e
very morning. This is not so much because of defective characters but mo
re to voracious appetites and extended breakfast time. From morning unti
l the last Matric's light is out the boarding house is alive with the un
mistakable sounds of laughter and mournful sighs of "Will he phone today
?". Boarding offers us a new and wider scope of experience: living with
other people from different cultural backgrounds and invaluable to our s
urvival as South Africans.
In Boarding there are three very special and dedicated ladies who, more
than anyone else, add to the spirit of harmony and good cheer which prev
ails. Mrs Triegaardt of Bears House, is always at hand with a good joke,
a hug and words of wisdom when these are most needed. She will be truly
missed when she leaves Roedean at the end of the year, but the boarders
and especially her "beautiful Matrics", will never forget her. Mrs Morr
ison, our Lambs House lady-warden, keeps us entertained with stories abo
ut Ireland, and is willing at all times to lend a sympathetic ear. Many
a problem has been left behind in her room, but many unwanted kilograms
are also blamed on her since her tuck-shop is so irresistible. Our new K
ats House lady-warden, Mrs Bentel, is a welcome addition to the Boarding
House. All her little Kats love her, just as all of us girls love and r
espect not only our lady-wardens, but also Sister Blackman who has relie
ved thousands of aches and pains over the years.
One advantage of being a boarder is the entertainment one has the oppor
tunity to enjoy. This ranges from Saturday night videos to events arran
ged by the girls themselves. One such event is the annual "Miss Kats" c
ompetition, which draws a big crowd every year. This year was no differ
ent and "Miss Kats" proved to be as enjoyable as was expected.
The highlight of boarding in 1993 was, according to most, the visit paid
to us by Bulawayo Girls College during their South African tour. Very soo
n after their arrival we were chatting away comparing countries,
interests and anything but work. That evening their superb performance o
f Zimbabwean dance and music left us speechless and created a warm atmos
phere that is still maintained through long-distance letters. Our partin
g early on Sunday morning was very sad, but just recently the boarders r
eceived a letter, from a friend just across the border, which ended with
the lines "...my best memories are of Roedean as a whole. Y ou were the
most polite, well-presented and hospitable school we visited."
Others could, of course, argue that the highlight for the boarders this y
ear must be attributed to the staging of A Midsummer Night's Dream - or m
ore specifical ly, to the St John's members of the cast. The boarders wer
e not only subjected to the continual influx of the wet-suit clad cast me
mbers running into the boarding house in search of towels, but also to a
particular member insisting on taking prep! All-in-all the play provided
many a lovesick sleepless night for some and also an invitation to "The D
ream".
Boarding at Roedean, in general, has been an amusement park full of the
most fantastic tales to explain tardiness, incorrect uniform and why one
is still on the phone after "lights out". Surely Roedean boarders are t
he most creative young ladies with excuses ranging from "Sorry I'm late,
but I had no shoes" to "I really don't know why this nail polish is sti
ll on my nail. I definitely remember removing it.". These and many more
witty remarks passed in the boarding house have kept up a lovely atmosph
ere, allowing girls to release classroom tension and homesickness. The f
riends we made as boarders are sure to be friends forever.
On the whole it has been one fantastic year full of wonderful and inter
esting happenings. Everyone cooperated with enthusiasm and a spirit of
conviviality was maintained throughout the year. It would not have been
a year every Matric will remember if every one had not made such an ef
fort to live in harmony, or as close to it as possible. From dining-roo
m teasing to new lady-wardens, the Boarding House has been busy and suc
cessful, and so we salute another memorable year of Roedean Boarding.
Lavinia Maiwashe Sara Nigro Paula Makwea Camilla Thomas Shamira
Botha Tebogo Mogale
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dean O
OTiises
Bears House
Back row: Robyn Lister, Mayisha Mangueira, Meggan Edwards, Brigitte
Pool, Kim Kershaw, Karen Malherbe, Nicola Drake, Beatrix Maxwell, Le
igh-Anne McGown, Francis Rogan, Ashlesha Mahagaonkar, Samantha Van t
'Riet, Theresa Rogan, Claire Marshall.
Sixth Row: Tina Cho, Daphne Erasmus, Claudia Thorpe, Samantha Cox, C
hien-Jung Chen, Sarah Watson, Shelley Biddulph, Nicki-Anne Van' t Ri
et, Regina Neoh, Micha-Rose Emmet, Danielle Gautier, Tagita Giemre,
Zoe Cutland, Nicole Freitag, Vanessa Mangueira, Germaine Brand.
Fifth Row: Khavuta Mbatsana, Simone Haywood. Jelena Andrin, Laura D
raudsing, Lucy Butler, Tammy Liu, Makhosazana Mtetwa, Pei-Shen Tsai
, Mignon de Kock, Anagha Mahagaonkar, Zainab Aboo, Candice Jones, B
riony Whittaker, Sarah Rowlands, Andrijana Buljanovic.
Fourth Row: Rebecca Patterson, Mary Honnet, Lynn Johnston, Jessica
Uys, Juliet Honey, Tasneem Domingo, Azra Gardee, Bronwen Wilson, Gw
en Morgan, Portia Nlilapo, Natasha Doody-Pestell, Kathleen McLynn,
Heather McCulloch, Minako Itoh
Third Row: Jade Patterson, Katya Sulemane, Farzana Minty, Carolin
e Edey, Susan Woodhead, Tasneem Mahomed,
Lesley Bester, Tebogo Mogale, Katherine Goetz, Sheroda Novis, Kelly S
anders, Yumiko Itoh
Second Row: Sirpa Gunn. Harriet Crawford, Isabel Coetsee, Deborah Wh
ite, Miss B Thorn, Alexandra Goldman
(Head of House), Verity Kriegler, Gudrun Lake, Yukari Imanaga
Front Row: Aneesa Bodiat, Allison Triegaardt, Rumana Thokan, Hazel Ho
lly
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BEARS' HOUSE REPORT
"Of all the houses, great and small, St Ursula's the best of all!" Never
a truerphrase has been coined. Bearlings you have been Bearilliant this y
ear, we have fared superbly with our team spirit and endurance.
I extend a warm Bear Hug to the Bear matrics of 1993 without whose su
pport and enthusiasm the success of Bears' House wouldn't have been p
ossible.
Wherever Bears seem to put their paws whatever they touch turns to gold. T
he Bear facts for 1993 will follow in this report.
Not only did Bears win the Interhouse Gala on Foundation Day but we wer
e also able to Bare our teeth in pride when we won the diving cup too.
Alexandra Goldman, the Captain of Bears, received the trophy on behalf
of Bears.
Wild and unrecognisable: Allison Triegaardt, Jessica Uys and Katherine
Norman at Housenight
Bears created an original and hilarious production of the Fifteen Minute
Hamlet under the direction of Verity Kriegler and Isabel Coetsee. Altho
ugh we did not win the Interhouse plays, a tremendous amount of fun was
had by both the Bearlings involved and the audience.
However, Bears' success did not end there. We went on to win both the S
enior and the Junior Interhouse netball.
Perhaps one of Bears' greatest accomplishments was that of winning the
Interhouse Music event. The entire house experienced something incredib
le in the week leading up to the event. Midst all the fun were the true
learning experiences for each individual and the House as a whole.
Bears' accomplishments are, however, secondary to their spirit and enthu
siasm in all that we undertook. This was clearly evident on Housenight.
One theme was The Bear Necessities of life' and we all know that the fir
st necessity is to belong to St Ursula then one can easily bear any day.
I could truly never have asked for more productivity and enthusiasm with
in the House at any stage this year. As House Captain of Bears, 1993 has
been personally enriching. I am indebted to my Bear matrics and the hou
se as a whole for everything I gained this year.
I wish the matrics of 1994 the Bearst of luck and courage as they go on t
o experience all that we have this year, enjoy the challenges which each
event holds and never lose sight of the fact that Bears House is 'Red Hot
tsssss.J
Alexandra Goldman House Captain
The energetic Mother Bear, Miss Thorn, was a constant source of enthu
siasm and encouragement for her Bears
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'amiss House
Back Row: Shara Barrell, Angela Grgin, Germaine Hollman, Louisa van T
onder, Jennifer Croll, Maura Aguirre, Nicola Durrant, Nicola Lawrence
, Sarah Langhan, Ginger Bertoli, Alexandra Kane, Louise Campbell, Cla
ire Hindmarsh, Melanie Thorp, Vicki Brown, Georgina Berry
Sixth Row: Boipelo Mosaka, Joanne Versluis, Haseena Seedat, Sharon O'E
hley, Kirsten Falconer, Scarlet Steer, Nancy Godrich, Dianne Stark, Ca
therine Ferreira, Giselle Walker, Anna Klisiewicz, Helene Nicolopulos,
Alexandre, Schwarer, Patience Khoza, Victoria Maguire
Fifth Row: Shu-Ping Chou, Penelope Jarvis, Nicola Kalk, Lieze Norval,
Lephoi Mokgatle, Phiwe Mankayi, Megan Dreyer, Karen Godrich, Jennife
r Dickson, Virginia Quiding, Feroza Mohammed, Tanya Thorp, Lisa Churc
h Fourth Row: Chiara Cecchini, Stephanie Distave-Oppers,-Katherine O'
Callaghan, Caroline Man, Malaika Daude, Clare Matthews, Jenny Pheiffe
r, Cynthia-Leigh Godrich, Samantha Sing, Brigitte Schmidt, Natalie Ta
mbourlas, Mireille Wenger
Third Row: Masindi Mosendane, Sheona Mitchley, Naomi Uchida, Taryn
Hirsch, Jenny Ngandu, Rochelle Reddy, Ntaoleng Motaung
Second Row: Amanda Willcox, Tanya Wood, Megan Chan, Tamarin Neal,
Mrs M Westgate, Olivia Read (Head of House), Kirsten Kin, Mary War
eham, Jacqueline Kane
Front Row: Shamira Botha, Nandi Tshabalala, Samantha Spyron, Lavini
a Maiwashe, Beatriz Padilha, Sara Nigro, Tomoko Kashiwagi, Paula Ma
kwea
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LAMBS' HOUSE REPORT
I doubt there has ever been a prouder house captain. Well Lambs, w
hat can I say? Ewe were FLAMBOYANT, UNBLEATABLE, unmistakably the
BEST. Thank you so much for making 1993 such an unforgettable and
enjoyable year for me.
Foundation Day was a great success. Lambs came third in the annual gala
, however as usual they outdid everyone else in spirit and sheer living
power. Our Seniors and Juniors put up a tough fight in Netball, Hockey
, Squash and Tennis in which we were third, second, second and second r
espectively.
evening of charming 1 ambiance in the annual Interhouse Music Competit
ion.
The majority of our fund-raising took place in the first term with the "
Lambs Money Mile", a roaring success in which we collected over R1000; t
he funds went to the Nokhuthula Centre and "Mission without Fathers".
Once again the Lambs have shown themselves as the most spirited, energe
tic and wonderful House ever. My greatest thanks go to Mrs Westgate - t
he unsung heroine - for her unfailing support during the year, and to m
y fantastic, highly spirited Matrics.
To the "Best House of All", I wish you every success in the future.
Olivia Read House Captain
Lambs proving that they can shout the most enthusiastically
Housenight was formidable. Well done to all Lambs who made it an eve
ning to remember. The theme "The Big Blue" with Mary as our charming
and dedicated lifeguard proved amusement for everyone.
Houseplays were an outstanding success. This year it was not only the act
resses who took part in the nail-biting thriller Murder in the Red Barn,
but the entire House with their high pitched shrieks that added to the te
nsion. Weeks of feverish practising culminated in an
Olivia Read led the way in the Lambs' Money Mile which raised money for
two worthy charities
Lambs House encouraging their team along the way
Mrs Westgate was always at hand to help and support Lambs
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Back Row: Sarah Christianson, Claire McFarlane, Marlene Hunt, Alex Ba
rtholomew, Natalie Katz, Toni Clarke, Shannon Pascal!, Caroline Bosto
ck, Tamara Pascall, Aliya Bauer, Nicola Yorke, Gretha Albertyn, Linde
lwa Magampa, Tabea Hanni, Katherine Norman.
Fourth Row: Natalie Hapgood, Shirley Smith, Sophie Jaff, Matshego Nkwe
, Kasia Bate, Carole Wallis, Karen Rankin, Heidi Henning, Annette Hann
i, Lindiwe Miti, Catherine Maclay, Nikola Redtenbacher.
Third Row: Natalie Feldwick-Davis, Laura Cameron, Colleen McConnell,
Kathryn Wessels, Jillian Lobban, Pamela Tunstall, Natalie Whitham, El
izabeth Wallis, Donna Spencer, Sally-Anne Jones, Eloise Malan, Kerith
Net, Anastasia Doucakis, Kate Dabrowski, Sonia Pinto-Romao.
Second Row: Anna Szymonowicz, Adele Goligorsky, Kerry Solomon, Sayeh E
shraghi, Melissa Kalil, Lisa Osborn, Christelle Hicklin, Marta Pan, Sh
eetal Vallabh, Leanne Prodehl, Harriet Moore, Daniella Levin, Unaite J
eichande, Desiree Son.
First Row: Katie Lane, Rachael Daka, Karen Loxton, Amanda Kay, Wendy
Wu, Christina Tsilimigras, Chiu-Jung Chen, Philippa Nel, Eileen Cog
hlan, Simphiwe Skosana, Liduva Ferrao, Thakane Shale, Louise Ludick.
Seated: Caroline Everett, Muriel Ajchenbrenner, Lauren Beukes, Zaheera
Surtee, Mrs P Brink, Julia Bruyns, Kalinka Andjelopolj, Fatima Ixiher,
Sarah Stacey.
Front Row: Camilla Thomas, Sophie Ajchenbrenner, Estelle Dehon, Maria
Nakios, Julie Sander, Victora Bruce, Salma Ganchi.
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KATS' HOUSE REPORT
At the end of 1992, I nervously tried to follow the previous Head of Kats'
advice which was: "The most important thing is just to RELAX! Take everyt
hing calmly and in your stride. I promise it will go much easier then," an
d "Try not to be too much of a disciplinarian. I think the best thing to d
o is just explain that you don't want to punish them and PLEASE will they
co-operate!" or "You have to be enthusiastic. This is unbelievably importa
nt."
Fortunately, I never had to resort to a Robespierre dictatorship because
the Kats' willing participation, cheerfulness and optimistic attitude res
ulted in a successful and happy year. I am so proud of the high spirit an
d enthusiasm in which events were carried out. 1993 has been an eventful
and exciting year.
Lauren Beukes directed an excellent Houseplay, A World without Men for
which Kalinka Andjelopolj won the award for best actress. The high stan
dard of musical talents were displayed at the Interhouse Music Festival
which turned out to be an exceptional evening. My congratulations go t
o the senior Kats' Netball team, the Senior and Junior Squash and the S
enior Tennis team who achieved well-deserved victories.
Other achievements this year include the Interhouse Debating trophy and
the Silver Leaf for the June examinations. Although the Interhouse swi
mming and diving were not won by us, our determination was by far the b
est!
In April we collected Easter eggs which were donated to Child Welfare. T
he girls also collected coppers towards the Lamb's Money Mile. Kats1 Hou
senight offered all an evening of high 'aristocratic' entertainment. Onc
e again, the Aristokats displayed their excepThe Matrics play a large part in rousing the spirit of their house and thes
e Kats' Matrics are no exception
tional talents and originality to create a memorable evening.
A special thanks to the whole house for your wonderful help and enthusia
sm. I am so proud of you and I wish you all the best for 1994. Mrs Brink
, thank you for your encouragement and advice.I will never "forkat the a
mazing year that we have had together.
Julia Bruyns House Captain
Kool, Kahn and Kollected Kats. Julia Bruyns and Mrs Brink made a good
team and Julia knew she could always rely on Mrs Brink's wisdom.
Aristokatic Ante Matrics entertained the audience at Kats' Housenight
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A nd iviiore
In.terlio'u.se Events
[NTERHOUSE PLAYS EVENING
BEARS' INTERHOUSE PLAY
This year's Interhouse plays proved to be three of the most outstanding
productions ever performed during my years at Roedean School. Each girl
who participated in the plays was dedicated, inspired and enthusiastic.
The plays were sizzling with vitality and a sense of enjoyment.
As director of the Bears play, I feel privileged to have enjoyed the sup
port of the girls in my house. Our version of the Fifteen Minute Hamlet
drew many laughs. Lesley Bester, Zoe Cutland, Laura Draudsing, Alex Ford
yce, Alex Goldman and Karen Malherbe were superb in their roles.
Well done to every one for the entertaining evening we all had.
Isabel Coetsee
KATS' INTERHOUSE PLAY
The Kats Interhouse play was directed and produced by Lauren Beukes an
d was excellently performed. All the girls worked very carefully on pr
oducing Philip Johnson' s comedy, World Without Men, putting in extra
hours after school and on weekends. The girls began to enjoy rehearsal
s thoroughly in the last few days before the actual performance. The m
ost memorable part of the evening was when an unnamed member of the ca
st asked, "So what's the ending?"
Kalinka Andjelopolj received the Best Actress Award, proving how importa
nt a supporting role can be to the overall mood of the play. Camilla Tho
mas certainly deserved an award for her spectacular fall and equally spe
ctacular recovery on stage. Congratulations to all the cast and crew, as
well as to Bears and Lambs for a most enjoyable and successful evening.
Lauren-Ann Beukes
LAMBS' INTERHOUSE PLAY
Not being a dramatist, I took the challenge of directing the Lambs' pla
y for Interhouse Plays, with slight apprehension. The play which was ch
osen was Maria Marten or Murder in the Red Barn by Richard Dennis- a me
lodrama.
The "foolish prating knave lies dead" in the Bears' Houseplay
In limited time span the cast and I worked enthusiastically. There was a
wonderful sense of co-operation in the cast without which the play would
not have been the success it was. Not failing our special Lambs spirit, w
e worked our best and achieved the best: 1st place. We also won the cup f
or best lighting and props.
Directing the Lambs' play was an exciting experience which I shall cheri
sh forever. However, I would like to thank the following for their conti
nued support and spirit: Mrs Westgate (Mummy Lamb), Olivia, Mary and las
t but never least, Lambs House, for your spirit during the performance.
Sara Nigro Matric
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INTERHOUSE NETBALL
Interhouse Netball, held on 21 July, turned out to be an exciting event, f
or even though it is not an official school sport, Lambs and Kats turned o
ut "almost" united in their efforts to prevent the power-hungry Bears from
"winning everything". It was quite unBEARable. All at once the courts bec
ame a kaleidoscope of red, blue and green colour and cheers in support of
the three houses filled the air. Again and again the ball fell through the
ring to squeals of delight or groans of despair, with the final result th
at Kats were the winners in the Senior Section. In the Junior section, Bea
rs were victorious. The Lambs lamented, the Kats capered and I guess, the
Bears just had to grin and bear it.
Claire McFarlane
INTERHOUSE SWIMMING
In all my years at Roedean, the Interhouse Gala of 1993 was the most ex
citing and competitive in which I have participated. Half of Saturday'
s gala was unfortunately rained out and had to be continued the followi
ng Tuesday morning. House spirit was not dampened, however, and Tuesday
's gala continued with some really nail-biting races. By the end of the
gala everyone was sitting on the edges of her chair as Kats, Lambs and
Bears places changed after every race.
Everyone waited expectantly as the final score was read out. First was B
ears, with Kats second and Lambs third, a mere 2 or 3 points behind each
other. Will next year be as close?
Olivia Read Swimming Captain
INTERHOUSE DIVING REPORT
Although the tension and excitement from the Interhigh Gala had subsid
ed, for many the nerves were only beginning. On the morning of the 18t
h March the Interhouse Diving Competition was held.
It was wonderful to see the girls who had never dived in the squad befo
re trying their talents. A great effort was made by both divers and spe
ctators to make the event exciting and fun! Bears triumphed overall wit
h Kats coming a close second and finally Lambs! The U15 section was won
by Amanda Kay (Kats), the U16
section by Belinda Ford (Bears) and open by Camilla Thomas (Kats).
Well done everyone!
Camilla Thomas Diving Captain
INTERHOUSE SQUASH
This year's Interhouse squash event was dominated by Kats house who wo
n both the senior and junior sections. But these victories did not com
e easily as Lambs and Bears were very worthy opponents.
All participants and supporters were enthusiastic. Although the girls we
nt on the court to win for their various houses, they showed great sport
smanship amongst themselves.
Next year we look forward to an even tougher competition amongst the girl
s as the level of squash that is now being played is of a very high stand
ard.
Nandi Tshabalala
INTERHOUSE DEBATING
Once again the rival houses entered the arena, but this time it was not a
test of physical strength or endurance but a test of intelligence and li
nguistic skill. The orators took the stage bravely, (despite the sweating
palms and the shaking knees) and delivered their speeches with a finesse
and confidence which even they did not know they possessed. The topics w
ere:-Bears vs. Lambs - "It is respectable to have no illusions safe, and
profitable and dull."
Lambs vs. Kats - "A fleeting thought is worth pursuing."
Kats vs. Bears - The first thing education teaches you is to walk alone."
Once open to the floor, the debates raged more fiercely than ever - each
house determined to annihilate the other. It was therefore, with a sigh
of relief that the respective head of house closed the floor debate and
allowed the proceedings to continue. Much humour, wit, cynicism, sarcas
m and even antagonism surfaced, but Julia Bryns was not assassinated in
the senate and at the end of the day it was Kats who walked off with the
laurel wreath.
Claire McFarlane.
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Mltulsic Scene 199
Roedean Music Department has had a most interesting 90th year - not leas
t because the Hersov building projects necessitated our being shifted to
various locations in the school for our many and varied activities. Dur
ing the second term our musicians could be heard practising, rehearsing
and performing almost everywhere, which must have made life interesting
for everyone in general! The music staff comprises eleven teachers and,
with the acquisition of five new pianos, we are now firmly settled in ou
r beautiful brand-new and renovated Music Block which is, as the Matric
Music examiner remarked, "turning into a real mini-Conservatoire"!
1993 has been an exciting year for our music pupils in many other ways t
oo. They have participated in so â– many concerts, examinations, orches
tras, competitions and the like, both within the school and externally,
that one tends to lose count. Concerts were held at the end of each term
, with the general standard climbing ever higher. The Juniors have had a
particularly active year, with two special concerts - one held at the L
inder Auditorium in March, and a Junior Musical Evening in September whi
ch took place in addition to the usual daytime concerts. Even Grade 0 ha
s joined us now, with a member of the music staff taking over music acti
vities and concerts for the first time.
Mrs Coutts-Trotter has thoroughly enjoyed teaching the Grade Os on a mo
re formal basis this year
We also had a superbly successful Matric Recital in early October, in pre
paration for Yukari Imanaga, Tomoko Kashiwagi and Julie Sander's final pr
actical examination ten days later - at which all three girls achieved Di
stinctions.
Julie Sander's remarkable singing talents will be sorely missed next year
Many of our pupils sat for music Grade examinations set and examined by
the external boards of Unisa, the Royal Schools of Music and Trinity Col
lege of Music, and the results on the whole were most pleasing. All our
girls doing Music as a subject in the Senior School played internal prac
tical examinations four times during the year. Their numbers have grown
considerably and we now have twelve girls in Lower Five opting for Subje
ct Music. The number of times they are required to play at school is, we
believe, excellent training in performance and examination skills, as w
ell as in development of self-confidence.
A number of Roedean girls participated in both the Pretoria and Johanne
sburg Music Festivals in May and August respectively. In Pretoria most
of the marks achieved were either A's, A+'s or A++'s, and in Johannesbu
rg we had excellent results too. Two girls really excelled at these fes
tivals - Nanae Hayashida (Lower Four) and Chien-Jung Chen (Upper Five)
both received trophies and bursaries at both festivals. Nanae was named
'Most Outstanding Competitor 12 years and under' and Chien-Jung 'The M
ost Promising All-Round Junior Competitor'. (She was entered in the age
group 14 years and under). Both girls also won awards for the best rec
ital and best concerto in
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their age groups - altogether a most impressive list of achievements.
These two girls also went on to other great musical achievements this
year. Both were selected to perform as piano soloists with the Johanne
sburg Symphony Orchestra at their 'Young Artists' Concerto Festivals'
- Nanae played a Haydn Concerto in June, and Chien-Jung a Shostakovich
Concerto inNovember. Along with Nobuko Kashiwagi (Form One) they also
made recordings at the SABC for broadcast next year.
Nanae Hayashida, Chien-Jung Chen and Yumiko Ito (Middle Five) all compet
ed in major national music competitions in the latter part of this year.
Nanae played in Durbanville at the Sanlam Competition for Primary Schoo
l pupils, playing superbly and reaching the semifinals; and Yumiko and C
hien-Jung played in Port Elizabeth at the Trustbank Competition for High
School pupils. Yumiko reached the second elimination round and Chien-Ju
ng sailed through into the Final (fourth) round - being by far the young
est of the six finalists, and ultimately winning the Category Prize for
piano - a substantial sum of money and a silver medal. This achievement
is truly remarkable and the Roedean Music Department is justifiably prou
d of this supremely talented yet delightful and unassuming young lady!
Chien-Jung Chen did herself and her school proud by being placed in joint
first place at the Trust Bank Competition for high school pupils
Roedean girls have also had some invaluable orchestral experience this
year. We have at present a 'cellist in the National Youth Orchestra (th
is is again Chien-Jung Chen) and also string, brass and woodwind player
s in the Witwatersrand Youth Orchestra. Some girls went on an outing to
hear a lunchtime orchestral concert at Wits University, and also to a
schools' performance given by the London Philharmonic Orchestra. We wer
e also treated to performances at school by the Bishops Junior Orchestr
a and the Michaelhouse Jazz Band, as well as an educational production
by Pedro Espi-Sanchez. The Light Music Club has taken off as one of the
Thursday afternoon activities, with girls learning the skills of impro
visation, among others.
