Exhibition

From the beginning of Term 3 to the end, we have been working on our Exhibition projects. Until… finally, the day had come for Year 6 to showcase our work to our guardians.

It was Thursday, and the day that everyone had been both, nervous and excited. It was the night that gave you butterflies in your stomach. It was also a time to make our parents proud of us. Well… that’s how I interpreted it anyway.

Others just took it as a useless momentum to their boring Years at elementary school. Exhibition, as the name suggests, is a gallery walk, a summary of the education we received at MVPS. I personally took it as a prison leave 😅… (lol).

Honestly speaking though, I did learn a lot. My topic was Personalitites, which is the combination of characteristics or qualities that form an individual’s distinctive character. From there, my group created a central idea, which was: “Students will understand that experiences and choices may influence an evolving individual”. And further down the track, we created Lines of Inquiries, which guided us down to our individual KRQ (Key Research Question ). This question directed us in researching, which we used to create our Written Responses. From there, the Written Responses gave us ideas to how we could “create” out Exhibiton Stand and make it “Pop”. The Written Responses also led us to the creation of the Creative Pieces, which was the main and crucial part to our Exhibition Stand.

This is where Exhibition really becomes exciting. The simple idea of our Creative Responses gave us motivation and enthusiasm, thus boosting our confidence in the task. It was about this point I reflected upon the past 6 weeks of hard working. I can now give a approximate guess of someone’s personality by simply analysing reactions and choices. I also know a whole heap of new theories and facts which I thought to be really cool and help me on my journey to University and beyond.

Sunday

Unusually, my tennis team have a BYE, meaning that we don’t play. Dad says we should swap last Sundays game with today, because last Sunday was a washout. Personally I disagree because my ankle hurt like fire, I was literally limping!

So I stayed in bed late, up until 9:00. Mum was close to furious, I was supposed to wake up at the very least, 8:30. I hurriedly filled up my bowl with milk, but before I could heat it, Dad’s voice rang from the corridor, “Hey Trevor, where is the tennis racket bag?”. Uh Oh. Busted. I had left it at the tennis court the last time I played. Seeing dad was about to erupt, I figuratively shrank to a pinball. It went something like this : “BAM, BOOM, POW” and “OUCH, OOF, WHOOSH”. It wasn’t fun.

Justin’s Playdate

It is Sunday. I had been looking forward to this day for the whole week. Today, I have tennis in the morning, lunch at Danny’s house (Pizza!) and am going to Justin’s house for a quadruple playdate.

At 8:45 I went to tennis. I was playing Danny and his team. What a load of luck! I was going to Danny’s house after this! Danny’s Team was pretty strong, it consisted of two volleyers and I ground sweeper. Normally, that is a good combination in tennis. However, we have a STRONGER team. I am our ground sweeper AND Volleyer. Peter is strong in ground sweeping, and Oliver is extremely tall, so he does a lot of smashes.

Danny and I are the Number 1 player on both teams, so we play off against each other. I won, 6 to 1. The next few rounds were uneventful.

First Day back at School

From the time I am writing now, it is Saturday. From the time I am writing about, is on Monday.

Radiant sunshine streaked the sky and escaped, into my room, like a torch shone between caged bars. It was the first day of Term 1 at last. I was pumped about it, and I acted more cheerier than usual. I literally skipped to school.

My happiness runs short as soon as I got through the front gates. As I saw my fellow classmates carrying swimming trunks, I lurched short in mid-step. It was as if someone had flicked on a switch in my head. As I flew back down the steps, out of the school gates, parents lept out of the way, alarmed.

I finally got home, out of breath, I had sprinted all the way home (200m), grabbed my swimming bag I had prepared last night, and banged out of the front door, for the second time that day. I arrived at my classroom with only seconds to spare, which earned several disapproving glances from the teachers. I practically shoved my bag into the pigeon hole and settled down for role call.

My class’s swimming session is just before lunch and each session lasted for about 100 minutes, thus meaning we miss lunch. I stifled a groan when the teacher informed us (I was looking forward to basketball!) and a majority of us complained out-loud. Plus, swimming lasts for the whole week, meaning we miss lunch every day! But, the teacher shrugged and said that he couldn’t help it, it was up to the principle’s choice, for who went to swimming at the given time.

I miss lunch.

Sydney 2

It is our second day in Sydney, and I am already impressed by the landmarks and environment. There are some memorial places never to be found in Melbourne, that is why I favour Sydney so much.

Today, we went to the Maritime Museum, located just 15 minutes walk away from the hotel. Dad parted with us at 8:30AM for work and wished farewell. Mum and I crossed a pedestrian bridge decorated with colourful flags bearing advertisements and posters, most of them about animals and history.

When we arrived, we showed the receptionist our ticket (Dad had bought online yesterday), but she said that the tickets were invalid and only for use after school holidays (22nd of July). So, we had no other choice but to buy the tickets now, or return to the hotel. Returning to the hotel wasn’t very appealing, so we bought the tickets anyway, as we can refund them online.

Mum and I went through the 3D cinemas watching a documentary on marine life. We then proceeded on to watch VR experience on Antartica (which made me dizzy), explore the HMB Endeavour (Captain Cook’s Ship), HMS Vampire (a army ship), HMS Outlook (a submarine) and the James Craig (a cargo ship)

Sydney

It was the 7th of July when I boarded the airline Jetstar, on a journey to Sydney. My father was on a business trip, bringing my mother and I, together. We caught the plane at 8:30PM, at Avalon airport, Geelong and quickly descended upon Sydney at approximately 10:00PM. Avalon was a small side airport and arriving on the Sydney airport was a huge change.