In July we invited Miss Peggy Haddon to Roedean to conduct an afternoon
and evening of Piano Masterclasses with our senior girls, twelve of wh
om were selected to play. This was a most informative, amusing and gene
rally worthwhile and enjoyable experience for all, and we hope to repea
t it in the future. Prof Carl van Wyk. Head of the Wits Music School, d
id us the honour of adjudicating at our Interhouse Music this year - an
d decided that Bears House were again the winners. They are now the und
isputed champions of three years running!
During 1993 the following school awards were made in the field of Music:
Pro Arte Half Colours to Julie Sander, Alexandra Schwarer, Tacita Gie
mre, Tabea Hanni, Daphne Chen and Yumiko Ito.
Pro Arte Full Colours to Tomoko Kashiwagi, Yukari Imanaga and ChienJung Chen.
On a personal note I would like to thank Ms Hanneke van Zeeventer, appo
inted this year as Deputy Head of the Music Department, for all the adm
inistrative help and general support she has given me throughout the ye
ar.
To close this report, I quote Professor Henk Temmingh
- a jury member at the Trustbank Competition (Port Elizabeth) - from his s
peech just before the announcement of the finalists. He was referring to o
ur country South Africa, but I will transfer his words to the context of R
oedean School: A school without music is like a
desert. I am convinced, after hearing what we have here, that in the future
ours will be an oasis."
Beverly-Ann Green Director of Music
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Senior Gioir
Back row: Tamarin Neal, Louise Campbell, Gretha Albertyn, Sarah Lang
han, Tabea Hanni, Tomoko Kashiwagi, Sophie Jaff
Middle row: Beatriz Padilha, Caroline Everett, Adele Goligorsky, Chris
telle Hicklin, Kasia Bate, Alexandra Schwarer, Gwen Morgan, Natalie Ta
mbourlas, Bronwen Wilson
Front row: Mrs Coutts-Trotter, Naomi Uchida, Karen Loxton, Portia Nhl
apo, Julie Sander(Deputy Head), Yukari Imanaga(Head), Mireille Wenger
, Sheona Mitchley
CHOIR REPORT
1993 has been a most exciting and eventful year for the Roedean Choirs.
We have managed to combine a lot of fun with some hard work to bring a
bout excellent results and both choirs have moved from strength to stre
ngth.
In March the Roedean orchestra joined the Senior choir to take part in a
stimulating evening of singing and playing with other choirs at Jeppe G
irls High. The Junior choir performed at the successful Linder concert t
o celebrate our 90th birthday. In June the St John's choir visited Roede
an and we each presented a programme at the concert. The concert was rou
nded off with a combined item.
Both choirs were privileged when Mr John Bertalot, a renowned American
choral conductor, ran a workshop at
Roedean. He inspired us with his enthusiastic lectures and everyone ben
efited greatly from his help and encouragement.
The Junior choirs sang at St Columba's and St George's at Sunday servic
es and their songs added to the beautiful services.
The Senior Choir sang at the Combined Schools' Choir Festival at the Li
nder Auditorium. The Roedean Choir's spirit and exciting repertoire dre
w thunderous applause.
The Junior Choir Festival at St Stithian's in November was a wonderful s
uccess. The mass items where all the choirs sang together were effective
and beautiful.
Both choirs were selected to sing at the Roodepoort Eisteddfod after aud
itioning by cassette. We sang for an
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Junior Olkoir
Fourth row: Aimee Whitcroft, Rowena Hudgson,Amishci Parbhoo, Lianne
Cox, Betsy-Leigh Catton, Hayley Dutton, Dominika Tomaszewska, Sara
h-Jcme Ogle, Tessa Segal, Alexandra Ward, Melissa Cox, Ashleigh Fal
coner, Vicki-Jane Watson
Third row: Nanae Hayashida, Siphesihle Mahlangu, Carta Tapson, Laura
Perton, Oriana Levin, Kate Wilson, Lindiwe Sibiya, Monica Valverde,
Sachelle Ruickbie, Carryn Watson, Amy Ellenbogen, Wendy Rees, Miche
lle Masebenza, Candace Godrich
Second row: Mrs Coutts-Trotter, Emily Middleton, Mandy Wilson, Kathari
ne Kilalea, Vicky Wang, Julia Jansch. Joanna Metcalfe, Susan Aitken, M
arianna Wild, Nila Leigh, Caroline Davidge-Pitts, Taryn Thorpe, Tomoko
Sadoshima, Mrs Martin,
First row: Katherine Revelas, Tarryn Day, Tessa Matthews, Jennifer Da
vidge-Pitts, Cindy Offer, Kgomotso Tlale, Karen-Lee Murtough, Nompilo
Mabena, Erica Trotter, Linda Pheiffer, Roxanne Floquet, Janna Kay, D
anielle O' Callaghan, Anna Wareham
international panel of judges and a large audience in the main Eisteddfod
marquee. This event proved to be a highlight of the year. A number of sc
hools from all over the country participated in the competition. The hard
work and effort paid off when the adjudicators awarded a silver certific
ate to the Junior Choir and a bronze certificate to the Senior Choir.
Our singing at school functions included Foundation Day, Speech Day,
Communion Services and Combined Assemblies. The year ends with the Se
nior Carol Service at St George's and the Junior Carol Service at St
John's.
Our thanks go to Mrs Coutts-Trotter, our enthusiastic choir mistress an
d to Mrs Martin who accompanied us.
Julie Sander and Yukari Imanaga
Mrs Coutts-Trotter and the Junior School choir achieved <>ood results at
the Eisteddfod in spite of water pouring down on them from the roof
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Back Row: Miss B Botha, Lynn Johnson, Tagita Giemre, Anastasia Douca
kis, Tomoko Kashiwagi, Alexandra Kane, Louisa van Tonder, Kasia Bate
, Julie Sander, Alexandra Schwarer, Chien-Jung Chen, Mrs van der Nes
t.
Middle Row: Mrs S Turner, Mrs S lvanovic, Amanda Kay, Tammy Liu,
Daphne Chen, Lucy Butler, Anagha Mahagaonkar, Candice Jones, Wend
y Wu, Gwen Morgan, Simphiwe Skosana, Mrs Z Martin.
Front Row: Mrs E Coutts-Trotter, Miss B Green, Naomi Uchida, Minako It
oh, Jennifer Dickson, Harriet Moore, Yukari Imanaga, Yumiko Itoh, Miss
van Zeeventer, Miss Joseph.
Back row: Lucy Butler, Harriet Moore, Amanda Kay.
Front row: Sheona Mitchley, Candice Jones, Simphiwe Skosana. Miss H
van Zeeventer.
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Back row: Miss B Botha, Karen Godrich, Tabea Hanni, Kim Kershaw, Har
riet Crawford, Jacqueline Kane. Front row: Susan Woodhead, Harriet M
oore, Lisa Osborn, Chiu-Jung Chen.
Quintet
Miss B Botha, Chiu-Jung Chen, Sarah iMnghan, Tagita Giemre, Yumiko I
toh.
ROEDEAN ENSEMBLE
With the wide assortment of instruments in the Music Department, it has b
een possible to form various groups of instrumentalists. There is the flu
te ensemble with a membership of nine flautists. After the music camp at
Michaelhouse, the Jazz Flute Ensemble was formed. There is also a recorde
r group, a clarinet quartet and a wind trio and a quintet which consists
of players of the flute, oboe, clarinet, french horn and cello.
Miss B. Botha
Carl Orffs aim in music education is to sensitize the children to the el
emental nature of music as a personal, communicative and expressive vehi
cle. This approach has allowed every pupil to build musical concepts and
skills while involving them actively in movement, speech, rhythm, singi
ng and improvisation. This has opened up a new world of experience for b
oth the teacher and the pupil.
Many of the girls have been influenced by the Orff approach to music and
have now started piano lessons. The general enthusiasm at these classes
is overwhelming. We had an exciting informal concert at the end of the
first term and will conclude the year with a Christmas concert.
Miss D Joseph and Mrs T van der Nest
The nine flautists and Miss Botha provided delightful melodies at the Edw
ardian Picnic
ROEDEAN JUNIOR SCHOOL ENSEMBLE
The junior ensemble was started at the beginning of this year. At prese
nt it consists of a small group of pupils who play recorder, percussion
and violin. The ensemble has performed at a combined assembly, the Jun
ior Musical Evening and the concert held by the Diocesan College (Bisho
ps) Band at Roedean. We hope that with the introduction of more orchest
ral instruments the ensemble will grow in numbers and will become a per
manent activity at the school.
Miss H van Zeeventer
ORFF CLUB
The Orff classes were first introduced to the Lower Junior girls during
the third term of 1992. The Orff Club has grown in number since last yea
r. We have also purchased a whole new range of instruments this year. Fo
ur classes are held three times a week after school.
Miss Joseph and Mrs van der Nest enjoying an Orff Club Class with a gro
up of enthusiastic Junior School pupils
ROEDEAN ORCHESTRA
Since its inception at the beginning of 1992, the orchestra has grown s
teadily and now consists of almost all the instruments needed for a sta
ndard orchestra. We have worked very hard this year and have performed
at numerous occasions such as a combined choir/orchestra concert at Jep
pe High School for Girls, the 90th Birthday Fair, Speech Day, combined
orchestra's evening with St John's College and St Mary's School, the Se
nior Carol Service and all the musical evenings. Our aim for next year
is to grow in numbers and to develop an even better standard of playing.
Miss H van Zeeventer
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Tlie Orchestra
Back row: Simphiwe Skosana, Chiao-pin Cheng, Taqita Giemre, Sarah
Langhan, Kim Kershaw, Tabea Hanni, Susan Woodhead, Daphne Chen.
Second row: Naomi Uchida, Sheona Mitchley, Tomoko Kashiwagi (head),
Nicola Kalk, Harriet Moore, Candice Jones, Yukari Imanaga.
Front row: Miss H van Zeeventer, Minako Itoh, Christelle Hicklin, Gretha
Albertyn, Yumiko Itoh, Annette Hanni.
Miss Peggy Haddon has a public piano lesson with Tomoko Kashiwagi. All
the pupils who participated in this event learnt a great deal as did th
e audience who observed Miss Haddon in action.
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%«» Lovely notes emanated from the Orchestra on Speech Day
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Players in Provincial Sports Teams
Back row: Angela Grgin (squash), Kirsten Falconer (squash), Deborah W
hite (hockey), Melanie Thorp (squash), Regina Neoh (squash).
Second row: Daphne Erasmus (squash), Eloise Malan (squash), Natalie H
apgood (squash), Sally-Anne Jones (squash), Donna Spencer (squash), K
erith Nel (squash), Virginia Quiding (squash), Penelope Jarvis (squas
h).
Front row: Christina Tsilimigras (squash), Anna Szymonowicz (squash)
Khavuta Mbatsana (hockey), Marta Pan (synchronized swimming), Caroli
ne Edey (squash), Philippa Nel (squash), Natasha Doody-Pestell (squa
sh).
SWIMMING REPORT
Diving into a pool at 6.30am three times a week is not many people's ide
a of fun. However for the swimming squad it only seemed to get us into a
mood for winning and grinning, leaving us feeling cool and invigorated
every morning. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, everyone was there, enthusi
astically training for the year's major swimming event - Interhigh 1993.
Our coach, Miss Descoins, was a miracle, always ready with a kind word,
a little push and a smile for everyone. Her excellent training techniq
ues obviously benefited us, j udging from our improved performances. A
special thanks goes to Deborah White, my vice captain who helped me thr
ough my ups and downs and was always a great support. The day of Interh
igh finally arrived. A brilliant team was cheered on by our fantastic c
heerleaders, led by Tanya Wood, who inspired and encouraged
Roedean's Swimming Captain, Olivia Read, completes a race triumphantl
y
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HPiwimmmg leam
Back row: Louisa van Tonder, Jennifer Croll, Toni Clarke, Sirpa Gunn
, Leigh-Anne McGown, Isabel Coetsee, Nicola Lawrence, Claire McFarla
ne, Ashlesha Mahagaonkar, Tabea Hanni.
Third row: Anagha Mahagaonkar, Zo'e Cutland, Karen Rankin, Kerith Nel,
Sarah Christianson, Kathryn Wessels, Sally-Anne Jones, Shelley Biddul
ph, Giselle Walker, Kate Dabrowski, Marta Pan, Jelena Andrin.
Second row: Caroline Man, Amanda Kay, Philippa Nel, Gwen Morgan, Lean
ne Prodehl, Melissa Kalil, Harriet Moore, Rebecca Patterson, Heather
McCulloch, Christina Tsilimigras.
Front row: Deborah White (vice-captain), Miss B Descoins, Olivia Read (c
aptain).
our highly spirited school. In the end we were, thanks to our outstanding
divers, placed fifth, better than anyone had expected. Well done!
It was a great honour to lead such a wonderful team. All the best for th
e 1994 swimming team and captain. Go for gold, Roedean, and never forget
that you are the best.
Olivia Read Swimming Captain
DIVING REPORT
Grunts, groans and early morning wake-up calls were the catch words of t
his diving season, but all the training and hard work paid off and the 1
993 diving team was able to reach amazing heights!
The season saw the arrival of our new coach, Sandy Grey, whose dedicati
on and brilliant diving skills gave our team the spirit and enthusiasm
it needed to excel in the competition. She set a high standard which ch
allenged the squad and led to great success. We also saw a number of ne
w talentedyoung divers emerging. I am confident that they will enable t
he team to enjoy much success in the future.
My many thanks and special congratulations go to the girls who dived at
the Interhigh Competition. It was their outstanding performance which en
abled Roedean to come fifth in the overall competition and qualify once
again for the A league.
Camilla Thomas Diving Captain
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Back Row: Sharon O'Ehley, Heather McCulloch, Lieze Norval. Front Row
: Toni Clarke, Camilla Thomas (Captain), Amanda Kay.
First Hockey Team
Back Row: Nandi Tshahalala, Kate Dabrowski, Kerith Nel, Mrs K Roberts
, Toni Clarke, Natalie Hapgoocl, Khavuta Mbatsana.
Front Row: Salma Ganchi, Mary Wareham, Deborah White, Olivia Read,
Alexandra Goldman, Julia Bruyns.
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Second Hockey Team
Back Row: Samantha Spyron, Angela Grgin, Nicola Durrant, Leigh-Anne
McGown, Melanie Thorp, Sarah Stacey, Sally-Anne Jones, Shelley Biddu
lph.
Front Row: Lisa Church, Donna Spencer, Regina Neoh, Tanya Wood, Am
anda Willcox, Patience Khoza, Camilla Thomas, Mrs K Roberts.
HOCKEY REPORT
Under the coaching of Mrs Karen Roberts, whose hockey skills did not on
ly impress us but the Springbok selectors as well, the 1993 Roedean Hoc
key Teams gained both in physical skills and spirit. It was through her
encouragment, dedication and threats of crosscountry marathons that th
e teams came together by the end of the season. We thank her for showin
g us how incredibly fulfilling hockey can be.
Although our scores were not always brilliant, the girls worked hard to
better their performance. Congratulations are due to Khavuta Mbatsana an
d Deborah White for being chosen to represent Transvaal. It was also ver
y inspiring to be able to play against international teams like Argentin
a's Florida Day High School and Bulawayo Girls' College. Well done every
one on a great season!
Mrs Roberts: "The score wasn't that bad girls!"
Deborah White Captain
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Back row: Shirley Smith, Francis Rogan, Nicola Durrant, Toni Clarke, Me
lanie Thorp, Angela Grgin, Shelley Biddulph.
Middle Row: Mrs K Roberts, Natalie Hapgood, Zoe Cutland, Donna Spenc
er, Tanya Thorp, Sally-Anne Jones, Lisa Church.
Front Row: Kerith Nel, Olivia Read, Mary Wareham, Deborah White, Sa
lma Ganchi, Khavuta Mbatsana.
TENNIS REPORT
The 1993 Roedean Tennis Team is to be congratulated on a very successf
ul season of admirable playing. The first team, which comprised Salma
Ganchi, Deborah White, Alexandra Goldman, Olivia Read, Daniella Levin
and Kerith Nel lost only two matches and gave of their best for every
match.
The other teams also performed very well and next year I hope that Roede
an will show every other school in the league how to play exceptional te
nnis.
Good luck for the season ahead! With Mrs Roberts' and Mrs Locke's coachi
ng you are sure to achieve first place in the league.
Deborah White Tennis Captain
SQUASH REPORT
1993 has been yet another successful year for squash. Winning six out of
our nine leagues and being runners up in the other three was a clear indi
cation of the girls' hard work and determination. In the winter season th
e
U19A team showed the boys a thing or two by being runners up in their l
eague.
During the August holidays Eloise Malan, Kerith Nel, Nandi Tshabalala,
Natalie Hapgood, Sally-Anne Jones and Angela Grgin represented Transv
aal in the top Schools' Tournament held at Pietermaritzburg in which w
e managed to secure sixth place. Although our positioning was not what
we expected, the competition was tough and the girls displayed good s
portsmanship throughout the tournament.
Well done to all the girls chosen for interprovincial teams. You have broug
ht pride not only to yourselves, but to the school as well.
All these achievements are because of our fantastic coach Mrs Taylor wh
o always has encouraging words for all players.
May 1994 be just as successful as 1993!
Nandi Tshabalala Squash Captain
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First Tennis Team
Back Row: Kerith Nel, Daniella Levin.
Front Row: Olivia Read, Salma Ganchi, Deborah White, Alexandra Gold
man.
quad!
Senior Tennis S
Back row: Sally-Anne Jones, Melanie Thorp, Julie Sander, Francis Rog
an, Deborah White, Maria Nakios, Ashlesha Mahagaonkar, Olivia Read,
Claire McFarlane, Maura Aguirre, Theresa Rogan, Alexandra Goldman Mi
ddle row: Julia Bruyns, Mary Wareham, Amanda Willcox, Eloise Malan,
Kerith Nel, Angela Grgin, Elizabeth Wallis, Lavinia Maiwashe, Donna
Spencer,Helene Nicolopulos,
Front row: Mrs K Roberts, Paula Makwea, Natasha Doody-Pestell, Saman
tha Sing, Andrijana Buljanovic, Salma Ganchi, Khavuta Mbatsana, Virg
inia Quiding, Caroline Edey, Caroline Man, Mrs Locke
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Back row: Lavinia Maiwashe, Elizabeth Wallis, Julie Sander, Alexandra
Kane, Deborah White, Melanie Thorp, Donna Spencer, Eloise Malan.
Front row: Tebogo Mogale, Verity Kriegler, Kerith Nel, Nandi Tshabala
la, Alexandra Goldman, Sally-Anne Jones, Mary Wareham, Salma Ganchi.
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R
lean
Cares.
OUTREACH REPORT
The Roedean Outreach Programme falls into various categories:
Academic Enrichment of Pupils
The programme focuses on the following subjects: Mathematics,
Physical Science, Biology and English. We try not to focus on syllabus w
ork but rather concentrate on enrichment sessions with an emphasis on th
e basic skills required to master the subject. Forthis reason our work i
s done with the younger standards.
English enrichment is done at Std 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7 level. The Std
1 group at Bophelo Impilo work twice a week with the Workbooks in the
Primary English series. This group also attends computer lessons twice
a week at Roedean followed by swimming lessons. The Std 3, 4 and 5 clas
ses are given one hour reading sessions per week. The children are give
n copies of reading material appropriate to their level and are encoura
ged to read aloud and enjoy the stories through dramatisation. The mate
rial is not part of their syllabus. The Bophelo Impilo librarian has re
ported a marked increase in the children's interest in reading. The pup
ils from Bophelo Impilo and Witkoppen work on the READ English enrichme
nt programme which concentrates on reading, writing and comprehension skills. Their respective t
eachers have commented on their growing vocabulary and confidence in sp
eaking English. Roedean also provides various stationery requirements f
or the children such as pencils, crayons, rubbers and sharpeners.
Our Saturday programme focuses on Std 6 and 7 pupils. The English classe
s are held at Bophelo Impilo on Saturday mornings and the tutor concentr
ates on written and spoken English. This is not syllabus work and pupils
are encouraged to use their imagination without the threat of a mark at
the end of their essays. The children particularly lack confidence with
spoken English so a lot of our work is oral work through the medium of
role playing. We have also had to concentrate on elementary grammar skil
ls. Roedean also provides videos and materials relating to the children'
s setworks. We are involved with the setting and marking of the English
examinations for this level at the end of the year.
There are no laboratory facilities at Bophelo Impilo so much of the Sci
ence done on Saturday mornings is simple experiment work with the tutor
s providing worksheets for the pupils to complete during the week. Roed
ean provides the equipment which is transported to Bophelo Impilo each
Saturday. The Mathematics and Biology sessions with the Std 6 and Std 7
pupils covers syllabus work which the pupils request.
There is also a need amongst the Std 10 Mathematics, Science and Engli
sh pupils for supplementary teaching. The Std 10 Mathematics and Scien
ce pupils work at Roedean twice a week with Dr Vieira on a computerize
d programme. A Std 10 Science group from First National College makes
use of Roedean laboratories in the afternoons. We also provide extra t
uition for a Std 10 English group at Bophelo Impilo.
Social Enrichment of Pupils
Pupils of both our Outreach Schools and Roedean have benefited from m
eeting one another on a social level. The children are from diverse c
ultural, environmental and economic backgrounds. An Outreach programm
e
Workbooks n Primary Enpsh
These excited Standard Ones show off their workbooks
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can help to bridge this gap in various ways.
We have held a number of successful "Fun Days" with the Std 6,7 and 8
pupils from various schools. Themes such as friendship and communicati
on were discussed and the children all responded enthusiastically. A g
roup of Ante Matric and Upper V girls have had the opportunity to atte
nd two weekend Conflict Resolution Symposiums at Phuthing School. A nu
mber of schools from the Transvaal and the Orange Free State were repr
esented at these events. The Roedean Upper V girls enjoyed being hoste
d by Bophelo Impilo at a fun day which had the theme"Can we make it to
gether?".
Our annual three day camping weekend at the Abe Bailey Nature Reserve
with the Bophelo Impilo and Phuthing pupils was agreat success. In amo
ngst hiking, canoeing and cooking, we were also able to run a valuable
Conflict Resolution workshop with the groups. We have also arranged a
picnic outing with the Std 2 group from Witkoppen.
Our community drama sessions with Bophelo Impilo and Roedean pupils ar
e great fun. The pupils are able to share ideas and talents around a t
heme of peace and we look forward to performing in Children's Homes an
d Hospitals in November.
The annual visit from St Mark's College also serves to bridge the social
gap between urban and rural children.
The Roedean boarders have been helping with the swimming lessons in su
mmer and joining the Outreach children for hockey and tennis. This inf
ormal socialising has been most rewarding.
Sports and Recreational Enrichment
Many of our Outreach children come from areas where there are few recre
ational outlets for them. Their parents are very eager for them to be o
ccupied over the weekends. We, therefore, offer a sports programme from
1 pm to 3pm on a Saturday at Roedean and the pupils have responded ene
rgetically to this. We have a regular group of thirty-two pupils rangin
g from Std 3 to Std 7 from Bophelo Impilo and a group of sixteen who be
long to a youth group in Soweto. We have swimming lessons, tennis and s
quash coaching, hockey, netball and softball.
Teacher Enrichment
The teachers from Bophelo Impilo attend academic and subject enrichme
nt courses at the Johannesburg College of Education. Roedean pays the
annual subscription and provides funds and transport for these class
es. During the D.E.T. vacations Bophelo Impilo teachers have an oppor
tunity to come to Roedean to observe our teachers and share ideas and
expertise. We have also enjoyed hosting boarding and academic staff
from First National College. The management staff at Bophelo Impilo h
ave also attended management skills workshops through Roedean.
It has been a busy and rewarding year. We look forward to introducing
an Adult Literacy Scheme into our Programme next year.
Miss J. Court Outreach Co-ordinator
Boarders have been helping these visitors to learn the vital skill of swimm
ing.
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Learning to read is such fun...especially when it is "dramatized reading!"
Miss Ironside helps a young student master the computer
Gretha Albertyn learning from the Community Drama Experience
Saturday morning Mathematics classes
Setting off on an exciting trip at the Abe Bailey Reserve
Natalie Hapgood and a new friend decide that "We can make it together"
at a fun day held at Bophelo Impilo
Dr Vieira assists a senior pupil not only with Computer Science but with
Mathematics and Science too.
READ in action at Witkoppen
Miss Court at Witkoppen on Peace Day
49Back Row: Sarah Christianson, Claire Hindmarsh, Nicola Durrant, Al
iya Bauer, Toni Clarke. Natalie Katz, Maura Aguirre, Francis Rogan, Bri
gitte Pool.
Fourth Row: Natalie Whitham, Micha-Rose Emmett, Sally-Anne Jones, S
helley Biddulph, Theresa Rogan, Lindiwe Miti, Sayeh Eshraghi, Anagh
a Mahagaonkar, Mignon de Kock.
Third Row: Cynthia-Leigh Godrich, Adele Goligorsky, Khavuta Mbatsana
, Boipelo Mosaka, Joanne Versluis, Eloise Malan, Leanne Prodehl, Rac
hael Daka, Nancy Godrich
Second Row: Mrs D Gibbs, Ntaoleng Motaung, Eileen Coghlan, Stephanie
Distave-Oppers, Portia Nhlapo, Mireille Wenger. Hazel Holly, Juliet H
oney.
Front Row: Katherine Norman, Nikola Redtenbacher, Patience Khoza, Ka
ren Malherbe, Shirley Smith, Donna Spencer. Karen Godrich.
INTERACT REPORT
October 1992 heralded the promise of great things to come from the Inter
actors of 1993: the newBoard was left with the challenge of keeping Inte
ract on the same incredible level as it had been for the past four years
. A challenge which was daunting, but Karen, Patience, Belinda, Katherin
e, Shirley, and Karen rose to the challenge.
As goes the tradition at Roedean School, the new Board were "thrown in
at the deep end" and told to organise the customary end-of-year braai
. This was extremely successful and an amount of R426 was raised.
At the end of the first term we had to say a sad farewell to Belinda Ford
who was our secretary, but her shoes were filled by Shirley Smith whose
position was ably filled by Donna Spencer.
Patience Khoza (vice-president) and I attended President's Camp where we
elected a new representative for our Central district and learnt a good
deal about running the Club.
Roedean Interact was present at a number of social events held in conjun
ction with Rosebank Convent, St Mary's and St Stithian's Interact clubs.
Needless to say, the club really enjoyed these. Our main project this t
erm
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was supporting the Winterveldt Community Centre which is run by the Sis
ters of Mercy, just north of Pretoria. Heartfelt thanks go to Donna, ou
r community services person, who ensured that everything ran smoothly which is no easy task when dealing with 30 Roedean girls! En route we
arranged to meet some St Stithian's boys who were on a "reconnaissance"
visit to the Centre. We donated a large number of books, encyclopaedia
s, and clothes; the sorting of which took the better part of four after
noons.
The Interact club also showed their commitment to peace by arranging f
or 800 blue ribbons to be donated to the school to be worn on 29 Septe
mber - Roedean's Peace Day. Many thanks go to Natalie Whitham who help
ed organise this donation.
eager to learn the Conflict Resolution skills that the facilitating team shar
ed with us.
The workshops formed a large part of the weekend, and we learned a lot,
but the most interesting and enjoyable part of the Symposium was meeti
ng so many people from so many different walks of life. Firm friendship
s were formed. It was a weekend that will be remembered by all who atte
nded it.
Sarah Christianson and Maura Aguirre Ante Matric
Sally-Anne Jones makes friends with a little chap from Winterveldt. Both
had a good deal to learn from each other
Limbering up on a SA YS Conflict Resolution Weekend
My thanks go to all who supported us this year and especially to the Bo
ard without whom this club would not have achieved the heights it did.
Thank you as well to our Interact "mummy", Mrs Gibbs and Mr Pybus, our
Rotary "daddy". And last but certainly not least, thanks to the members
of Roedean Interact who wholeheartedly supported and contributed where
ver possible.
The best of luck to next year's Board and may they have as much pleasure
in leading the girls of Interact as the Board of 1993 did.
Karen Malherbe President
SOUTH AFRICAN YOUTH SYMPOSIUM
The first weekend of the April holidays, eight Roedean girls accompanie
d by Miss Court arrived at Phuthing School for the South African Youth
Symposium. We did not quite know what to expect but all of us were
S.C.A. REPORT
This year, the S.C.A. has gone from strength to strength. We have grown
in the knowledge and love of God. All of the girls have been enthusiasti
cally involved in various fundraising activities. The proceeds from thes
e events have gone to different charities. Our Scripture Union workers,
Bruce Barker and Kerrigan McCarthy, have been a real help and support to
us and we value their contributions to the meetings.
We have had a variety of guest speakers throughout this year, includin
g Bev Caswell, Mr Fargher and Vernel Leslie. Their words have helped u
s in many situations. The S.C.A. also lead a chapel service at Roedean
which was very successful and challenging. We have had a very good ye
ar and we look forward to an even better one next year.
The S.C.A. Committee
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THE STUDENTS REPRESENTATIVE COUNCIL
This year has run smoothly and successfully as far as charity work is co
ncerned. The emphasis has been not only in raising of money, but also on
the total involvement of each class group whilst supporting a charity.
Each term one girl from each form-class, is elected to be an SRC represen
tative. During the term meetings are held once every three weeks. Here th
e girls are able to voice their opinions and contribute new ideas towards
the student body of Roedean. As well as being objective, the representat
ives involve themselves and their form classes in a specific charity. Onc
e the charity is decided upon, the class will either visit the charity to
make a donation or a member of the charity is invited to an assembly at
school. In this way the girls of Roedean obtain a basic knowledge of vari
ous charities and their functions.
It has been a great pleasure for me to be head of the SRC this year! Th
e enthusiasm has been overwhelming! In some cases classes contributed t
o two or more charities! As with every year, the Ante-Matrics have come
out top. They raised approximately R8000 profit, from the Matric Dance
, which was donated to various deserving charities. I would like to tha
nk all the SRC
representatives with whom I have worked this year. Girls, you are absolut
ely fabulous!
Harriet Crawford Deputy Head Girl
PEACE DAY
On Wedneday September 29, Roedean became a sea of blue and white r
ibbons and peace doves as the school made its commitment to peace.
The highlight of the special assembly was the lighting of the large peace
candle which continued to bum brightly and optimistically throughout the
day. At midday every pupil and member of staff gathered to hold hands, m
aking circles, one within the other, symbolizing unity and continuity. Ha
nds held aloft, we offered a minute's silence and prayers for our land an
d the victims of violence.
If that moment of silence, so genuinely and gravely upheld, could find a p
lace in the hearts of all South Africans in these violent times, we would
be more than halfway towards finding the peaceful solution we are all sear
ching for. If the unity and warmth we felt that day could radiate out and
fall on the faces of our people, we would be a glowing nation, capable of
anything -together.
Claire McFarlane Ante Matric
The Roedean Peace Assembly, led by the Upper IVs, was moving and
memorable
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THE MASKED BALL HELD TO CELEBRATE 90 EVENTFUL YEARS
Mask award the prize for the best mask
Mr and Mrs Somerville - Alison Somerville is an Old Girl who served on t
he Board for a number of years
Mr and Mrs Jaff - Mrs Jaff removed her yashmak in order for us to identi
fy her as the PTA chairman
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Winston Floquet was formerly a Board member and Wendy played a large pa
rt in creating the ambience at the ball with her exquisite decorating t
alents
Mr and Mrs Wallis enjoying the sense of community spirit at the splendid
ball
Mr and Mrs Trotter - Jo Trotter was a highly organized, creative and chee
rful Ball Convenor
Dr and Dr Davidge-Pitts cut an elegant pair at the Ball
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MATTY READ MEMORIAL SPEECH
Mrs Nelson, Mr Joubert, friends and guests, and fellow Roedeanians.
I'm simply delighted to be here. Thank you for asking for me to speak on
behalf of my family - Matty Read's family.
If you read the plaque, you will see that Matty died in 1991. She was bo
m in 1910. So she was 81. What a long, long life! And how very long ago
it seems, 1910. Why, that was the olden days!
Yes, Matty began her life in the olden days. She grew up in a house just
over that hill, and when she was a little girl there was no such thing
as a car. Her mother, whose name was Lily, wore long, beautiful dresses,
and huge hats, and they used to pay calls on people, in a carriage draw
n by a horse called Tommy. When they went uphill, the children had to ge
t out and walk, or Tommy would get tired and stop.
Matty and her sister came to Roedean in 1924.
Those were the days of the Founders, Theresa Lawrence, and Margaret Earl
e, and I have pictures of Matty in those long-sleeved djibbahs they wore
then, and the lovely embroidered ones they had for the evenings. Matty
had fantastic hair - a huge thick plait, long enough to sit on. But shor
t hair was the fashion, so her wonderful plait was soon cut off.
Matty was not very academic. But Theresa Lawrence described her as "int
elligent, hard working and conscientious, and possessed of very good ma
nners". Matty did beautiful embroidery. She was also tremendously good
at games. She was captain of tennis, and in the hockey team, and in the
cricket team - at least until one awful day when she got hit by a ball
smack in the face, and this knocked out her front teeth. A kind dentis
t gave her some new teeth - and she went on to become head girl.
She was very tall, with green eyes and a twinkly smile, and the Roedean
book has a photograph of her looking most elegant in a long, slinky dr
ess, wearing her mother's diamonds round her neck - hardly a convention
al picture of a schoolmarm.
After she left school, Matty studied Domestic Science, and then went to t
hat world-famous hospital, the Royal Infirmary, in Edinburgh, in Scotland
, where she trained to be a dietician. Her first job was as food adviser
in a big hospital, and later she became the first "Angela Day" on The Sta
r newspaper.
And then, World War Two broke out, and ever-yone's life was in turmoil.
Most of the men among Matty's friends went off to the war, in North Af
rica, and Italy and Germany, and a great many never came back.
One day after the war Matty found herself at a loose end and with nothi
ng much to do, and one of her old school friends told her that Roedean
needed help. So she came here to help out for a few weeks. And she stay
ed for 20 years!
When she was housemistress of Bears, she had a little suite of rooms in
the bell tower. It was very uncomfortable, and freezing cold, with a sto
ne floor. However, her sitting room was off the big main corridor where
all those bears sit in rows on the shelves- up there. If she were there
now, she could look down and see us all down here - and see the buck - t
he Roedean Roe.
I think she would have loved it. I can even, inside my head, hear her giving
a little laugh of pleasure at it all.
It seemed to my family such a suitable thing to give a buck in her mem
ory. Matty loved nature and wildlife and animals. She took endless pho
tographs and fdms of flowers and scenery and game reserves. And she of
ten went to the Kruger Park in the early days when it was really wild.
Wh^n she retired from the school, she had a dog. He was a white Malte
se named Tuppence, who became quite a well-known photographer's model.
Matty also loved people-- and she loved Roedean. She loved jokes. And she
had lots and lots of friends of all
ages.
Now this is important, for friends are something very special about Roed
ean. Of course lessons are important too. Some lessons you never forget.
I can remember one of my first lessons here when I was five. The excite
ment of getting our first spelling books! The first page had a picture o
f a kettle - drawn by Madam - and the kettle was saying SSS - the sound
of the letter S.
But at a school like Roedean, the things you learn in addition to lessons
are tremendously important. You
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learn about each other. Look around you now, wherever you are - at the gir
l next to you - the girl over there
- she may be in your form, or older, or younger. She may be a special fri
end - or perhaps a friend of the future. You may not know. None of us kno
ws what is going to happen. But good friends share your life - when you a
re busy or bored, happy or sad - and if you're lucky, your friendships ca
n last your whole life long.
Angela Lloyd and Reverend Boyce added to the special memories that t
he Roedean family shares.
Here is an example. Here, sitting up on the terrace, are a whole lot
of people who were Matty's friends. Some she met when she was grown u
p - there are Paddy and Gordon Payne, who were on the boat coming bac
k from
the student days at Edinburgh......and Bunty Nuimy,
who lived through the war in a tent in the desert in North Africa, with M
atty's sister Moog; and the Scholtens, whose daughter was one of Matty's
girls in Bears. And others were girls at Roedean with Matty: Beryl, Barba
ra, Erica. They were once young like you, and I've got pictures of them,
fooling about on this lawn in front of Lambs, wearing djibbahs!
One very special friend is Bee Henning. Matty was Bee's bridesmaid. Rig
ht until Matty died, they used to ring each other up every week or so,
to have a good chat, and a good laugh. Bee has come such a long way to
be here today. Her daughters were at Roedean with me, and her grandson
Carl was a special friend of Matty's, and lodged with her all the years
he was a student at Wits.
These Roedean friendships have been so much part of
my life too. I began in kindergarten with a girl called Jillian. We played and squabbled - our way right
through school, and have been friends forever. She sa
very busy doctor nowadays, but she s come up from Durban to be here.
I want to salute all these people for their marvellous friendship, and tha
nk them for coming today.
My own family is very much a Roedean family. I came here, and then my
sister Bridget. We were not as glorious as Matty, but both managed to
be head of Lambs. Then my daughter Arabella Caccia was head girl in 19
82. And my brother's daughter Alison Read was here for a few years bef
ore going to live in England. Even my son Alexander Caccia counts hims
elf as a sort of old Roedeanian - he used to come across from St John'
s, for art, and Silver's Tea.
And Matty never really left Roedean. She always kept in touch, and the s
chool and the old girls were wonderful in making her feel welcome.
One of the greatest things about a school like this is its surroundings. N
ow, I think that the quality of things you see about you every day has a t
remendously important influence on you. When you are young you are learnin
g all the time - and if every day you look at beautiful things - you end u
p looking at life in a particular way.
Look around you at this beautiful place - buildings and gardens that gre
w slowly and have got that wonderful look things get when they are loved
and cared for. You see an avenue of flowering cherries..a rose garden..
.pictures...sculptures ... a place full of memories. There's the statue
in Kats' courtyard - a memory. A new one arrived the other day - over th
ere in Lambs' courtyard, a memorial to two young Roedean girls who died
in a tragic accident not long ago. And there's the secretary bird - a gi
ft from someone who taught here and loved Roedean. What are they asking
us to remember? Sad things - happy things - people, who were loved, or p
eople who did the loving, or did special things. And they are here becau
se this is a place where memories are treasured - and are part of living.
Now, the buck - this little Roe on her Dean - is more than the school's e
mblem. She's a statue, made by an artist
- someone who has a rare and special gift. She's what we call a Work of A
rt. A good work of art is something that has "Life". It seems to say some
thing to us - to you
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-tome. Hereitis. Butsurely-it'sjustachunkofmetal! Is it? Or is it a live a
nimal? Who is this little Roe looking at? What is she thinking as she stan
ds on those rocks, above the goldfish and the lilies, and above another Ro
e who is her own reflection?
Has she got a secret to tell you? Ah! That's the magic. It's this secret magi
c that artists can give their work. And it moves from the artist - into the w
ork. And it's immortal. It lives for ever. It will always be there-long after
the artist is dead, the magic will still be there, waiting to be discovered.
And so it's my hope this little Roe will have that magic to give...for years
and years, to all the people who look at her.
I want to thank the artist, Maureen Quin, for this - for putting so much of h
erself into this lovely work.
The setting you've built for the buck is really beautiful. It looks so r
ight. I want to thank Neil Duncan, and Anne Lorentz, and Lyn Nelson and
Selwyn and Ben Mouton who designed and built it, and deserve the warmest
congratulations.
Mrs. Nelson, Mr. Joubert...Roedean - Thank you for the wonderful welcome
you have given to the sculpture, and to Matty's memory. My family feels
privileged and greatly blessed, to be part of it all - and something of
us will always remain here with you, and those who follow after you.
Angela Lloyd 10 February 1993
Angela Lloyd with relatives and the sculptor, Maureen Quin, after the unv
eiling of the beautiful statue in memory of Matty Read.
THE EDWARDIAN PICNIC
Monday, 15 March dawned on Roedean girls and staff arriving in what co
uld be called somewhat "old-fash-ioned" apparel. The occasion was the
Edwardian Picnic, apart of the celebrations surrounding Roedean's 90th
Birthday.
The staff and girls of both Senior and Junior School, were dressed, often
exquisitely, in full Edwardian regalia, complete with hats.
A great deal of planning, preparation and organisation went into the oc
casion, with thanks due to Mrs Nelson, Mrs Willcox, Mr Mouton, the Game
s Staff, Mrs Brink and the committee.
The day started off with a synchronised swimming display by Marta Pan. H
er graceful show was followed by the completion of the Interhouse Gala t
hat had been called off because of rain on Foundation Day. After the gal
a, girls and staff descended to the hockey fields to participate in the
Edwardian-style games and activities organized for them by the members o
f staff.
The Senior girls participated in activities such as croquet, cricket, mar
bles, skittles and hopscotch, while the Junior School line-up included ma
ypole dancing, musical jumps, hopscotch, and skittles amongst other delig
htful games. Most important of all for the Juniors was however the dressi
ng up.
The delights of croquet were rekindled amongst the girls and they thoroug
hly enjoyed wielding the mallets.
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All the games were performed in full costume, which was often unwieldy
and cumbersome in games like cricket, but the Edwardian clothing only m
ade the event more enjoyable and entertaining, especially for passing m
otorists.
Everyone had a great deal of fun and at 11 a.m. it was time to indulge in
morning tea; beautifully prepared Edwardian snacks provided by the caterin
g staff, including sandwiches, biscuits, lemon jelly and fruit juice.
The film cameramen wandering around produced a number of would-be star
s and starlets, but the cameras were quickly forgotten as everyone gat
hered around to hear Mrs Nelson speak about the celebration. A few of
the Junior School girls, dressed prettily, making many of the seniors
wonder if they were ever that cute, stepped forwards to take the ribbo
ns hanging from the maypole. What followed was an amazingly skilful an
d dexterous display of maypole dancing, the ribbons weaving together a
nd apart, led by the dancers in intricate and complex steps that must
have been nearly impossible to co-ordinate and to memorise. The audien
ce was duly impressed by this stunning performance.
Sam Spyron and Sarah Stacey hung onto their balloons in case of unexpe
cted take-off.
Finally, Mrs Nelson announced the balloon launch, where every person r
eleased a balloon, emblazoned with the Roedean crest, some attached to
notes from the Junior School. The balloons were released simultaneously at Mrs Nelson's signal, with only a few escaping into the sky befor
e schedule. The sky was tilled with hundreds of green, white and blue bal
loons drifting upwards over the hospital and apparently, bringing some tr
affic to a halt. A couple of days after the Picnic, a farmer in the Easte
rn Trans vaal contacted Mrs Nelson to say that he had found a balloon wit
h a note declaring Roedean's Birthday, in his mieliefield!
The day ended with the cutting of three huge cakes, iced in the Roedean
crest or related designs. The day had been a great success, everyone h
ad had fun and it was a welcome and very different break from the custo
mary school day.
Lauren Beukes Matric
THE PICNIC:
A JUNIOR'S VIEW
On Tuesday, the 16th June, it was Roedean's 90th birthday and on that da
y it was the Edwardian picnic. It was the most beautiful sunny day and e
very girl in the school of Roedean was dressed in Edwardian clothes. The
clothes were beautiful dresses with Edwardian colours and Edwardian pat
terns on them. We started the day by doing a tinsy winsy little bit of w
ork and, of course, I LOVED the sound of that. After our work we started
playing THE GAMES like Blind Man's Buff, Pin-the-Tail and Musical Bumps
. After all of those games the girls lined up. Everybody was so fabulous
ly excited and I really mean fabulously excited. They were excited about
the box of sweets they were going to get. When they had eaten them ever
ybody stopped because they heard Mrs Kruger's loud voice saying, "Come o
n, girls, line up its time to go." At last we came to the hockey fields.
We all walked up to the mothers and got a box. On the box it said, "Hap
py 90th birthday Roedean." I was so, so excited. A few of my friends and
I found a rug to sit on. We sat down and opened our boxes. We saw the g
oodies we'd imagined and ate them up in a jiffy. After that Mrs Nelson,
the big boss, gave a long speech and then she rang a bell. Everybody had
a balloon which they let go. We all looked up and saw the balloons floa
ting away high up in the sky. I started crying because I thought boo hoo
hoo I will never see this beautiful sight again in my life. But soon I
dried my eyes. What a wonderful day we had!
Kelly Fulton Form I
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iber was glorious in every way.
From the Hall of Horrors to Roedean Memorabilia; from tombolas and fis
hing ponds to Marianne Fassler's Fashion Show and Chinese dancing; fro
m glass blowing and puppet shows to Harley Davidsons and bike rides th
ere was fun for old and young at Roedean's wonderful Ninetieth Birthda
y Fair!
ROSA ROEDEAN
When we chose Rosa Roedean to mark our 90th birthday, we did not want
to get "just another rose", we wanted a rose that was unusual - someth
ing completely different and very special, a symbolic rose combining t
he past, present and future. We found this in the new American rose wh
ich combines the pink and white bicolour of the ancient Rosa Gallica,
but bred with the shaping of the most modern of roses. What's more, no
two blooms on any bush are ever the same as indeed no two Roedean gir
ls are ever the same. Each rose is unique.
The green and bronze foliage is strong and vigorous and like American ros
es generally, thrives in our South African climatic conditions. The highl
y floriferous bushes produce long lasting flowers that are camellia shape
d and are borne on both individual and candelabra stems. The substance of
the petals is firm, curling slightly whilst unfolding, and, when open, h
old their petals like wings.
The new Honours Boards in Founders' are a source of much discussion ab
out those who played a part in our past history. They are a 90th birth
day present from the SAORA
"The Queen was in the garden, A-smelling of a rose.
She started for to pick one,
To please her royal nose;
When up speaks the gardener: "You can't have none of those."
Mrs Thomas gave the Junior School an exquisite and elegant fountain for
the courtyard
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"Oh! Bully Bottom! "I see a voice." "Show me thy chink
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"Aye in the temple in the town, you do me mischief." "ROAR!"
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e bed."
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"Improvise for goodness sake... you'll have to on the night if that happen
s!" "Who's taking the bed back to Freer?"
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FOUNDATION DAY
Foundation Day dawned and what a glorious day it was. The events for the
day were organized differently this year as it was the special Ninetieth
Birthday Year. Both the Old girls and the school decorated and prepared F
ounders' Hall for this wonderful and traditional celebration . The cuttin
g of the cake and the spirited singing of all our traditional school song
s made the day all the more memorable.
Mrs Priscilla Graham from the Old Roedeanian Association in the Unite
d Kingdom attended our Foundation Day. Her warmth and kindness added
to making the day special as did her presentation to the School of an
Acer palmatum dissectum on behalf of ORA.
Mrs Jenny Adair, Mrs Priscilla Graham and Mrs Nelson with the special
Acer palmatum donated to the school by the ORA in Brighton
The Old Girls were awarded the Theodora Caldwell trophy yet again and we
often wonder when there will be a break in that tradition.
Possibly the oldest girl to attend was Mrs Barbara Bladen, from the clas
s of 1929, but the thirties were well represented by Jo Gear, Nina Moir,
Beryl Thompson and Patricia Ord, whose mother, Cecily Holliday, was a c
ontempory of "Molly" and "Madge" who were two of the giants of old. Mrs
Holliday's granddaughter, Lucy, is now in Lower V, making up the fourth
generation in their family to attend Roedean.
Roedean's ninetieth birthday cake was particularly beautiful this year an
d was cut, according to tradition, by Mrs Nelson and Mrs Adair
We were honoured that Mrs Dawn Haggie, an old girl, could come and talk t
o us on behalf of the Old Girls. She is a soroptomist, very well-known be
cause of her contribution to African-Self help. She is adistinguished lad
y in our community. We thoroughly enjoyed all she had to say about Roedea
n life, or survival, in the earlier years.
Many of the Old Girls couldn't believe how different the school looked f
rom the way it was in their day. It was so "modern," yet managed to keep
the "traditional architecture". Many of them were just as excited as we
are about the new building projects for this year. I was immensely awar
e of the continuing sense of unity between the old and present Roedeanians.
What little we had of the Interhouse gala, was great fun and the spirit
was unbelievable, but because of rain it had to be continued on Tuesday
morning. The gala proved to be the most exciting and unpredictable compe
tition I have ever attended, as the position of the Houses changed after
each race.
The divers are all to be congratulated. Every year the standard is improv
ing, resulting in a very exciting competition. Bears House won the Interh
ouse diving.
I am honoured to be Head Girl of the best school in South Africa, but to be
it on the School' s 90th B irthday is an added privilege.
Samantha Spyron Headgirl
The silver frames and fragile roses, our gifted treasury, Are eclipsed by
what we will have always: the memory.
(With sincerest apologies to William Yeats "The Wild Swans At Coole")
Lauren-Ann Beukes Matric
Mrs Thomas and Mrs Graham share a happy moment on Foundation Day
ROEDEAN MATRIC DANCE
The girls are in their spring beauty The young men in their young attire,
Beneath the glowing lights and gauze
They dance until they tire
The room around them mystic to sight,
Magic is the ruler of this night.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures Adorned in dresses from Dio
r to Mom,
Dancing in an array of swirling colours
With partners ranging from Jason and Kimon to Tom,
In a landscape of beauteous scenery
With fairies, crystal wings and moonlit greenery.
Two twin castles with graceful spires raised,
Stood proud on tapestries at the glass door Through which waitresses in
top hats Weaved deftly 'tween tables on the floor,
Serving drinks and exquisite cuisine And dessert not intended to keep us
lean.
The music was loud and fast But also the soft, romantic and slow.
"The Silhouettes" bedazzled and enchanted all With melodies both sweet
and low.
Their music was an entertainment unexpected And by not one was it una
ccepted.
For some this was their first dance,
For others it was their last,
But all are caught, all are Spellbound In a night that should never have p
assed.
WAITRESSES' REPORT
Butterflies controlled each one of us as we scurried around in tiny black
sacs and large tophats. The Ante-Matrics looked like expectant mothers,
fervently hoping their hard work would pay off. The last minute preparati
ons complete, we impatiently awaited the Matrics.
All eyes were on the couples who poured into an exquisitely decorated Fou
nders' Hall and what a sight met our eyes! Ponytails and djibbahs cast as
ide, our Matric class was a dazzling array of elegant forms covered in ve
lvets, satins and taffetas. Each attractive girl confidently clutched her
date's arm, giving warning glares to the waitresses as we led them to th
eir seats.
Following Fedics' VERY express instructions, we served the couples their
meals. Many of us weren't enamoured with the idea of serving our senior
s, but the friendly smiles and helpful encouragement definitely made our
job worthwhile.
After dinner, the real dance began. The highlight of our evening was our
very own dance when the scrumptious dates asked us to dance. We left at o
ur curfew harbouring a little envy, but each of us couldn't wait until ne
xt year when we can give this gift to our Antes.
Angela Grgin Upper V
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MATRICULATION TALKS
Antarctica was most fascinating to research Talking about how to dress
for success Raptors of Southern Africa soared into our lives Internat
ional involvement of R.S. A was discussed Communication is always most
important Unusual revelations on Human Anatomy and Growth Left Brain/
Right Brain was so illuminating Amusing smiles on Orthodontistry To pr
actise Self Defence is necessary Invaluable information on External Be
auty Oh! How much we learnt on Mating Mysteries!
Non material values were philosophised Tackling the problem of Evolut
ion Advantages of Single Sex Education were explored Literature and i
ts relevance was defined Kalahari Hunter Gatherers introduced us to B
ushmen Stress Management was deeply discussed 1 University - Wits, Na
tal, Rhodes, UCT 9 College - Technikon, Birnam, Kelly Greenoaks 9 Bro
adcasting, Motivation, Archaeology 3 Rape, Sexual Pressure, Human Res
ources
Mrs D.E. Gibbs School Counsellor
Mrs Schoultz gave a scintillating and valuable talk on self defence.
JUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT
During the first term ten of the AM girls were chosen to participate in
the Junior Achievement programme. This is a programme run for the Std 9
and Std 10 boys and girls from many different schools. It is a ten week
course
in which the chosen participants are put into a company situation and
have to run and possibly make a success of that company. There are the
same high-ranking positions as a normal company with a number of empl
oyees under them.
In your mini-company, which is initially sponsored by an outside compan
y such as Standard Bank, you have to make, market and sell a particular
product after which the company is liquidated. There is also a team of
four advisors from the sponsoring company who help and guide you.
The Junior Achievement programme is an excellent way of showing young p
eople of today what it is like to be in a company situation. It teaches
you that every employee has a purpose and that without people working
as a unit, no progress or goals can be achieved.
Junior Achievement is a wonderful learning experience, not only from th
e business perspective but because it gives young people a chance to wi
den their horizons.
Nikola Redtenbacher Ante Matric
CHEERLEADING
After many breaks and lunches spent yelling and screaming, many hours o
f fastening ribbons onto boaters and laboriously writing warcries onto
cardboard, the morning oflnter-high dawned. The Roedean girls all looke
d fantastic and we soon drowned Kingsmead's and Parktown's warcries wit
h our thundering yells. The combined effort of the excitement ensured a
day of fun and hoarse voices.
Perhaps the two things that highlighted our weeks as cheerleaders were t
he incredible support, energy and dedication that every girl displayed (
especially our very rowdy group of Ante Matrics!)
The swimmers' breakfast the day before the gala was characterized by muc
h shouting, joking and, naturally, eating.
The 1993 cheerleading sessions certainly brought much excitement and spi
rit to the school. Thank you and keep up the spirit!
Tanya Wood Matric
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OlieerleadL
Back row: Tanya Wood, Julie Sander, Gudrun Lake, Kalinka Andjelopolj,
Amanda Willcox.
Front row: Salma Ganchi, Jacqueline Kane, Verity Kriegler, Tebogo Mog
ale. Absent:Maria Nakios
Roedean Out and Atomf
EDUTRAIN
An incredible learning experience, a journey not only through South Afric
a but also through yourself too, and an inspiration and hope are the only
ways to describe Edutrain.
We were all astounded that sixty standard nine's from sixty different back
grounds, a multiple of cultures, races and political beliefs could come to
gether and work together as a team. At first this diversity proved to be a
difficulty, but we soon learnt to respect other cultures, without expecti
ng others to conform to our beliefs. Edutrain exposed us to ideas and envi
ronments that we, in our protected worlds, had never come into contact wit
h before.
Although we travelled on different routes, we all learnt the same basic s
kills and concepts. We were educated in the true sense of the word; we we
re not 'taught what
to think, but the facilitators rather tried to 'draw out' from our own exper
iences, ideas and beliefs to formulate possible ideas and solutions for the
future of South Africa.
We visited factories, schools. Government offices, and informal settlem
ents and saw the vast differences between urban and rural development i
n our country. We participated in discussions on economics, politics an
d people development. (It is amazing what you can come up with when you
have to!) However, the trip was not all work and no play. We also visi
ted the Kruger National Park and enjoyed a day at the beach and a Durba
n boat-ride.
It was certainly a shock to leave the train, feeling as if one could conq
uer the world, and then meeting the pessimism which many South African pe
ople feel today,
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but one was still left with the wonderful realisation that a small part of the
youth is still hopeful.
Perhaps even more wonderful than this, is the fact that we all entered the
train alone, but walked away with fifty-nine friends.
Sarah Christianson Shelley Biddulph Leigh-Anne McGown
After that we visited the Zoo. Here we spent an interesting and informat
ive two hours. Upon asking where the polar bears were, we were disappoin
ted to hear "Op die dieretuin in Johannesburg" - much to the amusement o
f the keeper. After seeing more than enough lions, elephants, tortoises,
giraffes, cheetahs, springbok, camels, parrots, tapirs, chimpanzees, vu
ltures, we sought out the nearest kiosk. Throwing all ideas of diets to
the wind, we spent every cent we had.
Exhausted and hot, but nonetheless happy and informed, we returned to
Roedean.
Claire McFarlane Ante Matric
Ready to face the new and exciting South Africa: Sarah Christianson,
Leigh-Anne McGown and Shelley Biddulph
ANTE MATRIC BIOLOGY FIELD TRIP
On Thursday 15 July, an excited group of Ante Matric Biologists set out o
n a long-awaited field-trip. Our destination was Pretoria and with our lu
nch and notebooks, we piled into the bus.
Our first port of call was the Transvaal Natural History Museum. There,
we explored the vast halls and display cases of preserved birds and mamm
als, frantically writing down Latin biological names and drawing lop-sid
ed diagrams of the various specimens. We took great delight in pressing
the numerous buttons as displays lit up and various bird calls could be
heard and explained.
All too soon it was time to move on to the reptile and aquarium park. We
were disappointed to see that the upkeep of the aquarium had been serio
usly neglected, due to lack of funds. Identification plates were faded o
r missing and many specimens were cramped together in one tank. The same
applied to the reptile park which had only a few creatures in it.
The aspiring Ante Matric zoologists
TRACKERS
The Upper V class went on a lovely and memorable trip to Trackers in th
e Eastern Transvaal in February.
We left early on Sunday morning, 21 February, and got ready for a long bu
s trip. It included a lot of singing and an endless and frustrating searc
h for the perfect reception to listen to the cricket match between South
Africa and Pakistan. When we eventually arrived, we were told we would go
swimming in the Blyde River. It was sweltering and the suggestion was re
ceived with delight....until we were told it was miles away. When we even
tually reached the river, we realised that the long trek by foot was wort
h it. We had a wonderful time
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in the rapids and everyone had a thoroughly enjoyable swim.
The next day we were divided into groups. Every group had to do some k
ind of work during the trip. Some people went abseiling and managed to
come back in one piece.
That afternoon we left for the Blyde River Canyon. We reached it quite lat
e and had a great time swimming in the river and swinging around on ropes
like primitive apes and hurtling into the water. Some people went abseilin
g as well. The night was supposed to be spent outside....except Mother Nat
ure had other ideas. It rained....boy, did it rain! I shall not go into th
e details of the night spent in a) the stuffy bus, b) the toilets or c) th
e hard, cold, wet floor of the only open hut. It is best not mentioned....
The next morning we visited the beautiful rain-forests in the area. Next
we visited the lovely game reserve, Manyeleti. There we went on night driv
es and one group (of course the one I wasn't in), saw a leopard. We spent
an enjoyable time around the fire and needed our sleep by this time!
The next morning we worked on our tasks, and then we left again to retu
rn to Trackers main camp, where, amongst other things, we watched the d
issection of an impala. We eventually came back on Thursday after reluc
tantly leaving behind new friends. The fact that we were coming back to
school did not add speed to our flight....
Thank you to Mrs Gibbs and Mrs Coutts-Trotter for their guidance and he
lp. Thank you to Dave, John and Howard for your assistance. I am sure w
e all enjoyed the trip thoroughly.
Christelle Hicklin Upper V
Some Upper Vs take what they consider a well deserved rest at Trackers
LOWER V EXCURSION
After a very long and hot ride from school to Ndebushe Wildlife Sanctuar
y every one of us felt in desperate need of a long, cool drink of fresh
water. So upon our arrival we unfortunately, hastily made our way to the
taps. We were not relieved as all the taps were bone dry. After a quick
introduction to our two knowledgable rangers, the troop set off on a lo
ng but educational walk. Along our journey we identified various types o
f dung and spoor and we were lucky enough to get relatively close to a h
erd of wildebeest. We then stopped off at a dam and saw five passive hip
pos contentedly basking in the mid-afternoon sun. We were all fascinated
to find a fungus living on a tree. The adventurous among us even went a
s far as eating sap which I must say was somewhat tasteless! When we ret
urned to camp we were all amazed at the great distance we had covered an
d were rewarded with a glass of icy cold orange juice. Everyone, feeling
quite exhausted from our energetic walk, collapsed onto the grass until
we felt fit enough to face cooking our food on the fire. None of us had
any experience in cooking our own meat but to our surprise it turned ou
t quite delicious. For the last hour we all entertained ourselves with p
lays, songs and Sheroda's famous Michael Jackson - it left us all on the
brink of tears it was so funny and even the teachers joined in the fun
and activities. Soon the day drew to an end and the tired troopers faced
the journey home!
Caroline Edey Lower V
THE ROEDEAN-HOTCHKISS EXCHANGE
From our sweltering South African summer we arrived at J.F.K. airport i
n America and were welcomed by frozen lakes, a persistent cold wind and
snow! What a contrast! We soon learnt what dressing warmly meant! Our
first snow storm, much to the amusement of others, sent us j umping and
playing in a foot of snow. We were quickly settled into boarding schoo
l ways, even though we had to do all our own laundry, vacuuming and cle
aning. Saturday nights were always fun as the school put on a movie or
a dance. We chose ice-hockey as our winter sport and gritted our teeth
through the wind and bad weather on the outdoor rink, although we would
not have changed it for anything!
The facilities at Hotchkiss are excellent and in some
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cases really unbelievable. It is a co-educational school so there are se
parate dormitories, six for boys and four for girls. Almost every studen
t has his or her own room but there are a few rooms catering for roommat
es. We were fortunate enough to be pul into the nicest girls' dormitorie
s. The rooms are all huge with big windows and beautiful views of the wo
ods. Nicky had a roommate with whom we soon became firm friends and thro
ugh her we learnt much about Hotchkiss, as well as meeting many of our o
ther friends.
The school has a magnificent setting with 520 acres of land which includes
Connecticut's deepest lake. Lake Wonoscopomuc, a nine-hole golf course, t
wo other lakes and our own wood. The sporting facilities include both an i
ndoor and outdoor ice-rink, a track, two football fields, three indoor and
twenty outdoor tennis courts, eight playing fields, one baseball field, t
wo indoor basketball courts, one indoor volleyball court, a circuit, a wei
ghtlifting room, a wrestling room, an indoor swimming pool, four paddle te
nnis courts, five squash courts, five miles of cross-country ski trails, l
ake-front, boathouse and twenty-two sailboats. In the academic field there
are two computer laboratories, a three storey library containing 50,000 v
olumes as well
Nicola Durrant and Shelley Biddulph learnt many things while at Hotchkis
s, including the wonderful game of lacrosse
as extensive microfilm holdings of the New York I imes and other newspap
ers and computers linking the school to other libraries and information
bases throughout the United States. The faculty to student ratio is 8:1.
Every student has his or her own advisor, a faculty member with whom on
e can chat, discuss problems and generally assumes the role of the paren
t.
The classes are small (10-15) and great emphasis is placed on individua
l attention. The academics are of an extremely high standard and many l
ong hours were devoted to homework, tests and projects. It was both int
eresting and fun having boys and girls in the school. There is a wide v
ariety of subjects from which to choose, which meant that in every clas
s we would have different classmates and so we came to know many people
. We thoroughly enjoyed our courses, especially American History, which
meant viewing history from an American point of view. Mr Katzman, the
main teacher in charge of our exchange, took a group of us to Yale Univ
ersity to hear the world renowned violinist, Itzak Perleman, play. He w
as fantastic! Often the school would have speakers coming to give us ta
lks. Among these were Tom Wolfe, author of "Bonfire of the Vanities", a
nd Robin Wright, a New York Times foreign correspondent who has covered
seven major wars as well as many other occasions. Both were incredibly
interesting!
During our vacation we saw a lot of America. Long Winter Weekend took
us to Boston where we explored the city by ourselves, using trams to g
et around. We discovered new dimensions in the Science Museum, took a
tour through the State House, wandered across Boston Common as well as
Harvard University and marvelled at the many historical monuments sca
ttered around the city. Over Spring Break we were invited to a farm in
Colorado for a week by a friend of ours at Hotchkiss. During this tim
e we visited the Rodeo Museum, U.S. Airforce Academy and went skiing f
or two days in the wonderland of Aspen. The following week we flew to
California to stay with Nicky's roommate from Hotchkiss. We did some s
ightseeing along the Monterey Peninsula and spent a day in San Francis
co. In our final week we flew via Los Angeles, Orlando and Tampa and j
oined the lacrosse team in St Petersburg, Florida for a pre-season cam
p. This week we worked our bodies and strained our muscles as never be
fore. (We became used to ten fingertip push-ups and sixty sit-ups a da
y!). We were lucky to find a day on which we could visit the Magic Kin
gdom. Disney world! After three weeks of wonderful vacation we returned to
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Hotchkiss, happy and healthy and pleased to be "home". We had discovered
the hard way that travel organisation, like booking plane tickets, Grey
hound buses, taxis and hotels was not at all as straightforward or easy
as we had thought it to be!
When green lawns and beautiful flowers took the place of snow we were
out on the (very slushy) fields playing lacrosse. We learnt a lot abou
t team spirit and cooperation. We made the second team and our team di
d well, almost winning the New England's league. With practice every d
ay and matches on Wednesdays and Saturdays we did not have time for mu
ch else, but we were fortunate to go to New York, which was only two a
nd a half hours away, to watch a Broadway play, wander through Central
Park, marvel at Grand Central Station, see the breathtaking art at th
e Metropolitan Museum of Art and have supper at Times Square. New York
is certainly the city that never sleeps!
The Spring term was an especially rewarding one in which we saw a whol
e new and wonderful side of Hotchkiss. The lake on which we had skated
, we now swam in. The wood revealed its beauty in full splendour. Ever
y afternoon people were playing golf or frisbee and lazing around in t
he sun. After three months of being inside it seemed as if everyone wa
s renewed and refreshed when the days were warm enough to be outside.
Our friendships with both students and faculty members grew as we were
no longer "new" and we made more and more friends.
One of the highlights of the term was the Centennial Weekend on 8th and
9th of May. On the Friday night there was a speech by our headmaster,
Dr Oden, and then a supper for students and alumni. Symposiums were hel
d on the Saturday and the speakers (all alumni) included many well-know
n American Congressmen, judges, editors and so on. It was all incredibl
y interesting and enlightening. That evening there was a dance with a j
azz band which was great fun. The festivities continued on Sunday with
a chapel service and the presentation of a "time capsule", a box contai
ning Hotchkiss memorabilia typical of 1993 like acap, knife, fork and s
poon from the dining hall, a tape of popular music, the timetable for A
IDS Awareness Day which we had and so on. This box is only to be opened
one hundred years from now!
Our time at Hotchkiss flew by all too fast and although we were looking f
orward to seeing our friends and family, returning to the "white walls of
Roedean" and wearing uniform again (it sounds crazy, but it is true), it
was really hard to say goodbye. We will, however, always have those trea
sured memories of an experience of a lifetime. We would like to thank Mrs
Nelson, Mrs Brink and Hotchkiss for offering us something that we will n
ever be able to repeat and which we will always hold so dear to our heart
s!
Nicola Durrant and Shelley Biddulph
LATIN OLYMPIAD 1993
The Latin Olympiad is held in alternate years only, and only pupils in ma
triculation or ante-matriculation are eligible. A passage from a Latin au
thor is set for study and examined country wide, usually in May. The next
Olympiad will be held in 1995. The prizes are generous
- ranging from colour computers, money prizes allocated to those entering
tertiary studies and book prizes.
This year Roedean entered 6 pupils, 3 of whom were placed in the top 2
5. Standard 9 and 10 pupils write the same examination.
Estelle Dehon and Paula Makwea were placed jointly 20th in the standar
d 10 group. Laura Draudsing was placed 7th in the standard 9 group and
received a book prize.
About 300 pupils were entered from all parts of South Africa. I am pleas
ed that Roedean fared so well and look forward to many more entries in 1
995.
Mrs D.M. Draudsing (Latin Department)
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ENGLISH OLYMPIAD 1993
The examination forthe Anglo-De Beers English Olympiad 1993 was wri
tten by 34 candidates, 30 of whom received the comment "commended"
or "highly commended". Seven candidates were named in the top 100:
Lauren-Ann Beukes, Megan Chan, Sarah Stacey, Victoria Bruce, Fatima
Laher, Daniella Levin and Alexandra Schwarer.
1820 Foundation Eisteddfod: Creative Writing
A number of pieces of creative writing - essays, plays and short stories
were entered in the Creative Writing section of the 1820 Foundation Eiste
ddfod in May. The following certificates were granted:
Gold certificates: Lauren-Ann Beukes (2), Joanne Versluis, Nicola Kalk.
Silver certificates: Tebogo Mogale, Estelle Dehon, Jacqueline Kane, Vic
toria Bruce, Robyn Lister, Catherine Maclay (2), Angela Grgin, Regina N
eoh. Nicola Kalk, Bala Subramanian, Heidi Henning. Bronze certificates:
Tanya Wood, Sophie Ajchen-brenner, Victoria Bruce, Harriet Crawford, L
aura Draudsing, Claire McFarlane, Sarah Christianson, Jillian Lobban, T
aryn Hirsch, Hazel Hoi ly, Catherine Ferreira, Jennifer Croll, Lisa Osb
orn.
Mrs V Moelwyn-Hughes (HOD) English
SCIENCE OLYMPIAD
In this annual competition, conducted throughout the schools of Southe
rn Africa, four Roedean students performed exceptionally well. In the
PWV region Laura Draudsing and Samantha Cox were placed in the first o
ne hundred candidiates, and Leigh-Anne McGown and Francis Rogan in the
first two hundred.
This achievement is especially commendable for Ante Matric students as
the overwhelming majority of winners are matriculants or post-matricula
nts.
Dr L Vieira
MATHS OLYMPIAD
Out of the 15000 pupils, nation wide, who entered the Old Mutual Mathem
atics Olympiad 1993 thefollowing girls were placed in the top twenty pe
rcent:
Yukari Imanaga, Alexandra Fordyce, Tomoko
Kashiwagi, Lavinia Maiwashe, Sara Nigro, Samantha Spyron,BeatrizPad
ilha, EloiseMalan,Chiao-Pin Cheng, BrookEberline,Chien-JungChen, Ha
zel Holly, Chiara Cecchini, Anastasia Doucakis, Nicola Kalk, Marta
Pan, Bala Subramanian, Lisa Toda, Nicole Freitag,Cynthia-Leigh Godr
ich, Clare Matthews, Matshego Nkwe, Susan Woodhead, Gwen Morgan and
Adele Goligorsky.
Chiao-Pin Cheng, Beatriz Padi lha, Lisa Toda and Susan Woodhead are to
be congratulated for qualifying for the second round of the competition
.
Mrs M Dickson
Laura Draudsing, Alexandra Schwarer, Nicola Drake and Megan Dreyer
delighted audiences on Speech Day with their Impromptu Public Speak
ing performance
PUPLIC SPEAKING
Roedean entered the Guild of Speech and Drama Teachers' High Schools' P
uplic Speaking Festival during the first term, and was awarded a cup fo
r the best junior teams, that is for our Lower V, Middle V and Upper V
teams.
During the second term debating teams were entered in the S ACEE Debat
ing League. The first two teams won their debate and the third team ha
d to withdraw . Later in the term the House Debates took place, and we
re adjudicated by Mr D Ricci.
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In the third term Roedean's own puplic speaking evening for Lower V and
Middle V, a senior evening for Upper V and Ante Matric and an Imprompt
u Speaking evening for Middle V, Upper V and Ante Matric were held. The
se were adjudicated by Mrs H de Wet and Mrs L van Zyl. It is pleasing t
o have so many girls showing confidence in an activity which will conti
nue to benefit them after their school days.
Mrs Moelwyn-Hughes
POTTERY
What a busy year it has been for both the student potters and Mrs Ward!
The number of keen potters increased per term to show what a popular c
ultural activity pottery is within the Roedean community.
Pottery has not only played an important role within the Roedean communi
ty but also at the Grahamstown Festival which focused on clay this year.
We were fortunate enough to have our ceramic studio with full facilitie
s advertised in the Craft Art magazine.
To celebrate our 90th birthday in style, Mrs Ward suggested that the Mat
ric class do a ceramic wall-hanging. She ordered wet quarry tile which t
he matric class was very eager to carve. There was much discussion about
the nature of the design.
Being the only art student who does pottery as part of my practicals, I
had the privilege, together with my fellow art classmates, to visit Kim
Sacks' Gallery and to meet the ceramacist who is commonly known as "Vess
el Maker" of stoneware and porcelain.
Inspiring ceramic creations are designed by the girls under the watchful
and discerning eye of Mrs Ward
It has been an eventful term for the potters who tried the Mijolican Supe
r Opaque Glaze. Raku, a special type of glazing and firing was held for a
smaller group this term and was met with great enthusiasm. The pottery y
ear has been filled with exciting activities owing to the creativity and
enthusiasm of our teacher, Mrs Ward. This cultural activity has reached n
ew heights and can only grow from strength to strength.
Ingrid Zenzile Matric
Regina Neoh being creative at the pottery wheel
COMPUTER CLUB
The Computer Club is not only a place for an enormous acquisition of c
omputer knowledge, it is also a place where one can meet different cha
racters - on your screen! For example there is Carmen Sandiego and her
accomplices.
Of course one's mind can work overtime on Word-perfect typing projec
ts and on Newsmaster designing one's own poster or even a personal d
iary. Computers have changed enormously and we have come a long way
with them. The black-and-white screens have become multi-coloured an
d even have sound!
Learning how to operate computers is as easy as learning your ABC. If yo
u get a "difficult" computer who won't comply with instructions there is
always Miss Ironside near at hand and she is always warm and helpful no
matter how serious the problem.
What will the Computer Club be like in the year 2000? It is hard to imagine
it being more fun than it is in 1993
Harriet Moore Lower V
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Oilier exciting annual events oeciarreid
Mrs Rosemarie Kane - the past PTA chairman for two years
Mrs Nicole Jajf - PTA chairman for 1993
Mrs Marie Bruyns and Mrs Jo Trotter welcomed people at the cocktail par
ty for new parents
These fathers render sterling service at the PTA social functions at the b
eginning of the year
Anne Jones and Nicole Jaff with Mrs Nelson in her beautiful Spring gard
en
The Matrics gave their team a drum roll and other musical encouragement
but this grand entrance did not deter the Staff team.
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THE SAD MUSIC OF HUMANITY
I am the darkness within you I am the daemon you love The twisted fay T
he diseased star Sweet malice that tastes of death
I rose with the dawn of eternity. I shall die when the last star falls from
its dreams in the pitiless black vacuum. I am sorrow. I am the final cry of
the last babe as it starves in its dead mother's arms.
My face is forever cast in shadow, hidden, eclipsed from your sight. Yet
you know me, more intimately than you know yourself. I am the lover who
steals your breath while you sleep. I am the shadow-lover that you both
desire and revile.
I offer tranquillity and ice-fire I offer the blank remorse of cold steel The
hatred tapestry A flight on the soft wings of Night
You life is mine, I have drawn you into me. You are caught in my soundle
ss embrace. You are my creature. All I am I see within you, wrapping a l
eprous core, spreading its filigreed black lace, entrapping your soul. Y
ou have named me "Scorpion", "Love", and my "Baby". You do not see that
my sting is your own hand clutching at your throat.
I am the ultimate predator, for I mingle among my prey. You accept me, eve
n as my very touch perverts all that is light within you. My promises bait
you into the torture of pleasure, the ecstasy of pain, until I leave you,
alone and afraid.
I am the lure of fortune I am the loveling of fate Dreams to remember The
Nights to forget I saw you at last revealed
You gave me your mind as a gift once, a gift of love, passion and fear. I re
turned it to you. as I returned your heart. You, not I, will hurt you. You w
ill sacrifice yourself to the madness, and you will do it on your own.
In the end it is you who wears the mask. I am the one true element at this f
arcical feast, this pitiful masquerade, this travesty of life. The day of unveiling is closing andyou will not
be abletohide again. Ialoneam fragile and naked, I alone bear open wounds,
I alone am truly alone, for I alone am the last.
I am the twilight dancer I am the moon's quiet partner Reflections in the
dark Shadowing pure light Your illusion will enshroud me
For centuries I have scorned Time, the Time that scorned me from Her bow
els, while you took your breath from Hers. Eons, decades, millenniums, s
econds, all are one to me now. I have turned from Her because She forgot
me, Her first, most beautiful child. And so shall I be Her last.
You claim I am evil incarnate. Then why do you hold me, swear to never let
me go? I am only a reflection of the evils, the darkness, within you. I a
m nothing without you, for I have no reflections of mine own. Yet when I d
ie, I shall watch you and perhaps I may mourn. I shall still remain, thriv
ing on the blackness you left behind.
You are my liege and my master,
Your hands, with innocence soiled,
The muted Bard
The ballad snared
Your guilt paces only in your mind
Do you revel in the song of corruption? Could you laugh at a child's sc
ream? Does the moon call to you? Do you feel the need to reach beyond o
r are you confined to a mortal goal? Do you see the gates to immortalit
y or do you linger on the carnage before? Do you wake, do you sleep, do
you dream, are you dead?
I followed you on that final evening. You stalked someone, somewhere, as
my sister, Death stalked you. You left my arms for my sister's carrion
kiss, but like me, you are the last of your kind. Perchance I laughed, b
ut it no longer matters now. She stole you away with the sound of her wi
ngs. Do you remember your flights with me?
Now I wait, watching the stars dying over millions of years in this vast e
mptiness, this endless night. When the last child of the inflamed, withers
and falls, I must walk into the dawn's breaking. This is the last dawn of
an eternity that ended. I am the last Immortal, succeeding Death, Hope an
d Time. I could live on in an empty
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universe, witnessing the decay of non-existent borders but I am the last.
And I am alone.
I close my eyes as the sun slinks slowly on its path towards me for this,
the final performance. I am frail and naked, a pale, slender figure in the
black void. All memories, regrets are banished as the pain, the agony, th
e ecstasy rips through me, searing me, destroying me, as I have destroyed
so many. My skin tightens and shrivels and falls away. I shine, pure in th
e blackness, blinding the sun with the white radiance within me, before I
flicker and fall as the sun explodes. Ripples of unbeing and the Universe
is empty at last.