By the time we arrived at the hotel, it was already 10:40PM, well past my bed time limits. The hotel was rated 5 stars and I quickly realised why that was so. Great marble pillars stood up to three storeys high on the entry and rich velvet blanketed the Hotel’s floor. Our room was on level 5, Room 520. On the way upon the elevator, I noticed 2 different levels marked “Fitness and Indoor Pool centre”. So Posh. Our room didn’t have much of a view, but the rich facilities made up for that. Two well groomed twin beds stood proudly, facing a large, living room TV. The bathroom consists of a bathtub and a shower, plus a polished marble sink that was surrounded by a 1×1 metre mirror.

Snow Mountain 2

It’s 2019 and my second time to the trip to the mountains. My family is going with Gary’s Family (again) to the same place we went in 2018. I could remember the scenes clearly in my head. Rolling out of bed. Forgetting that I was going to the snow mountains. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. So I made a sticky note saying: “SNOW MOUNTAINS -TODAY” in bold. And stuck it on the ceiling. That is what I did last night.

It actually worked pretty well. I awoke and saw the note almost straight away. I pulled on 3 layers and hurriedly ate breakfast. At 8:30am, Gary arrived, so we took off. Dad, silly as he is, forgot to bring his snow gear. He was too busy preparing ours.

When we arrived, it was 11am, and figuring it will be handier, we ate lunch at the cafe. It was decent, with rolls and sandwiches, but dad wouldn’t let us buy chips. After lunch, we pulled on out snow gear, tobagons, ski masks, mittens, jackets and pants and set off for the snow slope which we will be sliding down. It was really fun, riding out boards, and it was more fun, when we capsized and landed, sliding on the ice.

It was a brilliant day, but it was 3, so by time we will get home, it will be 5:30. So, sadly we had to go, otherwise risking a very late dinner. We sasid out goodbyes and parted for home.

Regional Cross Country

After proceeding District and Division, I came to Region Cross Country.

I was in pretty down spirits as I knew I wouldn’t make it in. I was already in the top 100 distance runners in Victoria and there was no way I was going to be the top 100 runners in Australia. No way. So reluctantly, I still trudged my way to the Bus headed for the Place held for the competition.

The bus was spacious as It only contained 1/4 of it’s whole capacity. I previously thought that lots of the Multi-Class students would pass through, however, they didn’t. It was a whole 1 hour drive, but I didn’t talk, nor did I sleep.

After the boresome journey, we made it to the Race Track. It was all muddy and wet due to previous rains and the run itself was no better. My race was the 2nd out of the Primary Students, but we had to wait for the High schoolers to finish. Meaning that we had about 1 hour of free time. Me and my friend (only two in the 12/13 made it to the Regionals) went ahead and simply chatted. My race drew nearer. My tummy started getting butterflies.

Finally, it was my race. There was many puddles and obstacles. Like someone pushing other people out of the way, for instance. That wasn’t great fun. He pushed me out forcefully and I nearly tripped. Sweaty try hard.

At the end, I came 71st out of about 100. Terrible score, but ok for a guy who is sick and had a terrible head start.

Division Cross Country

After succeeding District, I proceeded to Division Cross-Country.

I awoke to the sound of a loud kettle going off. “This was it. This was the day.” I said to myself. I got dressed and hands trembling, went to the kitchen. The sudden brightness of the lights gave me no reassurance, for I was already considering the fact that I may not proceed to the next level of Regionals. But I knew that there is always hope within the dark, so I set on a growth-mindset and ate breakfast.

At last, The clock hit 8:50. It was time to get on the bus. There was only about 50 of us, out of the 800 students who participated. Single filed, we marched onto the bus, and took off. We were off to Jells Park.

The first race, the 12/13 girls were running at 10:00am. I watched them get on their marks, and with the long, piercing whistle, they were off. There were 6 participants in that race, 2 made it to the next round. The 12/13 boys race was next. About 5 minutes after the last girl made it to the finish line, the participants of the 12/13 race were summoned to the starting line. It was District all over again, and I knew that it will be harder than just passing a few nutshells. I was a representative of my school, one of the 2 boys selected to run in the race. A loud, long whistle jolted my mind, and I was running.

The first obstacle was an enormous hill, I estimated to be about 700 meters, from the bottom of the track, to the top. I went full try-hard mode, racing up the hill, I was placing 5th. When I came over the top, I was already puffed out. It was getting increasingly harder and harder to breathe. By the time I descended down another hill, I wanted to stop. Every muscular part of my legs threatened on the verge of collapsing. I looked down and saw the 2500 meters mark. 500 more meters to go. I could do it. I went onto 4th gear, gaining on the 11th runner. Another mark. 100 meters to go. Passed the 11th runner. The 10th runner and I was neck to neck, 50 meters. 40 meters. 20 meters. 5 meters. 1 meter. I lept over the finish line, just squeezing into 10th position. The reason I had tried so hard, only the top 10 could make it to the next level. I was blessed.

First Defeat

It was Sunday and our 6th match in the Tennis Tournament. We were versing Legend Park with high spirits. We have never lost a single match before and I thought that this was no exception. One of our teammates have suffered a Car Crash incident and was brought to hospital, it was clear that he isn’t well enough to play tennis. So, we brought in a old friend of mine who also plays tennis.

The first match was Number 2 player and Number 3 player doubles, they get to play on court 6, I had to wait for them to finish first, then I could play. This was because the tennis club had too many different clubs playing competition at once, so it was lacking courts.

Unfortunately, my teammates lost the first round, 6 – 4. Determined to bring the scores even, I battled my hardest against the Number one player on their team. He was incredibly tall, so he got many smashes. Despite this, I managed to pull a win, 7 – 6. We were losing by one game, so I tried my best to gain that extra point.

After many struggles, at the end, we were beaten. 33 – 30. If only we won extra 3 points…