I was the sorrow of evil I was the blood-leech of your hate In darkness dr
owned In the light enthralled I was the vampire I was your sin.
Lauren-Ann Beukes Matric
"Why use a bicycle when I've given you a Ferrari." (Dr L. Vieiria)
THE STILL, SAD MUSIC OF HUMANITY
"The cloud capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe its self,
Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve;
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our
little life is rounded with a sleep."
In writin g The Tempest. William Shakespeare knew of the still, sad musi
c; he possessed the answer in realising man's subconscious knowledge of
his mortality. In Hamlet. Hamlet knows that he must revenge the throne a
nd its corruption- this is his subconscious knowledge of his mortality d
esperately urging him on to rid Denmark of corruption before he dies.
This mortality is a chip of glass embedded in each one of our souls and i
s an incessant reminder that we as humans have been blessed with the gift
of only one life, one life in which to do all we can and to make the mos
t out of what we are doing.
Man's love of life, of the transient moments which flare like shooting st
ars across the deep violet veil over the earth; his endless passion to be
loved and the obsession to be remembered, are all part of the still, yet
interminably sad tune possessed deep in each human's heart.
As a child I had an unlimited power to see the Autumn leaves as golden-b
rown, a bee as a Japanese Kamakazi stinger pilot, an ice-cream as sheer
delight! I had the ability to experience but that thawed so quickly and
changed my black and white vision. Once I had a mind that looked like a
bed of scarlet roses. Now, I sit and reflect...my soul knew why I had to
grow up and yet it did not tell me, oh why did it not warn me? I had to
grow up and face reality: the harsh blow of seeing unthought-of, mind-b
ending incidents, those far from the candy-coated clouds and magical puf
f-ball world where Peter Pan lives.
I grew up, and yes, all too soon the black door of reality was unbolted and
before my eyes there lay two yellow brick roads. One is the road to a happ
y life, the other leads to doom. I think I have chosen the right road,....
at least I hope I have! The answer lies in my mortality.
Frequently before my eyes flit a million black butterflies. Each one has a
sad tune matched to the beats of its delicate wings. They form the still,
sad tune of humanity, the tune with which I am grappling. I feel my child
hood innocence slipping away... all too fast like grains of sand through m
y fingers. To deepen the sorrow there still lies within my gut the subcons
cious knowledge of my mortality!
A black depression surrounds the human race. In our ears throbs the stil
l, sad tune, just a reminder that we can never have what we want. Utopia
is non-existent, love at first sight is a fallacy and innocence is a me
re passing phase. The human soul hums the still, sad tune forever, becau
se beneath the twinkling stars and the effervescent night life outside m
y windows, I know... I know that there is the unknown, man's mortality w
hich can open at any living moment, as quick and unexpected as a shootin
g star.
Harriet Crawford Matric
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"I AM A CHILD WATCHING FROM A CORNER, I AM A CHILD CLINGI
NG TO MY CORNER, I AM A CHILD FEARING TO BE CRUSHED."
I sit alone, detached, watching but not participating. I am afraid and I am
lonely. I seem to be spending my life watching others live their lives...
I am the audience, not the actor. I am alone, untouchable. I ponder and I w
atch, I watch and I wish. I ache to be a part of the performance, and a par
t of the cast, a part of the action...but I am not.
As I watch the players, I see their mistakes and I am afraid of making mis
takes. I see their successes, and I am afraid that I may never be successf
ul. I watch closely, I see all. I see even what the other players do not s
ee. I see into their minds and into their hearts. I know what they want to
hear, and what they are told. I know what they want to say, and what is s
aid. I see the hypocrisy and I see the lies. I see the honesty and I see t
he truths...
I long to join in, but I am paralysed. I am held, stuck fast in my comer a
nd I cannot escape. There is no visible barrier, no ropes, no chains. But
if my fear and my uncertainty were visible, they would be higher than any
wall, and if my insecurity were tangible, it would be stronger and thicker
than any chain.
So here I sit, unnoticed because I make no movement and no sound, and uni
nvolved because I make no effort to involve myself. I am a recluse, a sin
gle, solitary individual who does not fit in - but I cannot even stand up
and leave the room. Am I destined to spend my life alone, sitting in my
corner, watching life but not living it? Who am I and why am I here?
Frustration and desire burn my heart and my throat and my eyes fill with
hot, dry tears. My vision blurs, but I can still see the world -I cannot
turn away and bury my head in my hands. I cannot stop these heavy, sorrow
laden tears from tumbling out of my weary eyes. I want to weep, I want to
cry, I want to shout "Stop! Listen! Help!" But I cannot -1 am mute.
My head throbs, is heavy like stone. If I sit here long
enough, will I turn to stone? Will I be permanently encased in a layer o
f hard, thick, impervious rock? Shut up inside myself with all my burnin
g, fiery emotions and thoughts? Trapped, bottled up like a preserve? Air
tight and suffocating. Forever unable to escape from myself. Doomed to l
ive alone, in the dark, with only myself for company. No hope of ever re
aching out and touching someone...
Gripped by unspeakable panic, my stiff, sore body tenses. I become aware
of myself again. My tears have left stinging trails of hurt down my hur
t cheeks. There is a dull throbbing in my head and in my chest. The floo
r and walls are hard and cold against my hot, flushed body. No, I haven'
t turned to stone - not yet. But the fear has not subsided and the panic
has not died down. There is a new emotion surging up from within - reso
lve, determination and something else, something I cannot define. These
feelings are new to me.
Suddenly I know what I have to do, what I must do before it's too late before I do turn to stone. I must stand up, stretch my aching, cramped mu
scles and take my place in life. Before I miss my Cue-before I miss my ch
ance to live.
Jacqueline Kane Matric
A visual interpretation of the the "Queen Mah" speech in Romeo and Jul
iet by Laura Cameron and Briony Whittaker
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PEOPLE DROWN AND PEOPLE SURF
People drown, I drowned, people surf, I surfed, but now... I never thought
that life would be so challenging, so mysterious, so exciting, so full of
wonders and wisdom. I have always thought that life is what one makes of
it, what one wanted it to be, what one put into it. And now...
The stages of life - before, now and after - are like drowning, surfing a
nd landing. I remember drowning in the world of the giants, the adults of
our planet, slowly reaching up, reaching out and understanding slowly an
d painfully their mythologies, their world unfolding before my eyes. I wa
s the spectator, the only spectator of a suspense movie; until the movie
ended and I was forced to exit, into a new depth of awareness.
At six years old, my life was shattered, or so I thought, when my family,
with no relatives, with no friends, alone, immigrated to the "Land of the
Bush", Africa. Not even knowing the difference between Europe and Africa,
I felt my safety belt break loose and I was left by myself in the middle o
f a desperate, lamenting sea with no hope. To my surprise, South Africa se
emed to my eyes quite a civilised country. A rope was attached to my waist
, my heart healed and I was helped to swim ashore - a difficult, rewarding
trial, full of exciting experiences. I felt proud. I had triumphed. Missi
on complete. I felt like Neil Armstrong landing on the moon, but I was onl
y floating. Now, I was ready to continue on my conquest for life.
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
A few years passed, and I surfed higher and better into the waves of ex
istence. I was always competing to be better, to win for myself, to pro
ve to myself I could and would meet each wave with a new, inspired vita
lity. And the current of perseverance and determination kept me buoyed
up with a new hope. VICTORY!
Some people drown for the moment and some people surf reaching for the
future, never giving up even in times when they feel they are drowning
themselves. They sink deeper and deeper until they are pushed up again,
and reach the surface, only to find that the storm has subsided and al
l is calm within them. I, too, went
through a period of regret and heartache when people dear to me left this
earth. They left me, but not alone, with a gift - growth, appreciation and
acceptance.
As I became older, the world opened up into a life with a different, de
eper meaning and I, too, became an individual, unique to myself and tho
se surrounding me. The more I saw, the easier it became to penetrate in
to the mountain of creation - humanity; time led to belief, belief to o
pinion and opinion to judgment. Was I ready to complete my sea adventur
e and advance slowly through the shallow waters, watery and changeable
to semi-firm soil? One more step and I reached the solid ground. I had
made it! In front of me stood the message of existence: Only as far as
we can see, can we go, only as much as we can dream, can we be.
Sophie Ajchenbrenner Matric
Donna Spencer in action in the Art Room
THE ILLOGICAL STALKER
This is one of those nights - highly disturbed, highly threatening, and
highly uneasy. Each strong gust of wind, each sheet of illumination cl
osely followed by an ominous rumble, has the power to put a mere human
being completely on edge. The awesome might of
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nature easily weakens man until an anxious wretchedness sets in, and ever
y innocent sound is enough to cause a mildly hysterical reaction. This is
not really the time for contemplation, but, in its feeble state, the min
d seems forced into a philosophical frame by the unsettled domain without.
This is when the illogical stalker marks out his territory. The passages
of thought are branded with his footprint, his shadow looms black over ev
ery flight of fancy, his presence pervades every deep meditation. This is
a creature of distortion, endowed with the uncanny ability to twist even
the most harmless thought, moulding it into a terrifying idea, swamping
the mind with ghastly images.
The stalker gives a new, if warped freshness to the cliched "dark and s
tormy night". It gives a new understanding of the genius of a volatile
mind such as that of Edgar Allen Poe, until the hideous pendulum sweep
does not seem to be the vision of a madman any more. A mind racked with
the stalker's gruesome images yields both extremes - brilliance and de
mentia.
I have often been visited by this stalker, and have come to the conclusion
that this is an animal which has built up a resistance to reason. Fear is
not a rational creature. It does the prey no good to hurl sanity at it, t
o try to while away the time of its stalking in lucid level-headedness. Th
e mind is capable of the most extraordinary feats, but vanquishing terror
is not one of its capacities. The human computer is vulnerable to the fear
virus, and no ream of reasoned computing can provide the serum. This is t
he illogical stalker. On nights such as this, he reigns supreme.
Estelle Dehon Matric
O BRAVE NEW WORLD THAT HAS SUCH PEOPLE IN IT
I see black and I see white, I see them mix but I never see grey.
South Africa, Azania, whatever you name it, will always be abundant in nat
ural blessings, and in its people this allure is reflected. South Africa e
choes with the syllables of age-old languages, throbs with a kaleidoscope
of culture and incubates in it a myriad of beautiful people.
As an outsider, I have watched South Africa tentatively grow and change i
n the past few years. I have observed her people and scrutinized their ac
tions as they moulded their future and thus wrote their history.
I remember it plagued by prejudice, segregation and unhappiness. A land wh
ose people had become blinkered and glared angrily through jaundiced eyes.
But realisation eventually crept in and instigated a fight for survival;
for South Africans, in all their forms and with all their partialities, su
bconsciously know that their lives are delicately interwoven and one small
severance in one tiny thread could cause the cloth to tear.
South Africans, guided by the hands of their leaders, have fought brave
ly through a jungle of confrontations, emotional battles and malicious
accusations. They have striven for peace and equality and yet maintaine
d their individuality. The road, however has been uphill and very bumpy
. Massacres, violence and death have become common phenomena and loss a
nd grief the prevailing emotions.
South Africa and her people have navigated the depths of a cold and terrif
ying sea but finally the sun can be felt radiantly through the water. They
can't quite see the sky but the journey is almost over. Like any other co
untry, this will never be a land of complete harmony, but the future looks
encouraging.
It thrilled me recently, after reading another pessimistic article, to see
the New South Africa materialize right before me. Close friends of mine,
a white girl of nineteen and her black boyfriend, were accepted with smile
s instead of disapproving frowns into the hub of a party. I knew then that
South Africa had almost conquered the most powerful and destructive force
on earth - prejudice.
I see a land where the people, while individuals, are striving towards uni
ty: where the hopes are varied, but all for the good of South Africa, and
where the people are different colours, but all proud to be South Africans.
I have found South Africans worthy. Among their faults are: hope, stamina,
empathy and patriotism. South Africa, their world, is destined for succes
s because no South African will ever forget his fight for survival.
Tanya Wood Matric
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Mrs West gate on a recent Geography field trip: "GRRROWL.. is this a par
tial eclipse?"
INTHE MIDNIGHT HOUR I HEARD A SAD SONG
As I wandered in the fields of my dreams, through those hours where all
consciousness and reason are wiped away or ripped asunder, I heard a sad
song. This is a place where darkness and light are one and the midnight
hour dawns grey. The light comes as if someone has switched it on, elec
trically, and goes out as the bulb fuses and dies, electrically. The fie
ld is grey gravel and amongst the stones are small faces.
The grey faces of children, chi ldren that this world once knew and loved
. They lived in this same field, in another world. They were then yellow
flowers, but now the weeds have taken over, and the small smiling faces l
ook skyward no longer. The little faces cannot see the sun. They are stil
l beautiful, but their faces are no longer innocent, but wise. They look
upwards at a world of barren rocks and stones, where nothing lives, excep
t the wind and it carries inanimate objects through the sky, possessions
which in this world are held so dear. All these objects mean nothing to t
he faces amongst the stones. Only the clock, a big brass wall-clock with
Roman numerals, which drifts on the icy blasts of air, has meaning. Milli
ons of clocks fly by, and their faces reflect the grey light into the chi
ldren's eyes. Yet nothing can hurt them now, not even the passage of time
. The hands of the clocks turn at an alarming rate
- spinning so fast until the hands of one fly off and the clocks fall with t
he splintering of glass and the end of another life. Perhaps our time is als
o up; when, we will never know.
We are leaving each other behind us and often, we never say goodbye. The
n, it is too late to love and appreciate and objects become our only com
fort. We long then, to fly with them, above the fields of those other wo
rlds, borne on the icy wind. This wind, too, has the power to destroy, b
ut we must ride on, flying forwards, ever hopeful of that sight, wanting
so desperately to see, just once again that familiar face. Perhaps it i
s a face we knew and loved or loved but never knew through some foolish
and careless act. To catch one brief glimpse of that face and to remembe
r. There is no concept and no comprehension that souls are stolen away f
rom us and hidden beyond the confines of our human minds. Is there reall
y someone to watch over us?
The fields begin to move again... or am I walking? The world moves by lik
e a slurred motion picture with a stretched sound track, sighing. The lig
ht is much dimmer now. It is almost black,almost morning. There are small
trails of gold stardust, shining. These are the souls flying asunder and
apart, rising up above the stones. They move upwards towards a bulb. The
bulb is shining very weakly now and as the last twist of swirling mist p
asses through the glass, there is a sharp click and all the world is pitc
h black. The glass splinters, but there is nothing else. Day has come and
they have gone. Where, we will never know. Perhaps it is better there.
Claire McFarlane Ante Matric
Queen Mab in " her hazelnut shell chariot" visits those in love when the
y are asleep. This interpretation was drawn by Marta Pan, Caroline Bosto
ck and Katherine O'Callaghan of Middle V
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"MAKE CERTAIN YOU SEE WHAT IS THERE ..." (Mann)
"Be aware - don't let yourself be deceived!" But this is advice that cann
ot be taken lightly. We must seriously consider whether we actual ly want
to see what is there, for the naked truth is something that many people
cannot absorb.
In broad terms, this is just a question of conscience and security. Ever
y day we hear and read of the horrors of crime and corruption in the wor
ld, but if we were totally aware of what went on around us, we would pro
bably all lock ourselves away from society and the environment - obsesse
d with phobias of every sort. The same applies to all the tragedies we h
ear about - if we let every starving refugee, every natural disaster vic
tim, every homeless, abandoned child and every abused animal haunt our c
onsciences, the world would be full of suicidal maniacs mournfully procl
aiming how undeserving they are and how guilty they feel.
The super-aware person would surely also tend toward cynicism, for if he
saw through the deceptive masks of the people around him, and indeed, o
f society as a whole, he could not help but take a rather sceptical outl
ook on life.
An unveiling of masks would, in turn, make us more aware of ourselves,
and a revelation of what lies under the blanket of our self-deception w
ould come as a shock to many people.
Such people would likely be of the trendy socialite type. They do all the
things that society has deceived them into believing are fun; they wear
impossible fashions dictated to them by leading designers; and then go to
all the places that have been approved as being "in". So, since they are
now doing all these socially desirable things, our poor, misguided socia
lites tell themselves that they must be enjoying themselves.
But, were they perhaps slightly more aware of their own follies, they woul
d see that the gaiety and joy of the "correct" social life is only a myth
- an illusion created by those who do not live such lives, and one despera
tely fostered by those who believe they do.
So next time you see the slogan: WHAT YOU SEE IS
WHAT YOU GET, pause a moment, for, depending upon the way you look at
it, you may get either more or less than you bargained for!
Laura Draudsing Ante Matric
A SOUL'S DELIVERY
I have often wondered why I was put on this earth. One day I shall no longe
r exist. I shall return to what I once was: dust.
For many years the thought of this has scared me. I remember, from about
the age of six, crying and screaming because I knew that I would one day
die. I would run around the house in a panic. I felt alone and desperate.
The fact was that it was the truth: I was going to die, and nobody could
prevent it. My mother used to try and comfort me but the fear still rema
ined.
Now I am sixteen years old. I have grown up a great deal and have learned t
o live with the fact that one day I shall die. Occasionally I still feel an
xious about it, hopefully, this will soon become a thing of the past.
My friends and I have often talked about the subject. It also upsets many
of them and often results in tears. Some girls fear leaving their family a
nd friends, others fear their friends and family leaving them. It is reass
uring to me to know that I am not alone and that many others also share my
fears.
One of the things that scares me the most about death is the fact that
nobody knows anything about it. Nobody knows what it feels like to die.
Nobody knows who will be there, if anybody, at the end of what is said
to be a long, dark tunnel. Nobody can assure me of what will happen. H
ow do we know there is a Heaven?
For me this has been one of the hardest things to learn to live with in my li
fe. I have learnt to be grateful for what I have - a loving family, a wonderf
ul group of girlfriends and a boyfriend. I have learnt to get on with my life
and not to wait for my death because if I do, I will have missed out on all
the joys of life and it will be too late!
Robyn Lister Ante Matric
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I WISH THAT I COULD HAVE BEEN A LITTLE CHILD ALWAYS
I wish I could have been a little child always.
When I was a child, I dreamt of people in the books, Pictures on the telev
ision,
Far-off lands my mother told me about before she tucked me in.
I wish I could have been a little child always,
When I was a child, dreams filled my head,
As clouds fill the stormy sky.
I wish I could have been a little child always,
When I was a child, I pretended to be All grown-up.
I wish I could have been a little child always,
Because now I am growing up
And reality follows more rules than make-believe.
Now that I am growing up.
The sun shines, the clouds have cleared And math sums and history ex
ams
Lurk in the shadows of my mind.
My mother has sent me off with ticket-stubs and stamped booklets
To discover the far-off lands she'd told me of.
Now that I am growing up,
I wish that I could have been a little child always.
Brook Eberline Ante Matric
THE BLINDS ARE DRAWN
The blinds are drawn, night has come.
The blinds are drawn, day is done.
In the midsummer heat of my room I toss restlessly on my bed. Ensnared i
n twisted sheets I dream....
Fire. Liquid fire eating the earth. Flames contorting as they spew forth
from the body of that ever-seeking monster. It's seen me! It's coming, fa
ster, faster. My legs won't move; I'm being held by the tendrils of a sin
uous, lecherous plant. No, no, save me! He's so close, that demonic appar
ition is almost lapping at my toe-tips. Desperation and fear mingle to cr
eate a lethal concoction. A miracle, in my madness I cry for salvation; i
t comes! Oh, blessed torrential rain. It drenches everything and as I fee
l it cascading over me, I look towards the monster. It's gone! The heaven
ly downpour has conquered that hunter, leaving in its place sodden ground
. The danger is no more.
My eyes flicker open like a blossoming rose to the fingers of the early mo
rning light and I feel the film of perspiration on my body. It was just a
dream, a vicious, black nightmare that wi\s chased away by the sun's rays.
Are dreams just fantastical images that our subconscious minds collect a
nd put in haphazard sequence to scare us witless, or do they grasp a for
m of reality and hold it up to our eyes as a mirror of our innermost emo
tions? At this point my musing is halted. My mother comes to rouse me fr
om my sanctuary; preparation for the day's toil must begin.
The blinds are lifted, morning is here.
The blinds are lifted,
Now that I am growing up,
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dispel all fear.
Can the blinds be lifted?
Can wisdom be mine?
Are the blinds lifted?
Is the dawn near?
My earliest memory is that of my paternal grandmother' s smile and kind
eyes looking at me when I was three years old. From then onwards my coll
ection is vast and ever-expanding - some bad, but the majority good - fo
r that I am eternally grateful. I am warmed at realising that my failure
s are few and my hard-won achievements many; my life is like a palette o
f colours with could have more striking, brilliant hues than dark, melan
choly ones.
The little flame that is me bums bravely now in the encroaching darkness;
may this continue. My choice for life is made; each challenge shall be m
et and the task performed well. I want to be jovial when I reach my last
destination.
While the blinds are drawn fear not the night, the heart is not forlorn whil
e the flame burns bright.
Catherine Maclay Upper V
NO, I'LL NOT, CARRION COMFORT, DESPAIR, NOT FEAST ON THEE
"No, I won't," I think to myself, "Never, I just won't. My will power is str
ong enough." I say to the empty street, to try and convince myself it is tru
e. This time I really was not going to give in, as I had many times before.
"Back," I said, "I do not want you, you horribly delicious feeling. You h
ave encroached on me too many times before, you will never again." Too ma
ny times before have I let this relaxing evil take my emotions on a wild
ride of release.
"Despair! I do not want to be like you, I won't be like you. I want to be h
appy on this glorious morning," I say, hoping Despair would take pity and l
eave. Maybe if I willed myself to think consciously about it, Despair
would realise that there was no juicy heart for him to
feast on.
"Yes, Barbara, I can come," I answered, "My mother said that I could." B
arbara said goodbye and I put the phone down. I was very excited. Barbar
a, my one and only friend had invited me to a party. I really wanted to
go. I was at a new school and I was feeling really lonely as I had not m
et many people. This would be a good place to meet new friends. I wonder
ed about what to wear.
It was then, about an hour later, that disaster struck. My mother had ch
anged her mind, as she often did. I could not go to the party. I was dev
astated. I wanted to say something but my mouth refused to move.
By this time I was back home from my walk. Thinking about it seemed to
have helped. The black Despair seemed to have disappeared but it wasn
't so.
Despair rushed over me in full force and this time I could not withhold. M
y barriers crumbled to dust. I went to the fridge, opened it and took out
the ice-cream carton. Then I joined Despair in a feast. Despair fed on my
emotions while I devoured the last of the ice-cream.
Despair had won, again.
Joanne Versluis Upper V
IF I COULD BE MYSELF
I am in a world from which I cannot escape, where there is only one solu
tion; maturity. Here I live, surrounded by my peers; surrounded by sugge
stions to change my ways. I cannot avoid these meaningful proposals and
yet I abhor them. They don't allow me to have my own thoughts and expres
s my own opinions. I feel trapped and pulled in many different direction
s simultaneously. Confusion has blinded me. I have fallen readily into t
he arms of cowardice. I am a coward; afraid of rejection, afraid of emba
rrassment, insults and disapproval. Effectively I wrap a black cloak aro
und my personality and only expose the fake expression on my face. My cl
oak is worn with expertise. The lies come almost instantly to hide the t
ruth.
To relate my thoughts without hesitation or fear is a revelation. I wish
to unwrap myself from that dark imprisonment and show myself as a real
person, who
will develop in her own way and not be pushed into becoming a pack of o
ther people's wishes. My hidden self aches to emerge and share its smal
l problems, which would, I suppose, appear stupid and dull to the socie
ty around me.
If I could be myself and not fear disapproval from others, if I could take
off my cloak, I would be confident and no longer feel the need to hide. I
could enjoy being myself and might even be accepted for my true self; not
for my black cloak through which no-one can see. I know that it is my cow
ardice that has created this insecurity, that it will eventually untwine i
ts fingers from my heart but I want to feel secure and free now! Oh, if I
could only be myself.
Regina Neoh Upper V
MY COUNTRY, OH, MY COUNTRY
The cry reverberates throughout the land... From every cultural comer; cro
ssing every racial barrier; sounding in the minds, hearts and souls of all
true South Africans;...My country, oh my country..."
Years of oppression and unresolved differences have left their permanen
t and damaging scars on everyone in this land. Everyone struggles to fi
nd common ground and meet in mutual and shared opinion, but after all t
he talking and pretending, it seems we haven't really come so much furt
her than we thought we had. Are we being fooled by the very people we t
rust with our future? Power corrupts, there is no doubt, and with the s
ituation as unstable and unpredictable as it is at the present time, no
body knows whom to tmst.
But there is one issue that can bring South Africans together. That is
simply the deep love and loyalty many feel for the beautiful country we
were born in. Pain echoes through everybody as we see the place of our
birth being tom apart and dissolved into a mass of hatred and destruct
ion. Where do the people who stand in the middle go when the walls come
crashing in? Where is the peace we were promised?
I admit that love for this country differs in every section of the natio
n. The cultural gaps have left us without enough knowledge of what other
people will remember when they think of South Africa. Why not make a co
mpromise? Is a compromise possible? Why not a
"braai" at a soccer match between Kaizer Chiefs and Orlando Pirates? Or
a swig of malt beer at a rugby match?
This idea raises one of the most important ways in which the nation has bee
n limited: Sport. A simple five-letter word that contains a million ideas a
nd emotions. Cricket has been the largest contributor to knocking down the
barriers of separation. Black and White and Asian and Coloured are all unit
ed when the cricket team strides onto the field: Cricket is not a "one cult
ure" sport; it is the passion of an entire nation. It is a link for us to l
atch onto...
And my country? What I feel I know many millions of others must feel too.
An inbuilt devotion to every fibre of South Africa that holds us together.
I can never live anywhere else -1 love South Africa too dearly and I want
to help rebuild the place of my birth. I want to look past the violence,
hatred, murder, distrust and see something to look forward to. Perhaps not
in my generation, but somewhere in the future where today' s children can
be tomorrow's adults and be the adults we wish had been there in the past
. People with true purpose... and understanding... and, above all, a real
love for this beautiful country we live in.
"My country, oh, my country..." One day, perhaps we can be unified. People
and environment forming one dynamic country... Unified in ideals, unified
in belief, and unified in love for each other and for the country... perh
aps...
"South Africa, we love you. Let's show the whole world that we can bring
peace in our land."
Christelle Hicklin Upper V
Chairman of the Board Mr P Joubert said in his address to the school on
Speech Day: " Happy is the pupil whose teacher makes her finish the wo
rk and write an essay from time to time"
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I CANT WAIT FOR REHEARSALS TO BE OVER
"Act four, scene one! Standby, and cue!" These dreaded words resound thr
oughout the night, breaking through the thick mist and icy cold. Frozen
bodies emerge from underneath warm, comforting blankets and arrange thei
r dreary selves, like scatteredjelly-tots, behind tall columns of stainl
ess steel and once luscious ferns.
After months of arranging movements, falling out of trees, flying through
bushes, sliding head first down slides and falling flat into a muddy pond,
rehearsals are nearly over. It has taken a long time and almost every oun
ce of effort, but "the night" is drawing near.
Every night, after I have scrubbed the mud off my body, as I crawl into my h
eavenly comfort for the night I constantly think, "I can't wait for rehearsa
ls to be over!" It can be compared to a little chick waiting to hatch, it ca
n't wait to be freed from all the rough edges of shell as it makes its way o
ut into the world.
As soon as rehearsals are over, we are to perform. The performance is a s
carier thought than rehearsals because there is no, "Cut, try it again!"
merely, "Improvise!!"
Exhausting hut exhilarating rehearsals for A Midsummer
Nieht's Dream were the scene of much hilarity.
The rehearsals have not only been hard work, but also great fun. When Puc
k falls off the swing, or fairies fly into hedges, everyone including the
injured party has a good laugh. But now tension and stress have taken ov
er and everyone is just waiting for their personal timers to go off, so t
hey can explode!
We do not have much time left, and so I think everyone
involved in the play, from director to dog, really wishes rehearsals were o
ver.
But now, if I think about it, it will be quite sad to say goodbye to it all
. Quite an anticlimax after the hurly-burly of rehearsals and performances.
To become just a normal person again, not a magical being or a hilarious c
omedienne. Come to think of it, the little chick, once hatched, spends its
life wishing it could return to the security of the egg. Everyone has learn
ed a great deal from this play, not only acti ng, but how to get along with
others, and if we fail to survive as actors, we can all do very well as fu
rniture removers!
Sarah Rowlands Upper V
MY GRANDMOTHER'S HANDS
My grandmother's hands present a life story of suffering, hard labour, dou
bts and determination captured in two strong, calloused hands: bruised fro
m trying to get the cat out of the tree and full of cuts from fixing the b
roken basin, on her thumb.
As I think back to when I knew her, I can see why her hands were always
hurt, even before my mother was born. They were damaged as she tried t
o establish a new life on a run-down farm, all alone while my grandfath
er was away in Kenya. Tired hands scrubbed milking pails and sterilized
hand gloves when she started her own dairy to earn some extra money. D
etermined hands gave cattle injections, and brought in stray dogs from
the cold in winter. Caring hands cut up an old curtain and fastened it
do wn the middle of the bedroom, so that my mother and her younger sist
er could have their 'own rooms'. Exhausted hands peeled potatoes and ba
ked bread late at night because the children complained about their sch
ool-lunches.
Saddest of all were the courageous hands which wrote dozens of applica
tion forms to go to medical school, and the hopeless hands which opene
d the reply letters, saying that she could not become a doctor, becaus
e she was a woman.
Her strong hands also had to give away her beloved cat because one of th
e children had asthma and couldn't breathe because of allergies from its
fur.
The hands remained strong-willed and determined as they fought agains
t her husband, workers and school
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teachers. Only at the very end, at the age of sixty, when she was slowly
dying of lung cancer caused by the unending smoking in which she indulged
as a release from the life of a second-rate citizen, did her hands look
lifeless. She still managed to stroke the old spaniel up until the day sh
e died.
My grandmother was not a timid farm wife of the nineteenth century. Sh
e was a woman of courage and resentment. My mother learned from her an
d she is not afraid to try new things. I only wish my grandmother live
d now, where she could have had the opportunities she deserved. Her ha
nds would not have had to work so hard.
Heidi Henning Middle V
I AM I
Their disapproval was almost tangible. The cashier visibly recoiled as I
set the cactus on the counter. Such strangeness in one so young was the u
niversal feeling. Being reasonable, I agree that it is not every day that
a fourteen-year-old arrives at supermarkets wearing a kaftan, a motorcyc
le helmet and the writings of Jung.
I am fourteen and I have nothing to prove other than that I am 1. I do not
presume to dictate to others what to do, wear, think, buy, feel. Therefor
e I hope to gain the same respect from others. A naive and unlikely dream
that is! Various areas of society known as "authority" wish to drill into
me the desire to conform. (This drills into me the desire not to conform.)
And people say Totalitarianism is dead! But the Thought-police of our soc
iety have not reached the area inside me that is my being - yet inside the
innermost sea of my mind I am - perfect in the nature of being. There I a
m an individual, judged as such, in neither comparison with others, nor wi
th an ideal.
Others believe that by knowing how I think, they may control what I think
. They compose wise clauses for parents: "Your teenager will be experienc
ing x at y time. To restore x, explain y." Too easily is the well-meaning
adult lost in the labyrinth of the teenage mind. The key to it is as elu
sive and unreasonable as the tail-end of a song. To unlock the door to ou
r inner consciousness, the seeker must not look, but be found.
We, as teenagers, do not think we know everything. We
know that and accept it. But, like adults, we do not appreciate advice whe
n it is thrust on us. Besides, no-one on earth understands everything full
y. We long to be adults - considered, discussed with - or children -cared
for, decisions made for. Instead, we are adolescents, with adult problems,
given childlike orders. We appeal to adults to treat us not as equals, bu
t as thinking, feeling people, with the right to think and voice our thoug
hts, the right to take advice and to decide to use it or not use it, the r
ight to make mistakes and be forgiven: the right to be human - not underst
ood or perfect - but human.
Nicola Kalk Middle V
GORILLA CONCERT
Go walking in the jungle, and you'll hear it soon.
The drumming and the thumping under a bright full moon.
In the centre of the jungle, where the trees grow tall, the Gorillas have a
concert-a general ball.
A grey old boss starts with a note, low.
A shy young soprano trills just for show.
A tenor and an alto join in later on, and the quartet harmonise with their l
ively song.
Next are the teenagers with their youthful approach.
Boogieing with their mascot-a confused cockroach Their jiving and their r
apping their head-banging and jokes, cause quite an uproar with their eld
erly folks.
Then the 20's dancers enter and do their bit with charleston and riviero an
d other out-of-date hits.
The evening ends with music soft and slow
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for it's getting too late for the glamour and show.
The wee hours are near and it's time for bed, time to rest your weary hea
d.
For what is that? the midnight chime, and the concert is overtill next time!
Gwen Morgan Lower V
FRIENDS
What is a friend?" Aristotle defined it as a single soul dwelling in two dif
ferent bodies." The Oxford English Dictionary calls it "People joined togeth
er in mutual benevolence, not ordinarily used for lovers or relatives." They
are divided into three different types: best friends, guest friends and...p
est friends.
It is often said that diamonds are a girl's best friend. This is easily be
lievable. A couple of girls with whom I am acquainted have diamonds in bet
ween their two front teeth, some even have them attached to their fingerna
ils.But diamonds tend not to be terribly good conversation and girls need
a special friend who is superior to all others. This girl has to be there
to keep secrets, share jokes and break news.
The fact that men prefer blondes is a fallacy. In actual fact it is widely
known that a dog is a man's best friend. I find this hard to believe when
I see dogs, lying on their backs, exposing all, with their mouths open, t
ongues hanging out and snoring, looking the picture of intelligence. This
is why boys need a human friend able to survive punch-ups, share tadpoles
and jump out of trees preferably without hurting either ego or mobility.
Friends are taking different forms nowadays they come in the shape of a
user-friendly, lap-top personal computer which can remember everything
and tell you anything right down to the actual day of your fiftieth bi
rthday in the year two thousand and thirty .They are an improvement on
previous models which could only be understood by a scientific genius w
ho knew about DOS and BYTES. Now all you have to know is that Alt, F9,
a couple of ones, some arrows and an enter will enable you to reach som
ething even better. Nothing could be
simpler!
Other types of friends include Friends of the Earth, Friends of the Zoo,
Friends of the National Symphony Orchestra and Friends of the Gallery.
This means that you show your affection by supplementing their income.
To clear all this friendly confusion I think we should follow the advice o
f an ancient Chinese proverb which states "One should not use a hatchet to
remove a fly from a friend's forehead."
Lucy Butler Lower V
SUNRISE
She kneels,
In the darkness of the early morning.
An old woman,
Grieving,
For her old and painful life.
Before the stream she kneels,
The grass and ferns,
Clasping her feet.
In effort and pain she stands,
She heaves herself into a pool,
Hoping,
Hoping that the pure water will wash away her burden. Suddenly darts of
light shoot through the sky,
The Sun rises.
But,
The woman has gone.
Sheona Mitchley Lower V
THE POND
A shimmering mirror before my eyes, a magical land for fins and gills and
beyond the reflection of myself,
I see a pond
a whirlpool of living and being.
Louise Campbell Lower V
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Die Afrikaanse Hoeloe
MATRIEKKLAS 1993
Ek hoop dit sal jul nie hinder
As ek 'n bietjie van die Matrieks skinder.
Olivia se hokkiestok is byderhand
Kruipend oor die verhoog, op soek na 'n vyand.
Van Tasneem het ons gehoor
Sy kan alle mans met haar mooi oe bekoor.
Daar is Julie S. met haar lieflike sang
En Julia B. en Sam wat na Stellenbosch verlang.
Nandi gee 'n lekker lang gaap.
Op 'n bankie gaan sy le en slaap,
Want sy wil 'n sielkundige word Terwyl Ingrid, die prokureur Oor die regspr
aktyk sit en treur.
Moenie vergeet van Isabel,
Haar storie sal ek later vertel.
En daar is die uitgesproke Estelle As 'n uiters bekwame sakevrou Sal dit
haar oor geld nooit berou.
Daar is die besige Muriel en Sophie Vir wie geen werk te veel is nie.
Lady Harriet? Kan julle haar sien So oor twintig jaar?
Pragtig getooi, o so statig en mooi Met 'n kroos van tien.
Sarah sal lank en duidelik debatteer En Vicki sal se: "Ag, ek weet tog mee
r."
Gudrun gee 'n diep sug, krap haar boeke deurmekaar En huil: "Hierdie w
erk maak my klaar!"
Tamarin hou daarvan om te filosofeer,
Aan haar idees is daar geen keer.
Met Zaheera weet geeneen raad.
Sy voeg dalk woord by die daad En word regtig 'n ingenieur.
Pas op! Daar kom Kalinka, die Ier.
Haar blou oe blits, want sy is kwaad.
Eendag het arme Kirsten vreeslik gebewe,
Sy het gedink sy moes veg vir haar lewe!
Alex G. wandel rond met 'n droom in haar hart En Mary kreun oor 'n aktri
se se smart.
Alex F. skilder dat die verf so spat.
Debbie le
Met haar hokkiestok, tennisraket en tekkies in die lug Terwyl sy sug en s
ug:
"O my arme rug, my arme rug!"
Lesley draai haar hare in 'n bolla,
Nooit, nee nooit, word sy 'n djolla,
En ernstig en kalm en bedees
het sy vir die TV-kamera gelees en gelees en gelees.
Camilla duik dat die water so spat en skree: "Ek verstaan, ek verstaan!"
(Dit was net voordat sy na Uncle George toe gaan).
Lavinia, Lavinia
Het niemand haar gesienia?
Daar sit sy, rustig agteroor "More is nog 'n dag,hoor!"
Verity frons bekommerd en wil weet
"Het ek alweer die bladsye van die toets vergeet?"
Bongi kyk net reguit na St. Johns,
Niemand sien haar ooit frons.
Paula besluit nou is dit haar kans,
Sy gryp 'n kerel en sy dans en sy dans.
Caroline, Megan en Lauren Is die stilste in die klas.
Salma het nie die rot gesien,
Maar nou loer sy kort-kort in haar tas Of hy nie in haar boeke was.
(Sirpa het geen boeke of tas!)
Met 'n (afwesige) Tanya Wood Wil ek almal nou groet.
Jacqueline gryp verstrooid haar fluit En se: "Tweet-tweet, ons storie is uit.
"
Met groete en liefde van Dee See Ag my hart breek nou in twee,
Mag die "fakkelligte" brand langs jul pad Reguit na die rykste man se hart
.
Mevrou
RUSLAND - VANUIT 'N PERSOONLIKE OOGPUNT
Veni, vidi, vici - het Caesar uitgeroep. Ek het Rusland besoek, baie erva
ar en gesien, maar ek glo nie ek het
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oorwin nie.
SUID-AFRIKA
Voor die tyd is ek en my ma gewaarsku. Ons vriende het gese dat die bietji
e kos wat daar was, feitlik oneetbaar was. Ons het gehoop dat ons 'n bietj
ie sou verslank, maar dit het nie so gewerk nie. In hierdie land kan jy ni
e bestel wat jy wil he nie. Jy moet eet wat jy kry. Die geregte (waarvan d
aar nie 'n groot verskeidenheid was nie) was altyd of vol suiker, of baie
olierig.
Moskou en St. Petersburg was twee verskillende stede. Toe ons op die M
oskouse lughawe neergestryk het, was my eerste indruk dat dit dolleeg
was. By die doeane was 'n klomp deurmekaar mense. Daar was nie rye nie
en 'n polisieman (na wie almal geluister het!) het bevele uitgeskree.
Dit was soos 'n klas met 'n kwaai onderwyseres!
Buitekant was dit al donker en ek het nie geweet dat die donkerte 'n la
ag besoedeling was nie. Die geboue was vuil en die enigste plek in die
hele stad wat skoon was,was die Kremlin en St. Basil op die Rooi Plein.
Ons het beroemde besienswaardighede gesien, maar die mense was die int
eressantste. Een aand het ons in die Metro verdwaal (dis maklik as jy n
ie die taal kan lees nie). 'n Jong vrou was so gaaf om ons na die regte
perron toe te neem. Sy moes tien minute in die teenoorgestelde rigting
loop om ons te help. Die treine was altyd betyds en ons het die kunswe
rke teen die mure bewonder.
Na twee dae in Moskou was ons op pad na St. Petersburg toe. Dit was vre
eslik koud, maar gelukkig was daar geen besoedeling nie en die lug was
helderblou. St. Petersburg is op die oewers van die ander kant van die
hoofstraat, Nyersky Prospekt en dis een van die grootste strate wat ek
nog nooit gesien het. Toe ons eendag 'n entjie gaan wandel het, was ons
uitgeput.
Die groot kunsmuseums is in St. Petersburg gelee. Die beroemdste is di
e Hermatage. Ek en my ma het vyf ure lank ons verkyk aan die prag en p
raal. Twee ure lank het ons net na die moderne kunswerke gekyk. Dis se
kerlik een van die beste versamelings ter wereld.
In een van die mooiste katedrale, St. Isaac, was daar enorme kolomme en
van bo af was daar 'n asemrowende uitsig oor die stad. Die mooiste fot
o in my besit is van die ondergaande son se weerkaatsing op die Neva-ri
vier. Dit was 'n unieke en interessante besoek.
Sandy Schwarer Ante Matriek
Van kus tot kus, oor berge en vlakte is u skoonheid duidelik.
Elke rots, elke plant en blommetjie is perfek.
Luister na die voels en diere wat u asemrowende lyf vertel; die soekende
liedjie van die wind as dit deur die gras sweef.
Kyk na u kinders in hulle stede, op hul plase.
Kyk na die tradisies van boerewors, rugby en krieket.
Wat van die monumente?
Hulle herinner u aan hulle geskiedenis.
Tafelberg,
Namakwaland,
Durban,
Tuinhuis,
die Voortrekkermonument, die Sudwala- en Kango-grotte en nou ook die V
erlore Stad is pryse wat na u wonderlike verwys.
Vergewe ons, asseblief!
Daar is bloed in die wolke, trane in die strate.
Ons soek vrede, rus, maar kan dit nie vind nie.
Die antwoord le in die kalmte van u boesem.
Wees geduldig, my land, u kinders sal gaandeweg leer.
Dankie.
U krag is 'n voorbeeld vir die hele aarde; vir u kinders.
Seen ons, asseblief, Suid-Afrika met u liefde en skoonheid.
Wat 'n unieke land is u nie!
Catherine Maclay Upper V
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Porte Parole
REALITES
Ma realite etait horrible mais hier soir j'ai vu vraiment la realite.
En plein air, il y a un autre monde et la je suis une autre fille.
La vie est splendide et nous rions tous.
Micha-Rose Emmett Upper V
Gwen Morgan Lower V
A PETITS PAS L'AUTOMNE S'APPROCHE
C'est tout tres soudain que je decouvre le changement des environs, mais e
ncore 1'evolution est si douce. Les couleurs, l'eclat et la vivacite d'ete
ont disparu. Plutot, tout est peint en rouge" et jaune comme les couleurs
glorieuses du coucher du soleil.
Ensuite j'entends la premiere feuille se detacher, et la seconde, et la tr
oisieme. Elies se detachent doucement comme les petites gouttes de pluie,
et font des sifflements comme le prelude tranquille de l'orchestre. Les br
ises fraiches circulent sur le tapis dore des feuilles, faisant de petites
danses qa et la.
Les feuilles se sont detachees mais el les ne sont pas mortes. Eliesontfi
nileurtravaildel'anneeetmaintenant elles vont voyager au loin avec le ven
t a un royaume ou elles se reposeront calmement. Et les arbres, ils enle
vent leurs manteaux avec leurs seins nus devant 1' hiver froid, et attend
ent la lumiere de la renaissance.
Peu apeu vers la fin de la saison, le soleil devient de plus en plus pal
e. II projete les ombres bleues, legeres et mediocres. La terre est cach
ee sous les brumes. Quand les rosees commencement a geler, en silence de
mort, l'automne, une saison de melancolie, d'amour et de sentiments poe
tiques, prend fin.
Chiaopin Cheng
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ROEDEAN
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Exams at Roedean
New girls at Roedean take quite a white to get used to ait the different tr
aditions that have built up over the 90 years of the schools existence.
In the beginning of each term the bell is rung once for every pupil in the
school. The poor prefects who have to do this end up with very sore arms!
They have to start the bell ringing early in the morning because their ar
e more than 600 girls in the school!
The more commonly used traditions like addressing the teachers as madam
are not seen so much as a tradition but more as a must and this is propa
bly the first thing that you pick up when you arrive.
At the end of each term, when you collect your report you have to go to
the hall to shake hands with the headmistress and the deputy head. This
is to show respect and to say goodbye for the holidays.
/ think that traditions give a school its own different character and chara
cter makes a school interesting. That is probably why / like school so much
!
They came and went along with the stress, tension AND studying in a flas
h! Thank goodness! Examinations are not so bad, provided that you have p
ut the time and effort in preparing for them. I do not mind exams... jus
t the studying which takes along time and lots of concentration! I rathe
r enjoyed my first exams at Roedean, as it was a new experience and a go
od one. The seating was arranged so that all the pupils from Lower v to
Upper v all sat in long lines in alphabetical order, in their forms, in
Founders hall. The day before all the pupils took their desks down from
their form classrooms and put their names on their desks. The one thing
that I did not enjoy was the cold weather and the length of time it took
to get examinations over and done with, but we were allowed to bring a
small blanket for our knees. When they were over it seemed like they had
never even come. But the best thing of all was that we were allowed to
go home early and come to school later than usual.
Many of these exams were very long and even the time allocated was not
enough to complete them. The exams that took the most time to complet
e were Biology and Science [I did not complete them.] I enjoyed writin
g the English exam as it made you think and also because I enjoy writi
ng essays. The actual exams were not as bad as I expected. Exams at Ro
edean were a new experience.
BY: LIEZE NORVAL
Done by; Nicki Van
't Riet LV1
Roedean is the most highly thought of girls school in Africa. The standar
d of education is high and all girls are taught to become independent ind
ividuals. They are also taught to acknowledge others and to be polite and
courteous.
The school has many facilities to offer such as extra languages. The scho
ol has a computer room which is able to accommodate a whole class. A new
sports centre which will enable girls to play sports such as basketball.
A drama centre is one of the newly constructed buildings where girls can
show their talents. The most important factor that results in the high re
sults, is the TEACHERS! The staff of Roedean is large and all teachers ar
e well experienced in their field of study.
All teachers make sure the pupils are well disciplined and all homework i
s completed.
Many activities are available ranging from reading to chocolate-making and
all pupils participate in their activities with enthusiasm.
Even though school will be another hour long all pupils long for their activi
ties.
by Kerry Solomon
rURA]
Judging from the title of this assignment, you will probably have discove
red that I am talking about French Cooking, the activity with culture. Co
oking is a lot of fun, but when your mother makes the family actually eat
your dangerous looking produce, the whole business becomes a different m
atter!
The first two attempts I made at cooking were instructed by Mrs.Brink,
scones and lemon cheese cake. My scones are still in the Deep Freeze, b
est place for them really, and fortunately, my cheese cake was a bit mo
re successful and has been devoured by my family. These two recipes are
far from french, although I'm sure they are present in France.
After these two attempts had been made, Mrs. Rowlands took over and set
our next goal-Chocolate Orange Mousse. Well,every thing went according
to plan until the merciless job of separating eggs loomed before me. A
ll I can say is that I have now invented the first 'CRUNCHY ' Chocolate
Mousse! Our following recipe was that of Chicken a la King. I must say
, this was one of my great successes. We ate it for supper and it was l
ovely!
The latest try at cooking was Quick Shake Apple Tart. The quick shake was
a tall tupperware in which one places the ingredients - eggs, flour, oil
, sugar etc. I am describing this in such detail as dear old Caro Edey fa
iled to close the lid of her tupperware and when she shook it, the
entire contents landed on my head! Why does this sort of thing
only happen to me?
Any how, my tart, which wasn't really a tart, more like a sponge, turned ou
t well. I used pineapple instead of apple.
I made Avocado Dip last week. (Shudder!) It was vile! My mother said she
dropped it, but I knew better, and saw through her feeble excuse! Well, I
've decided to be safe with my cooking (if that's possible) and use the u
nsuccessful products as a form of poison. I could make some money and sel
l it to the F.B.I! For the time being, I think I'll let my mother do the
cooking and put my food to other uses!
By: Scarlett Steer.
These excerpts have been taken from an assignment given to the Lower Fiv
es in one of their Computer lessons with Miss Ironside. The pupils showe
d their creativity, not only with language but with the more technical a
spects of the computer too. They learnt to create and place graphics as
well as learning about different fonts and styles.
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Alexandra Fordyce Matric
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Brigitte Pool Upper Matric
Naomi Uchida Ante Matric
Tomoko Kashiwagi Matric
Mary Wareham
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JUNIOR SCHOOL HEADMISTRESS' REPORT
The year 1983 was my initiation as Headmistress, while 1993 is my swan s
ong. It is an old adage that when one is busy, happy and fulfilled, time
passes swiftly. For me, 20 years on the staff at Roedean have simply fl
own by. In welcoming my successor, Mrs Lorraine Livingstone, currently v
ice-principal of Auckland Park Preparatory School, my wish for her is th
at she will enjoy this wonderful school as much as I have.
Our school activities can be divided into three main categories - academic
, cultural and sporting.
In the first area, our pupils receive an excellent grounding in the Lower
Junior School and move up to develop their talents and skills further, in
the Upper Junior School.
A public speaking event at Bishop Bavin St George's School involved th
ree representatives from Roedean, with Bontle Mokoka, Lower IV, runner
-up in her age group.
The Easter Bonnet Parade by the Lower Juniors was a colourful and quit
e delightful event while Spring Assembly will be remembered as the day
when, instead of the ugly toad being changed into a handsome prince,
the old dragon of the Junior School was crowned as queen of the spring!
We have competed in four sports, namely swimming, netball, tennis and
hockey.
The ability to express themselves fluently in the English language is encou
raged at all levels, with the fruits of the staff and pupils' labours evide
nt in the outstanding results achieved in the South African Council for Eng
lish Education Original Writing Competition.
1 felt proud and somewhat humbled as I sat in the Linder Auditorium at
J.C.E., at the presentation of the awards, and listened to Dominika T
omaszewska's "June Morning on the Beach" and Amy Ellenbogen's "Let Us
Hold Hands", as I watched Roxanne Fordyce and Oriana Levin receive the
ir runner-up certificates and as I gained confirmation that the follow
ing girls had received certificates of merit: Lauren-Leigh Higgs of Fo
rm II, Roxanne Floquet and Naazia Hassan of Form III, Pamela-May Catto
n, Nila Leigh, Farah Moti, Michelle Son and Maxine Wolfowitz of Lower
IV and Lianne Cox, Rose Jesse and Natasha Staples of Upper IV.
Our main cultural event was undoubtedly Mrs Val Lord's Music Festival in
the Linder Auditorium, culminating in a popular and enthusiastically re
ceived staff item "We are the Ma'ams of Roedean".
1993 has seen the formation of a Junior Ensemble which we hope will devel
op into a small orchestra and it was also the first time that our choir c
ompeted in the Roodepoort Eisteddfod, returning triumphantly with a silve
r award. As always, they participated in the J unior Choir Festival at St
Stithian's School, and were invited to sing at S. George's Church in Par
ktown and at St Columba's Church in Parkview.
In swimming, we have enjoyed a good season, with both our A and B team
s combining with the boys of King Edward Preparatory School for league
galas. We participated in an Independent Schools' Gala at Ellis Park,
hosted by St Dunstan's School, Benoni and again in a similar gala hel
d at Roedean.
In the Interhouse Gala, the results were as follows: Winner: Scott (Secon
d - Earle, Third - Lawrence)
Captains: Scott - S. Ruickbie; Earle - S Mayer;
Lawrence - O. Weedon Vice-Captains: Scott - A. Falconer; Earle - L. C
ox Lawrence - S. Schoeman
Winners of the open events:
Breaststroke: Sachelle Ruickbie
Backstroke: Sachelle Ruickbie and Odette
Weedon
Crawl: Sachelle Ruickbie
Butterfly: Sachelle Ruickbie
What a wonderful display of bonnets were seen on Easter Bonnet Day
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Mrs Thomas with the 1993 Swimming Captains: Sachelle Ruickbie. Ode
tte Weedon and Sophie Mayer
Three Earle supporters at the Interhouse Gala
In the Inter-house Netball Tournament, the results
were:
Winner: Earle (Second - Scott, Third - Lawrence ) Captains: Earle - T. Ma
shele; Scott - J. Crawley;
Lawrence - R. Vallabh Vice-Captains: Earle - L. Chamberlin; Scott - A
Falconer; Lawrence - K. Segoe
Our A and B tennis teams have gone from strength to strength with the A
team undefeated this year while the B team lost only one match.
The Interhouse Tennis Tournament has yet to be played. Captains: Earle
- S. Mayer; Lawrence - F. Spence Scott - J. Crawley Vice-Captains: Earl
e - L. Chamberlin; Scott - A.
Ward; Lawrence - S.Schoeman
Hockey has become a very popular sport in the Junior School largely bec
ause of the enthusiasm and excellent coaching of Mrs Margaret Wilson. A
ll our teams have played exceptionally well and in the hockey tour to N
atal, not a match was lost.
The Interhouse Hockey Tournament results were:
Winner: Earle (Second-Scott Third - Lawrence)
Captains: Earle - M.Cox; Scott - A. Ward;
Lawrence - G. Philip Vice-Captains: Earle - S.Mayer; Scott - V.Grulke
Lawrence - R. Vallabh
The curtain-raiser for St. Margaret's Day in mid-June, the mini-marath
on, was run on what must have been the warmest, sunniest day on record
but when I read the following day's newspaper headlines "Frigid Weeke
nd
Guess the name of our House!
Come on Lawrence - swim!
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Forecast", my heart sank and, true to form and to expectations, our sport
s day took place on a typical Scottish winter's (summer's?) day.
That must be the price for having adopted a Scottish queen as the patron
saint of the Junior School.
On a recent visit to my native land, I was amazed to learn that it is 900
years since her death. As I contemplate the accelerated technological ch
ange of recent years, my mind cannot conceive of 9 decades far less 9 cen
turies.
A Marguerite for Madam on a cold and frosty St Margaret's Day
The St Margaret's Day Trophy was won by Earle with Scott second and L
awrence third.
Victrix Ludorum in each Form:
Form I Vanessa Walker Scott
Form II Lara Fredericksz Earle
Lindsay Pike Scott
Form III Linda Pheiffer Scott
Lower IV Mine Norval Earle
Upper IV Sophie Mayer Earle
Captains: Earle-M.Cox;Scott - R. Jesse Lawrence
- S. Schoeman Vice-Captains: Earle - T. Mashele; Scott - Z. Momberg; L
awrence - A. Falconer
In all our sporting activities I am greatly indebted to Miss Louise du Ple
ssis who contributes so much to their success.
Dignes of 1993
Lianne Cox, Melissa Cox, Jenna Crawley, Caroline Davidge-Pitts, Rose J
esse, Emily Middleton, Zoe
Momberg, Deborah Pearce, Sachelle Ruickbie, Sarah Schoeman, Taryn
Thorpe
Sub-Dignes of 1993
Ashleigh Falconer, Oriana Levin, LauraPerton, Gayle Philip, Tessa Sega
l, Nicolette Solomon, Katherine Turner, Liesellevon Vivenot, Odette We
edon, Mandy Wilson.
We have participated in and enjoyed many diverse activities throughout
the year; birthday specials such as our Edwardian picnic and Roedean Fa
ir, annual events such as stays at environmental camps for all pupils f
rom Form II to Upper IV, Maths Olympiads, Science Olympiads and Inter-S
chools Quizzes, and still to come
- nativity plays and carol services.
Each class has raised money for acharity of their choice, hundreds of h
ats have been knitted for the needy and thousands of Easter eggs donate
d to the Witkoppen Clinic.
Junior Day on Saturday 23 October was an outstanding success, a tribute
to the great talent and amount of hard work contributed by everyone in
volved.
The Lower Junior "Old Fashioned Good-bye" brought back happy memories t
o all of us, with the popular songs, beautiful costumes and lively sing
ing and dancing. It was a very happy as well as sad occasion, with many
handkerchiefs visible in Founders' Hall but by watching the happy, che
erful faces of all the pupils on stage, I just managed to keep my emoti
ons under control. When I am an old lady, I shall savour the joy of the
occasion by watching the video which Mr Uwe Jansch very kindly organiz
ed for us.
The Upper Junior "Braw Weather and Dreich Weather" was a very appropria
te theme for a Scot in exile, and the action moved from "Spring Comes t
o the Giant's Garden" by Form II, to "Winter Wonderland" by Form III, t
hen to "Summer Holiday" by Lower IV and finally "It Ain't the Same With
out Rain" by Upper IV.
Although threatening at one stage, the rain stayed off and all our visitors
were able to enjoy a stroll around the lovely grounds before calling in to
see the many displays and exhibitions.
Mrs Val Lord surpassed herself in her re-writing of many of the songs to f
it the occasion, in her directing of all the singing and in the irrepressi
ble way she inspired everyone involved. Thank you, Val.
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Il is always a great joy for me to visit the St Margaret's Block where the
pupils are so physically and vocally affectionate and the staff so warmly
welcoming.
There lies the real power-house of the school where foundations are laid
and characters forged, where children are set on the path to learning. Th
eir day is exciting, stimulating and lots of fun and this is only possibl
e because there is a team of dedicated and innovative teachers committed
to their pupils' development and well-being.
Since moving into the lovely St Margaret's Block in September 1989, muc
h of the responsibility of the day to day running of the Lower Junior D
epartment has been taken off my hands by Mrs Rosemary Kruger. I thank h
er for the superb job which she is doing.
Mrs Paddy Lake has been invaluable in introducing the new problem-solvin
g approach to Mathematics. Tcaching pupils to open their minds and seek
their own solutions to problems in their individual way is the essence o
f this method and I am grateful to Paddy for her work in establishing it
successfully at her own class level as well as promoting its developmen
t at all stages in the Junior School.
Valuable additions to the staff this year have been Mrs Pippa Schou and
Mrs Carolyn Hughes, alias Madam Squirrel and Madam Hedgehog, both Roed
ean Old Girls but not too old to run the Grade O department with enormo
us energy, skill and commitment. Miss Catherine Euijen has taken over t
he Form I class while in the Upper Junior School Mrs Ann Eckhart is now
Lower IV! class teacher and Miss Lisa Jacques in charge of Form II, re
placing Mrs Bride Wade who retired at the end of last year after many y
ears of loyal service to the school. Mrs Karen Rabe took over the Form
III, class from Mrs Jinny Price whose 13 years of outstanding and innov
ative teaching in Form III and Lower IV will be long remembered. Karen
leaves us at the end of the year to await the birth of her first child.
Mrs Penny Dewberry has been recruited to teach computer studies to pup
ils from Form II to Upper IV while Mr Raymond Mfeka is a popular teach
er of Zulu at the same level.
With Mrs Gertie Tobias now in charge of the Remedial Department and Mr
s Tessa Dix and Mrs Sylvia Rubin her back-up team, this essential area
of education is in very capable hands.
Digues
Back Row: Rose Jesse, Melissa Cox, Zoe Momberg, Jenna Crawley, D
eborah Pearce, Sarah Schoeman
Front Row: Emily Middleton, Sachelle Ruickbie, Lianne Cox, Caroline D
avidge-Pitts, Taryn Thorpe, Mrs L Thomas
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To all these new members of staff we extend a warm welcome and hope th
at their stay at Roedean will be a long and happy one.
No Junior School report would be complete without mention being made of
those whose efforts and involvement help in the efficient running of o
ur school -Members of the Board, particularly my husband George whose l
evels of tolerance have known no bounds, Mrs Nelson and the administrat
ive team, Mrs Ward my personal support system, members of the P.T.A., m
y marvellous class mums, parents but most of all, my colleagues. Princi
pal amongst them is Miss Patricia Klosser for 26 years at Roedean unsur
passed in her ability to motivate, stimulate and inspire her pupils, a
wonderfully understanding and supportive vice-head, a loyal and loving f
riend. Thank you Trish.
1993 has been a very busy and demanding year but with so much achieved
, I believe we have a lot about which to be proud.
In the words of one of our founders, Miss Theresa Lawrence "Heads are mor
tal. It is the spirit, the soul of Roedean that must continue".
As my sojourn in this outstanding school comes to an end, I know that it wi
ll continue to flourish and maintain its well-earned position as one of the
premier schools in this country.
Delightful scenes from the dress rehearsal for Junior Day
Swimming
Back Row: Rose Jesse, Sarah Schoeman, Georgina McicPherson.Mine Norv
al, Odette Weedon, Sharlotte Sonnthal, Zoe Momberg, Lieselle von Viv
enot, Alexandra Ward, Victoria Grulke, Danielle Kelly, Deborah Pearc
e, Sophie Mayer
Fourth Row: Carla Tapson, Maxine Wolfowitz, Mandy Wilson, Kirstin Sch
oltz, Lianne Cox, Nicola Thompson, Ashleigh Falconer, Candace Godrich
, Sandra de Oliveira, Viki Watson, Sachelle Ruickbie
Third Row: Mrs Christine Tapson, Lindsay Scholtz, Anja Senekal, Carry
n Watson, Katharine Kilalea, Susan Aitken, Erica Trotter, Monica Valv
erde, Julia Schoeman, Amy Ellenbogen, Emily Middleton, Claudia Cannat
a, Georgina Michelmore
Second Row: Alex McGee, Marina Windsor, Lara Jones, Tarryn Day, Rox
anne Floquet, Tessa Matthews, Sandile Mabena, Megan Louw, Lindsay P
ike, Miss L du Plessis
Front Row: Shehnaaz Akhalwaya, Michelle Britton, Justine Kolling, An
thea Poulos, Genevieve Galassi, Penelope Matthews, Carra Day, Kathry
n Midgley, Kathryn Hendry, Samantha Floquet, Pamela Woodhead.
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SWIMMING
The standard of our swimming has improved as we have extremely hardw
orking A and B teams. As you all know, we swim with the boys of King
Edward Prep. School. They also have a very strong swimming team and
together we are almost unbeatable!
There was never a dull moment at any of our swimming galas. Roedean has
the most enthusiastic team, Miss du Plessis had to come to training ev
ery morning. We all thank her for her patience and enthusiasm. Thank yo
u to the parents for bringing their daughters to school so early.
Odette Weedon Swimming Captain
Mrs Thomas was a very elegant spectator at the Interhouse Gala
Senior Neifcall
Back Row: Deborah Pearce, Leanne Chamberlin, Zoe Momberg, Lisa Pon
, Reeshika Vallabh.
Middle Row: Lianne Cox, Tiisetso Maarohanye, Jenna Crawley, Mine Nor
val, Shaeera Essop, Katlego Segoe Front Row: Siphesihle Mahlangu, Na
nae Hayashida, Sachelle Ruickbie, Ashleigh Falconer, Thembisile Mash
ele,
Candace Godrich, Sonal Gowan, Nompilo Mabena, Miss L. du Plessis
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Junior Netkall
Back Row: Dominique Spinazze, Erica Trotter, Lindiwe Sibiya, Natalie K
ostov, Farah Moti, Sandra de Oliveira, Lesley Scott, Margaux Henning,
Monica Valverde, Julia Schoeman.
Middle Row: Charlotte Buxton, Tarryn Day, Sandile Mabena, Georgina M
ichelmore, Anja Senekal, Evan Lai, Nadia Desai, Taryn Net, Penny Dri
ver, Amy Wilson, Alex McGee
Next Row: Vanessa Walker, Penny Matthews, Carra Day, Genevieve Gala
ssi, Lindsay Taylor
Front Row: Deborah Pienaar, Sarah Kirkland, Shehnaaz Akhalwaya, Laur
a Pereira, Kathryn Midgley, Kathryn
Hendry, Katiso Maarohanye, Ntokozo Kunene, Miss L. du Plessis
NETBALL
The netball season was an enjoyable but a disappointing one. Though ou
r standard of play has improved greatly and we won some matches, we un
fortunately also lost some. The Interhouse Tournament was exciting for
everyone and the matches were all very competitive. Well done to Earl
e for winning the cup, better luck next time to Scott and Lawrence.
Thembisile Mashele UIV Netball Captain
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HOCKEY
We began hockey early this year and with Saturday practices in the first
term. Everyone enjoyed the extra activity in the summer and we learned
many new skills. The extra practices certainly paid off as both the 'A'
and'B' teams have played well this season. The spirit and enthusiasm has
been wonderful.
We have had great support from the parents and the pupils. None of our
successes would have been possible without Mrs Wilson. She has been a
wonderful coach and we have enjoyed her practices. One could say that
she has been the heart and soul of hockey this year.
We lost only one match this season and that was to a mixed team, so it
was not surprising. We went on tour to Durban where we were equally suc
cessful. Durban Girls' College were our friendly hosts. It was a wonder
ful experience and we enjoyed playing hockey.
Lianne Cox
Senior Hockey
Back Row: Katharine Turner, Reeshika Vallabh, Jenna Crawley, Alexan
dra Ward, Zoe Momberg, Sarah-Jane Ogle, Odette Weedon, Deborah Pear
ce, Ashleigh Falconer
Middle Row: Sarah Webber, Sophie Mayer, Victoria Grulke, Gayle Phil
ip, Georgina MacPherson, Melissa Cox, Rose Jesse, Sarah Schoeman, L
ianne Cox
Front Row: Mrs M. Wilson, Nicolene du Toit, Laura Perton, Nicolette So
lomon, Sachelle Ruickbie, Mandy Wilson, Oriana Levin, Taryn Thorpe, Em
ily Middleton
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Back Row: Julia Windsor, Viki Watson, Claudia Bleyenheuft, Sandra de
Oliveira, Rowena Hudgson, Mine Norval, Tiisetso Maarohanye, Candace
Godrich, Monica Valverde, Kirstin Scholtz, Natasha Bhemnarayan, Les
ley Scott
Third Row: Katharine Kilalea, Kerryn Gordon, Anneka van Nieuwenhuiz
en, Roxanne Fordyce, Julia Schoeman, Amy Ellenbogen, Michelle Masbe
nza, Lindiwe Sibiya, Margaux Henning, Carryn Watson, Tammany Speiss
, Carla Tapson, Caroline Whittle,
Second Row: Taryn Nel, Kgomotso Tlale, Nadia Desai, Joanna Metcalfe,
Victoria Mendelsohn, Kameshni Naidoo, Siphesihle Mahlangu, Maxie Er
asmus, Alicia Camarta, Evan Lai, Nompilo Mabena, Miss L. du Plessis
Front Row: Zahra Surtee, Jacquie Spanjaard, Marguerite Gautschi, Ro
xanne Floquet, Amy Wilson, Sharon Neoh, Janna Kay, Tracy Spanjaard,
Tessa Matthews, Tarryn Day, Anna Wareham, Anja Senekal
JLemms
Back Row: Victoria Grulke, Alexandra Ward, Jenna Crawley, Leanne Ch
amberlin, Sarah-Jane Ogle, Hayley Dutton, Odette Weedon, Sophie May
er
Front Row: Nadia Desai, Mandy Wilson, Lianne Cox, Sarah Schoeman, F
aradane Spence, Julia Schoeman, Taryn Thorpe, Miss L.du Plessis
uinior Scliool Literary CoiifnlLuifioiis
TRAVEL IN AFRICA
Walking along that familiar road,
Carrying a heavy, cumbersome load.
A poor and disadvantaged Ethiopian boy,
Life for him holds little joy.
My stomach is grumbling, my throat is dry.
My feet have gone numb, I wish I could cry.
Even the cattle and goats lie down to die.
The clouds that used to carry the rain,
I look - but I search in vain.
O God, please put an end to all this pain.
Sophie Mayer Upper IV
JUNE MORNING ON THE BEACH
emerged. Before he went away, Monet turned the easel around to show the
sea her portrait. In a roar, the model showed her approval.
Dominika L. Tomaszewska Upper IV
(This essay was a winnerin the Senior Section of the S.A.C.E.E.Original
Writing Competition.)
In France, June is one of the hottest months of the year, yet in the rem
ote province of Bretagne, the atmosphere stays the same, regardless of s
easons. Coastal Bretagne is especially uninviting. The wind pierces thro
ugh you and the icy feeling stays with you. The grey clouds are like a m
arred reflection of the sea below them. The sea is temperamental - no ma
ster has ever taught it.
On this particular morning it seemed as though the sea had been accumul
ating energy for months and it erupted with force, like a volcano which
has been dormant. Anyone who dared to get near it would be shattered i
nto pieces, within a few seconds, by the glassy liquid. Yet there was o
ne courageous loner, who came onto the beach at that most inappropriate
of times. His weapons; an easel, a palette and paint-brushes. His name
, Claude Monet.
The canvas started filling up with the same force as that which was ragi
ng in front of it. The wind rocked the easel and seemed to fly into the
painting, to stay there for many years. The foam seemed to overflow from
the canvas. This seascape was unlike anything that Monet had ever paint
ed. His charming Givemy scenes showed an artist of a calm nature, but th
e creation of this wild sea reflected someone in a trance, enhanced by t
he uncommon view, seduced by it, totally. A masterpiece
Sabrina Cecchini Upper IV
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WINTER HAMLET
As the mist swirls afar,
The mournful braying of sheep Unites to form one seasonal echo.
A rough shepherd sounds his horn,
Announces daybreak to weary dwellers.
Porridge mounts in bountiful servings And the wood-smoke rises.
The cruel wind urges fowls To cluster together,
Little security for such fragile creatures.
Pungent muck is scraped,
Off aged boots, and Crude words are muttered.
Loops of twine suspend
Marmalade jars; stubs of wax splutter woefully.
Brews are shared,
Worries are forgotten.
Heads bow and all unite To say one seasonal Grace.
Tessa Segal Upper IV
CARAVAN CAMELS
They come from afar, from an unknown place,
Where sand is abundant and cursed.
Where the days are so hot and the nights are so cold, And where merch
ants on camels roam.
On these weary beasts they travel the dunes,
Bearing merchandise of mystery and wonder.
The sun disappears in a hazy glow,
As white mists settle upon the sand.
A cool breeze blows in the chill night air To reveal the sweet scent of rain.
At the first signs of dawn, on a day,
The caravan camels disperse.
Through whirling winds and stinging sands They make their way south to
Grabar.
Trudging, exhausted They reach a sheltered oasis.
Under the palms and resting,
The camels are refreshed and content.
As the day grows older the caravan again departs,
To continue its long journey.
Lianne Cox Upper IV
Lianne Cox Upper IV
THE LAST JOURNEY
When we say goodbye,
You will shed tears,
But I shall not know of them.
I will be packing,
My thoughts and secrets true.
Preparing for the journey of My soul.
When I climb Jacob's ladder.
Many strangers will I join.
They will be the chosen friends Whom you will never meet.
Not until you, too, reach The destination of Your soul.
We shall take no luggage,
No need to book a flight.
Our host is always waiting,
By the window full of light.
Tessa Segal Upper IV
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PEACE
Peace what is it?
Peace is love.
Love which grows in every place Love for people of every race.
Peace is lost In this dark land.
People die, do we count the cost?
We must join in love, walk hand-in-hand.
The dove of peace White and free Bears the branch Of an olive tree.
And brings it friends To you and me.
Mandy Wilson Upper IV
The entire school, including everyone on the staff, wore beautiful peac
e badges and blue ribbons on Peace Day. These symbols of peace were lov
ingly made by the Junior School pupils.
THE SCHOOLGIRL'S LAMENT
Schoolwork makes me bored and tired,
I wish all teachers could be fired.
And then school would become such fun,
Although our work would stay undone.
We'd grow up happy, uninspired!
Maxine Wolfowitz Lower IV
AN AFRICAN TALE FROM LONG AGO HOW HYENA BEGAN TO LAUG
H
Long, long ago before white man arrived, Hyena never laughed. He cried al
l day long. Many a time, his friends tried to cheer him up, but they alwa
ys failed. It became so serious that the animals had a meeting. After hou
rs of talking, they decided that three birds would try to make him laugh.
If they failed, three other animals would try. If they failed, nothing w
ould make him laugh.
First Grey Loerie tried. He kwaaed in Hyena's left ear and then in his ri
ght ear. He kwaaed all around him but still Hyena cried. Next Ostrich wen
t. She buried her head in the ground, but Hyena still wept. Everyone else
laughed when Tick bird tickled them but Hyena didn't. Great old Hornbill
had to admit the birds had failed.
It was then the animals' turn. First were the Warthogs. They danced abou
t him with their tails in the air but Hyena shed even more tears. The El
ephant trumpeted in his ears but still he sobbed. The Monkeys were next
with their gymnastic display but it was no use. Hyena's wails continued.
With all the excitement. Hyena had grown thirsty. He went down to the w
aterhole, and who did he see? Giraffe, drinking with his head between h
is legs! Hyena thought this was the funniest thing he had ever seen so
he laughed and laughed. To this day Hyena can't help laughing when he s
ees a Giraffe drinking.
Julia Windsor Lower IV
THE MAN ON THE STREET
The man on the street is old but wise,
Deaf are his ears, and blind are his eyes.
When the night is cold, his lips turn blue.
He has only the sun to cure his flu.
I'd hate to be that old man, wouldn't you?
The man on the street is bent and small.
"Money! Please, ma'am," we hear him call.
He sings a song and jingles his tin,
"Food!" he pleads. "My family is thin."
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One cold night on the street he was lying, When slowly and surely he star
ted dying.
The next morning they took him away. "Food," was the last word we hear
d him say.
Katy Kilalea Lower IV
Mieke Burger Lower IV
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER
I remember, I remember When I was a very small girl,
The New York streets in a bustle, my head in a whirl! I always made such
a fuss,
Climbing by myself on the public bus.
I remember, I remember That bright and sunny day,
When in the park I heard the song of a proud blue-jay, The smell of peanu
ts roasting,
The sound of my best friend boasting.
I remember, I remember Driving up from the city,
Being welcomed by the purring of my kitty,
Away from those flashing lights,
Away from the dark, dark nights.
I remember, I remember Sitting at my desk at school,
The teachers telling us to always obey the rule, We always had to be qui
et And not make such a riot.
Nila Leigh Lower IV
LET US HOLD HANDS
TWENTY KILLED IN SOWETO!
FAMILY SHOT NEAR RUSTENBURG!
FIFTEEN AK47s FOUND IN TAXI!
POLICEMEN BEAT UP 10 YEAR OLD BOY! What does the future hold for us,
both Black and White, in this troubled country of ours?
Why can't we hold each other's hands in friendship?
ANGER, GUNS, STARVATION, WAR, FIRES, CRYING, SHOUTING, R
OBBING,
BARRICADES, STONING CARS, DEATH, HATE.... STOP!
Open your eyes.
Can't you see what's happening?
Sit down and find a solution.
Don't be scared of different colours, we are all the same within.
Let us see some smiling faces, of all races.
No guns, no anger, no starvation, no killings and no hate.
Only love.
We are the next generation,
And the future holds so much for us.
Our land is crying in pain.
Let us children hold hands in peace and harmony.
Amy Ellenbogen Form III
(A winner in the Junior Section of the S.A.C.E.E. Original Writing Competi
tion)
DREAMING OF PEACE
The gun is aimed.
On the ground a woman lies begging for mercy.
Men are kicked into the gutter
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or shown the prison gates or the road to death.
Streets full of men shouting and marching
while children plead for food.
I cannot understand this country of violence.
As I look in the eyes of children I see confusion, fear and anger.
My dream is of a circle of children holding hands, of them crying from lau
ghter not from pain.
Of men and women full of love and caring.
Let us children join hands and build a land of peace.
Roxanne Fordyce Form III
(A runner-up in the Junior Section of the S.A.C.E.E. Original Writing Comp
etition.)
Form 111
MY HOPE
I dreamed a dream
There was a land
where all the people were free,
there was peace and love.
People stood hand in hand,
happiness and gentle words were among them,
To watch them, filled my heart with joy.
In the real world people are hurt, there are sounds, horrible sounds like
screaming, shouting and crying.
There is terrible violence!
I feel sad,
I'm confused.
What is happening?
But then I dream I feel happy, and hope that some day there will be peace
and love in our country.
Roxanne Floquet Form III
A PEACEFUL NIGHT
"What is this life, if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
W.H. Davies
High above my house at night,
A pitch black sky I stand and stare, no-one else, just me.
I see the stars like diamond rings floating over me, like a bottle of glitter sp
illed all over.
An owl hoots,
then a moment passes.
A star is shooting above me.
I blink
and it's all still like before.
The wind blows, trees wave.
I sit in the crisp air and lean back, relaxed.
Julia Jansch Form III
BUBBLES
Out rush the bubbles,
Delicate as butterflies,
Colours mixing like marbling,
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Little round rainbows,
Clear as a glass of clean sea water,
Like little shining stars going up into the heavens.
Tiny, large and medium,
Sometimes fast like a jet surfing on the wind. Sometimes slow like a snail
sliding on a leaf.
Glinting and glittering,
Shivering and shaking.
I wonder where they're off to?
Maybe to another life,
Or to a foreign land,
Maybe they're astronauts Flying to the moon.
But they won't get there,
Their lives are so short.
There's silence then...
POP!
They disappear.
Why, oh why Do they have to die?
Wendy Rees Form III
HIGHLIGHTS OF OURVISITTO HAPPY ACRES
We were off - free as birds! We were on our way to Happy Acres and my mo
m was in Florida! Three days of fun, exploration, giggles and even learn
ing! I've remembered all those things I thought about and did and I'd li
ke to share with you the happy times I had!
Tracy Spanjaard and Julia Jansch learn about falconry at Happy Acres
Monday afternoon - home and school were now far
away, and we were settling into our "New home"........A
falcon and a goshawk were the first to welcome us! The greenhouse was f
ull of lush and exotic plants. Here I learned about pretty impatiens an
d the carnivorous Venus Fly Trap! Do you know how the creeper holds ont
o the wall or what a Dicotyledonous seed is? Well, I found out the answ
ers.
We walked along the Magalies River near the mill. We saw whirly-gigs, p
ond-skaters, crabs and even A TACKIE in the water! The scavenger hunt w
as fun too! We had to catch frogs and crabs! There was lots of splashin
g, giggling and even screaming! I caught nothing, but did I really want
to?
The days were very happy and so were the nights- We were tired but misch
ievous by then! In the evening we played games like "Murder in the Dark"
with Gavin. After all the fun and games, it was showering time and bed
time! Talking, talking, whispering, that was all you could hear while we
were "sleeping"!
The food was delicious! The cooks really did a good, good job! The bre
akfast made us strong and healthy for our walks! After our long tiring
, hot treks we were always looking forward to lunch! Supper was our FA
VOURITE because the puddings were yummy!
We all enjoyed our trip and we were disappointed to leave everything
we had owned for a while behind us! Once again on the bus and we were
soon back at home sweet home! Back in Florida with my mom and dad I
began to tell them about my happy times.
Viki Sotiriou Form III
Negotiating Monkey Bridge proved a tricky task
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BEING BRAVE
Bravery is:
Taking ugly brown medicine,
Opening my mouth for the dentist when I am having an injection,
Having the dentist pull my tooth out,
Or having a big black dog bite you.
Eating a big pile of spinach,
And last, but not least, having to tell mom when I have lost something.
Kim Leicher Form II
THUNDER
Thunder is like a witch's screech,
She's rougher than the waves on the beach.
Tease her and there'll be trouble,
For her anger is bigger than a giant bubble.
She screams all night through, turning the sky navy blue.
She flashes her mighty light Through the night.
At last she'll go past,
Then out comes the sun to warm the grass.
Lauren-Leigh Higgs Form II
AN AFRICAN STORY
Long, long ago in the deep dark LimpopoRiver there lived a snake called
S-s-s-imon. In those days snakes were not long animals, my best belove
d, they were quite short. One morning S-s-s-imon who was quite young we
nt out to find out what crocodiles eat, so he packed twenty-nine Limpop
o fruits and set off. As he went, he dropped Limpopo fruit skins so as
not to lose his way when he came back. At last he got to the dreaded Cr
ocodile River, my best beloved, there he found a sly-looking croc on th
e edge of the river and he asked the croc, "What do crocodiles eat?" Cr
oc replied, "Well, juicy, very juicy SNAKE MEAT!" andjust before you co
uld click your finger, the croc got hold ot S-s-s-imon and pulled. S-ss-imon pulled, then the croc let go BUT S-s-s-imon was not short any mo
re. He had been pulled so hard that he had been stetched and he was lon
g. He set off back home following the Limpopo fruit skins and picking t
hem up on the way so as not to make a mess and when he got home all the
other snakes said, "We want to
be long like you." So they all set off to the dreaded Crocodile River to b
e stretched like S-s-s-imon. And that is why the snake looks as he does to
day.
Justine Bell Form II
A FABLE FROM AFRICA
Once upon a time, in an African land, there were two, twin, baby Karaku
l lambs born to a mother sheep. When they were only two hours old their
mother began to cry.
"Baaa! Why are you crying mummy?" said the second.
"I'm crying because in a few hours, you will die." "Baaa! Why?" they both
said.
"Because, my children, the farmer wants your fleece." Then the first lamb
began to sob.
"We're going to die!" it bleated. Then, it began to jump and kick and bite
. It was extremely upset.The second lamb didn't cry. It said to its mother
,"1 can smell paint, mummy. Where is it?"
"It's outside dear. The farmer is painting the barn white."
"Oh!" he said. "Can I go and see?"
"Yes, you can, but be careful!"
So out went the second twin. When he got to the door, right in front of h
im was a bucket of whitewash. The second lamb quickly upset the bucket an
d rolled in it!
When he was back at his stall in the barn, his mother said,''The time ha
s come, there is the farmer." But when the farmer came he only killed th
e first lamb because the second lamb was covered with whitewash!
Jinty Deacon Form II
WIND
The wind, like children runs through a field, and smells flowers.
Falling things
Paper whirling from above, twirling, having fun, through the air as it goes
, falling down, onto the ground.
Lucy Turpin Form II
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THE ADVENTURES OFTHREE BLIND MICE
One freezing, cold, gloomy morning three blind mice were strolling aroun
d the kitchen looking for some divine juicy cheese for lunch. The farmer
's wife walked in and grabbed the carving knife and started chasing them
with it. The three blind mice crashed into tables and chairs and all so
rts of thi ngs. They even crashed into the farmer's wife. Then the farme
r's wife got unspeakably angry and anything that got in her way she chop
ped in half. The mice were terrified. They were so scared they even trie
d hiding from her. While little Bo Peep was hunting for her sheep she he
ard the noise and she came running in to see what the noise was about. S
he saw the small little mice wandering around the kitchen floor and she
got such a big fright that she jumped up and
screamed. Little Bo Peep raced out the door in a big hurry.
Meanwhile Humpty Dumpty was sitting on the tall red brick wall outside
when he heard a loud noise. He fell off the tall red wall. He was in ma
ny, many pieces and guess what he looked like - scrambled egg. The farm
er's wife looked out the window. She saw Humpty Dumpty in many, many pi
eces. She rushed outside to try and put him together again. While the f
armer's wife was trying to put Humpty together again the three blind mi
ce tried to escape. They rushed out the door where they saw little Miss
Muffet eating her curds and whey. They tried to hide by running up her
dress. Just then the farmer's wife came by and she asked Miss Muffet i
f she had seen any mice. Miss Muffet said "No, but there is something t
ickling my leg." She gasped as three mice ran down her leg. The farmer'
s wife caught the mice and fed them to the fat cat.
Sarah Kirkland Form I
WHATIF?
Whatif my friend from school dumps me?
Whatif my Dad one day when he's angry thumps me? Whatif I have insect
s crawling in my bed?
Whatif after the mini-marathon I flop down dead?
Sarah-Jane Catton Form 1
Whatif some day my friend and I part?
Whatif peace will never start?
Whatif I break my Dad's CD?
Whatif my Mum has another kiddy?
Leigh Phillips Form 1
Whatif I look at the sun and go blind?
Whatif I get to school and loose my mind?
Whatif I don't go to school?
Whatif I become as dumb as a mule?
Davina Mendelsohn Form 1
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Kathryn Midgley Form I
A SPELL TO MAKE MY BROTHER SICK
Jolly Jolly Willy Wolly
You take three lizards or four.
You take some snake or more.
You use some very blue bats.
You use some very black rats.
You need an eye of a newt.
You need the silver from a flute.
You put all your ingredients into a pot.
You make sure the fire is nice and hot.
You taste the awful disgusting brew.
You make sure that it looks like stew.
You watch him drink the awful gew.
And soon he will turn awfully blue.
Jolly Jolly Willy Wolly
Pamela Woodhead Form 1
OWLS
One day some boys saw an owl's nest with a chick in it. They took the ch
ick home and fed it on vienna sauages. Now that's not the way to bring u
p an owl. Owls need calcium for their bones just like we do. They eat sm
all
animals with bones so they can get the calcium from their prey's bones to
put into their bones. Owls swallow the prey whole and then spit out a pe
llet with the prey' s bones in it. I know all about this because I went o
n a course on owls a couple of years ago. MrTrendler, who runs the animal
orphanage, showed us the owl's wings. They were all weak and pathetic be
cause of the vienna sauages. If you ever find a baby owl, it's best just
to leave it alone or put it on a branch where it's mother can find it.
Vanessa Walker
Nobuko Kashiwagi Form I
Form I
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BAD HABITS
My cat's bad habits is bringing lizards into the house and putting them
somewhere where we can find them.
Alexis Kalligiannis
My dog's bad habit is running out of the gate. When people see him doing
it they say Berry come here! They don't like it because they have to run
after him.
Claire Lindsay
Mummy's bad habit is leaving the lid off the peanut butter. People do not l
ike it because the peanut butter will get dry.
Nicola Kenny
Mummy' s bad habit is not putting the indicator on when she turns a corn
er. When people see her doing it they hoot.
Sarah Williams
My mother dusint have a bad habit she's just perfke!
Claire Lindsay
MY WISHES
I wish I told my box to my friend so that she could write to me.
Jolene Higgs
I wish Mrs Tomise didn't have to go because she is so kind to us.
Edwina Pryce
I wish I was a beautiful balareana parforming in a concert because 1 can s
ine orter grarfs.
Farrah-Lynn Spies
I wish money grew on trees so no one would steal.
Wendy Beaumont
I wish I could be a madam because it is fun to write on the blackboard.
Nicola Kenny
I wish I was a pony with wings so I could fly through the clouds.
Nicola Lawrence
I wish I had a puppy because my dog wouldn't be lonely.
Nadia Mia
I wish I could listen to roch and rol myuxic because it is so kool.
Sarah Williams
BAD HABITS IN RHYME
(For reasons of family unity we will keep them anonymous)
When Alison talks too long on the phone My father gives a big moan.
My brother picks me up upside down My mother says don't be such a clo
wn.
It really angers my mother
When I shout from one room to another.
My mum always groans when she gets up To put away her tea cup.
My cousin likes to call people a rude name He thinks that this is a fun ga
me.
My dad snores in the night And this gives me a fright.
My brothers tell my mum to chill out
But she doesn't always know what it's about.
My friend drives me round the bend My things she always wants to lend.
When my dad eats my bar-one I feel like sending him to Taiwan.
1 had some chewing gum My teacher said "Get rid of it chum."
AN ACCIDENT
One day it was winter I was at church. I was kneeling. There was a heater
under the pew. I brought my knee up and burnt it. It peeled a bit of skin
off. My mum said lets go and put some cold water on it. My dad went to get
some plasters for it. I had to wear it for a long time. I still have a sc
ar on my knee. The scar is getting fader.
Mary Carman Grade 2
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MY OVERSEAS TRIP
Mum, Craig and 1 went to Paris and from Paris we went loHuroDisney. Ime
t my favourite character, Pluto. We went on lots of rides. We went on a
ride that we had to queue for for one hour. When we got to the front,
we heard that the train had stopped and when we were just leaving, we s
aw the train thundering round the moun tain. So then we queued for one
and a half hours. The ride was worth all the waiting! We went on the
1 lovercraft. Craig felt a bit sick! The 1 lovereruft went from Calais
to Dover. When we went to London, we went to see the show Joseph and hi
s Ama/.inc Tcchnicolour Dream Coat and the wonderful show of Cats. We a
lso went lo the shop. Ilamleys, for three hours. We spent lots of money
and bought lots of lovely things. I hope we go overseas again soon! I
love u overseas.
Nicola I 'ni l Grade 2
EDWARDIAN PICNIC
We came to school dressed up. I wore a black dress and a white frilly c
ollar and white IVilly cuffs and I had peach stockings and black shoes
and a peach pinafore and 1 had a boater hat that was painted brown. Ii
had a black ribbon and paper flowers at the back. The madams were also
dressed up. We had the games at St Margaret's Block. My best game was c
alled hopscotch. I had lun playing it. The next game was called Blind M
an's Bul l and the next game was called Pin the fail on the Donkey. Tha
t was really fun. I lie next game was called Clown's Mouth and Balls an
d the next game was called
Pass the Parcel and the next game was called Skillies. That was really f
un. A game was called Musical Bumps and the last game was called I loops
and Pegs. We then lined up and went down to the hockey field On our way
down we collected a box with lots of goodies inside the box. I et me ex
plain what was in the box. Ihero was an apple, a 1 iquilruit.a lemon wit
h green jelly in it, a packet of sweets, two sandwiches and two cookies
local lor our picnic, we sal on rugs. After our picniel, we watched Mrs
Kruger, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Nelson cut the three cakes. My .mummy cut one
of the cakes into slices. After they had cut the cakes, we watched the
Maypole dance. It was so lovely. I had never seen a more beautiful dance
than that. After the dance, we ale the cake, il was divine. I '.very on
e said lovely, oh divine, scrumchissh. Alici (lie cake someone handed us
a balloon. The colours of the balloons were blue, green and while and o
n the balloons il said Happy ')()ih Birthday Roedean. We all held our ba
lloons and wlu-n Mrs Nelson rang a little hell, we all lei goofoui ballo
ons and they went soaring through the and passed the hospital, some went
down I he chimney and after that, we all lined up and went home.
I ll/.nheth Jail (Inidc 2
Tin' epitome of Spring- Si Margaret's Itloclt pupils brought tears to the
eyes of many as they dedicated their "Spring Assembly" to saying farewel
l to Mrs Thomas
Dushanka Andjelopolj and Lindsay Sharp looking perfect for an Edwardia
n Picnic
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Roxanne Shapurjee Grade I
all about nature
nature is when the bees collect nectar, and nature is also when the butter
flys sit on a flower, nature is not screeming. nature is qieyit and Peacef
ul, nature is also when flowers grow, nature is what god made, you can fin
d nasture in your garden if you be qieyit.
Kgomotso Tsatsi Grade 1
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Elena Rees, Jennifer Hughes, Jessica Ferguson and Sarah enjoying the d
elights at the Book Fair
What makes us happy?
Jemma "when I am tickled"
Katherine - "When I am at school.
Harriet "Candy and flowers."
Lindsay "Cuddles"
Stephie "Presents."
What makes us frightened?
Roberta - "Ghosts and witches and things."
Tendai - "When my sister scares me."
Samantha - "When a car comes along too fast" Itumeleng - "Adream."
Ellie - "Nothing, not even a robber!"
The Grade Os making a joyful noise in a music lesson
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Die Af rukaamse Hoek ie
GEDAGTES GEDAGTES
Daar le ek op St Francis strand En droom van vrede in ons land.
Ek dink aan 'n ver-ver plek Waar mense lag en goed saamwerk.
'n Wereld waar almal dieselfde is 'n Plek waar liefde heers vir almal,
Maar niemand sal na my luister,
Hulle glimlag en se: "Gaan speel buite."
Dis nie gister, maar more waaraan ons moet dink.
Dit maak nie saak watter kleur u is:
Wit, bruin, geel of pienk,
Omdat dit nie is hoe u lyk, maar wie u werklik is.
Sarah Schoeman Upper IV
DROME
Eendag sit ek onder 'n boom,
Toe het ek lekker gedroom.
Voor my was 'n sjokolade-fabriek,
Ek eet en eet, ek word so siek.
Skielik kry ek my eie plaas.
Daar is 'n koei, 'n hond en 'n haas.
Toe word ek baie ryk.
My klere laat my so mooi lyk!
Ek vlieg op in die lug.
Ek land op 'n wolkie met 'n sug Daar van bo-af kan ek sien Ek tel die moto
rs: van een tot tien.
Leonardo da Vinci? Ja, ek skilder ook,
Hier is my huisie, en die skoorsteen rook Skielik skree 'n Hadida,
En hy lag vir my drome. Ha-de-ha-de-ha-ha!
Shmesha Govender Upper IV
Gedagtes was daar-ek was net twee jaar.
Ek onthou 'n mooi rokkie, lekkers op 'n stokkie!
Anders is my lewe nou, daar is baie dinge wat pla; ek kan nie help om te
vra sal ek nog van Suid-Afrika hou?
My gedagtes behoort net aan my,
Niemand anders kan hulle kry.
Daarvoor is ek baie bly!
Anders sal almal met my stry.
Tessa Segal Upper IV
PANADO-ADVERTENSIE
Verlede week het my tweeling siek geword. Hulle het gekla van 'n seer maa
g en 'n vreeslike hoofpyn. Ek het onmiddelik vir hulle Panado kinderstroo
p gegee. Dit is vir verligting van pyn en vermindering van koors. Dit bev
at geen tartrasien, aspirien, alkohol of suiker nie. Panado is taamlik sm
aaklik. Vir my tweeling is dit die een middel teen verligting van pyn. En
hulle was gou gesond.
Dus koop Panado stroop vir jou kind vir vinnige verligting van pyn en siek
te.
Oriana Levin Upper IV
"Drive carefully and slowly at all times, including holiday time!" warn
these Form Ones during Road Safety Week
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>AQRA
Hon. President Hon. Vice President
Hon. Treasurer Hon. Secretary Board Representatives
OFFICE BEARERS 1993
Jenny Adair (Colere) Committee
Member
Sally Davison (MacKay)
Janet Saner (Anderson)
Margie Finsen (Newth)
Jean Merry (Snow)
Anne Jones (Roberts)
Margie Finsen (Newth)
Liz McLaren (Macnab) Wendy McConnell(Stallard) Helen Norman (Duke)
Helen Windsor (Baikie)
Pam Spencer (Gibson) Bridget Wessels (Hahn)
Julia Pienaar (Fergusson) Valerie Beaumont (Scorer) Violet Botha (Evans
)
June Smith (Campbell-Begg) Amanda Furber (Lamont-Smith)
NINETY YEARS AT ROEDEAN - AND STILL AT SCHOOL!
There are six Old Girls on the Roedean Staff at present - not includi
ng those who are Honorary SAORA members
- and between them they have recorded over ninety years within the "Whi
te walls of Roedean"!
Standing: Paddy Lake (Wright), Carolyn Hughes (Donald)
Seated: Jenny Slaughter (Bosazza), Rummy Kruger (Wright), Jill Henn (
Hendry), Pippa Schou (MacArthur).
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FOUNDATION DAY 1993
Saturday 13 March 1993 was a special day for the Old Girls. We had si
x matric classes celebrating reunions - the classes of 1943,1948,1953
,1963,1968 and 1973. We also welcomed PriscillaGraham the President o
f the Old Roedeanians (Brighton) as well as two of our previous Junio
r School Headmistresses, Rosemary Green and Maxie Kuhn.
Back row: hovel Vickerman (Thackeray), Alison Somen'ille (Osborne), P
auline Sempill (Kemp), Denise Buck (Brampton).
Front row: Bernys Mackintosh (Rissik), Joan Reynolds (Lezard), Shona T
aylor (Fulton), Jacquetta Hope (Hardy), Lydia Lappeman (Albert), Louis
e Reid (Young), Audrey Le Riche (Grange), Pamela Kay (White), Jennifer
Hallett, Sheila Hepburn (Forsyth). Joan Webster (Wagner) was also at
the lunch but was not in the picture.
Class of 195)q& Reunion
Standing: Annette Bradford, Liz Lane (Bristowe), Robin Ransome (Mader)
, Vivienne Goodall (More), Sue Mackinnon, Jenny Adair (Colere), Elizab
eth Williams (Wingfield). Sitting:Wendy Wilson (Townsend), Camilla Mac
farlane (de Klerk).
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Class of 1963 R eunion
Back Row: Manya Krugerfvon Oettingen), Sarah Jobling(Henwood), Clare W
alker, Glen Samuel(Callie), Angie Dibrell (Carlin), Jenny Hugget (Wils
on) Paddy Lake (Wright), Hilly Diemont (Lloyd).
Front Row: Jicky McCarter (Blades), Jenny Herschel (Rouse), Pam Bowling
(Carlin), Pauli Morris, Liz Paton (Foster), Clare du Bourg (Black), Bren
da Sharratt (Gillespie). Inset: Liz Adams (Swan)
Class of 1968 Reunion
Back row: Sue Trenkel (Rhodes-Harrison), Fiona 0'Callaghan (Linsell),
Merrilyn Wilder (Smith), Karen Kerr, Sue Webster (Pearce), Mymie Vos
(Vermooten), Wendy Goodenough (Elsworth).
Middle row: Julia Pienaar (Fergusson), Jill Carman (Barry), Frances Ba
rbe (Hepner).Lynn Parkin (Ascham), Dilys Mexson.
Front row: Sally Ann Kane (Kay), Sally June Tarlton (Hunt), Annette Ma
gni (Famell-Watson), Caroline Millson (Bower), Melanie Cooke (Rice), M
oyra Bevilacque (Power), Kiloran Roberts (Simpson).
Class of 1973 Reunion
Back row: Diana Lindbergh, Carol Christmas (Geikie), Diana Laughland (L
aroque), Hilary Keogh, Lucienne Raab (Powell), Caroline Sands (Waddingt
on), Dulcie Price (Horne), Carol Tait (Beith), Caroline Wright (Geldard
t), Serena Aitkenhead, Nicola van Berkel (Pirow).
Front row: Heather James (Rundle), Nicola Phillips (Wilshere), Pam Vilac
(Kuilman).
GREAT GRANDDAUGHTERS, GRANDDAUGHTERS AND DAUGHTERS
AT THE SCHOOL IN 1993
Lucy Butler..............................daughter of Gillian Ord
granddaughter of Patricia Holliday great granddaughter of Cecilia Playfor
d
Nicola Merry........................................daughter of Jean Snow
granddaughter of Margaret Fouche great granddaughter of Queenie Fou
che
Bronwen Wilson...................................daughter of Barbara Moon
granddaughter of Betty Creighton Jones great granddaughter of Helen Co
rbett
Danielle Beckett.................................daughter of Kim Lappeman
granddaughter of Lydia Albert
Louise Campbell................................daughter of Judith Pilcher
granddaughter of Diana Martin
Harriet Crawford............................daughter of Jennifer Anderson
granddaughter of Cynthia Stock
Nicola Duff................................daughter of Susan van der Veen
granddaughter of Rhoda Knight
Nicola Durrant......................................daughter of Pam Smith
granddaughter of June Campbell-Begg
Tandi Hattingh.................................daughter of Michele Powell
granddaughter of Reina Albert
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Jennifer Hughes..........................daughter of Carolyn Donald
granddaughter of Joan Summerley
Sally-Anne Jones.........................daughter of Anne Roberts
granddaughter of Lulu Joris
Alexandra Kane...........................daughter of Sally-Ann Kay
granddaughter of Pamela White
Jacqueline Kane..........................daughter of Rosemarie Kay
granddaughter of Pamela While
Fiona and Laura Laughland................daughters of Diana Laroque
granddaughters of Sheila Henderson
Clare Matthews...........................daughter of Sally Anderson
granddaughter of Daphne Deacon
Eleanor McGregor.........................daughter of Ursula Puckridge
granddaughter of Molly Brook
Katherine Norman.........................daughter of Helen Duke
granddaughter of Joan Devonport
Victoria Pilcher.........................daughter of Gil Man Vincent
granddaughter of Milada Boucek and Diana Martin
Nicola Saner.............................daughter of Janet Anderson
granddaughter of Daphne Deacon
Kathryn Wessels..........................daughter of Bridget Hahn
granddaughter of Mary Feetham
Deborah White............................daughter of Valeric Lister
great granddaughter of May Lister
Sarah Ball...............................daughter of Colette Bulterman
Wendy Beaumont...........................daughter of Valerie Scorer
Janine and Jemma Beron...................granddaughters of Thelma Ziman
Georgina Berry...........................granddaughter of Ann Walker
Claudia Bleyenheuft......................granddaughter of Paddy Bredell
Caroline Bostock.........................granddaughter of Megan livans
Claudia Cannata..........................daughter of Catherine Constantinides
Mary Carman..............................daughter of Jillian Barry
Alexandra and Stephanie Diepering........great granddaughter of Annie B
arca ( ORA)
Natasha Doody-Pestell ...................daughter of Winifred Doody
Nicola Drake.............................daughter of Heather Whyte
Meggan Edwards...........................daughter of Sarah Davis
Daphne and Maxie Erasmus.................daughters of Daphne de Klerk
NatalieFauciglietti......................daughter of Jane Pick
Jessica Ferguson.........................granddaughter of Sheila Forsyth
Roxanne and Samantha Floquet.............daughters of Wendy Mullins'
Sarah Hallier............................granddaughter of Noreen Craib
Katherine Handley........................daughter of Elizabeth Swemmer
Sharon Hazelton..........................daughter of Margaret Weehui/.en
Mary Honnet..............................granddaughter of Pamela Pope
Sarah and Kate Kirkland..................daughters of Philippa McDougall
Gudrun Lake..............................daughter of Paddy Wright
Nicola Lawrence..........................daughter of Veronica Devonport
Alessandra Leary.........................granddaughter of Diana Webber
Robyn Lister.............................great granddaughter of May Lister
Tessa and Penny Matthews.................granddaughters of Penny Mudd
Colleen McConnell........................daughter of Wendy Stallard
Victoria and Davina Mendelsohn...........granddaughters of Joan Jacobso
n
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Maria Nakios...............................daughter of Robin Allen
Katherine and Danielle O'Callaghan.........daughters of Fiona Linsell
Leigh Phillips.............................daughter of Nicola Wilshere
Deborah Pienaar............................daughter of Julia Fergusson
Talia Planting.............................daughter of Rosemary Webster
Wendy and Cathy Rees.......................daughters of Jean Boright
Julie Sander...............................daughter of Heather Gillespie
Kelly and Chelsea Sanders..................great granddaughters of Daisy Ha
milton
Bianca Silva...............................daughter of Barbara Zoellner
Donna Spencer..............................daughter of Pamela Gibson
CamillaThomas..............................daughter of Anne Benger
Claudia and Taryn Thorpe...................daughters of Margaret Doody
Christina Tsilimigras......................daughter of Carolyn Sutton
Nicole and Tracy Vize......................daughters of Karen Grobler
Lisa Wepener...............................daughter of Elizabeth de Klerk
Caroline Whittle...........................daughter of Beverlie Wilson
Sarah Williams.............................daughter of Xanthe Japhet
Julia and Marina Windsor...................daughters of Helen Baikie
Susan and Pamela Woodhead..................daughters of Sandra van de Po
l
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