Kissed By the Moon on PhotoPeach
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Granny Grommet and Me on PhotoPeach
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Campus Cinema and Caption Competition on PhotoPeach
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Book Week Art Work on PhotoPeach
August 23, 2014 by resourcecentre · 1 Comment · Uncategorized
Beauties of Creation on PhotoPeach
These haiku were written by some Year 7 students. They have attempted to follow the traditional 5-7-5 syllable structure and matched their writing to some amazing photos. We hope you will enjoy them.
August 20, 2014 by resourcecentre · 1 Comment · Uncategorized
Connect to Reading: Reading to Connect
Thanks to all teachers who actively promoted our Book Week activities with their classes. It was great to hear that some sent home the mini challenge books for homework each night during Book Week. I have also appreciated the extra bookings made by various people whose classes haven’t had Library lessons with me this year. I really enjoyed having the opportunity to share the shortlisted titles with your students. The popcorn cups made by our junior classes were certainly appreciated by our movie goers over the first three days of this week.
We were thrilled by the number of students who attended the “Campus Cinema” at lunch times this week but our 50 student limit for each showing was not strictly adhered to. (We did, however, only supply popcorn for the first 50 children to each showing and ensured that equal numbers from each school were issued with tickets.) Each of our DVDs was based on a book or series which we have in our library.
Monday’s showing of Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are was attended by 75 R-3 students. Tuesday’s film, Spaghetti Pig Out from Paul Jennings’ books had 54 students attend. Wednesday saw 25 Year 6 and 7 students come in to watch the first episode of Spellbinder.
A lot of children have written captions for our competition and some entries are quite humorous. At this stage, we have only had one jigsaw piece returned so are hoping a few more students will still bring in their entries by Friday. There are some spare sheets which can be collected from the Library. Mini-challenge books are also due to the Library by Friday. Please do remind the students that “you’ve got to be in it to win it”!! Thanks so much.
We are now displaying some work in the Library which shows the connections some classes have made between the movies and either other texts they have read, movies they have viewed, to their lives or to the world around them. In lessons, I have promoted the connections of Text to Self, Text to Text, Text to World and Text to Media and the children have been able to explain some of their own connections to the shortlisted titles and our viewing choices.
August 5, 2014 by resourcecentre · No Comments · Uncategorized
Popcorn Boxes on PhotoPeach
This term, we celebrate Book Week, with its theme Connect to Reading. Part of our focus is on books which have been turned into movies. Some of the junior primary classes have been making popcorn cups (with a little help from their buddy classes!) These will be used at lunch times during week 5. Hopefully we will have some extra visitors to the library during Book Week to see the students’ fabulous art work.
July 30, 2014 by resourcecentre · No Comments · Uncategorized
Library Changes and Book Week Display on PhotoPeach
LIBRARY CHANGES: Last term, we closed the Library for a week and shifted almost every resource in our collection! Thanks to the wonderful Library volunteers and staff team who worked tirelessly to have everything back in place for Term 3. Feedback has been positive and children have been excited as they have come in for their first visits. Staff members have expressed their feelings about the whole space feeling more open and welcoming too. With the beginning of our Book Week display and Library lessons based on the short listed Children’s Book Council titles, there is a great vibe in the Library.
BOOK WEEK COMPETITIONS: We are about to distribute 10 copies of our ‘mini challenge booklets’ to each class teacher on campus, along with a folded copy for you to use as a master. We would encourage you to promote our focus activity for the term to all students in your classes. The aim is for the children to complete each activity and get it signed by the class teacher or a member of the Library staff. Once the booklets have been completed, we would ask children to return them to the Library to gain entry into our competition. The finished student booklets will be placed into the jar for their school and several lucky winners of book prizes will be drawn at random for each school. All entries will need to be delivered to the Library by the end of Book Week, 22nd August, and winners drawn on Monday 25th August.
Another activity with which we would love the children to get involved is our caption contest. There are 8 photos in the Library and we would love to have the children dream up some clever captions to fill the speech bubbles which we will make available. To ensure that the children have really thought about their captions, we are limiting them to ONE response to their favourite photo. There will be some small novelty prizes for the best entries received.
LUNCH TIME MOVIE SESSIONS: Stay tuned! There will be showings of videos connected to texts at lunch times during book week. Days and year levels for each day will be announced later.
June 10, 2014 by resourcecentre · No Comments · Uncategorized
CBC and SLASA Australian Curriculum Literature Evening on PhotoPeach
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Year 7 Art Work on PhotoPeach
One day a group of white fellas
Came and stole my kids
My husband tried to steal them back
But my husband was shot and flopped to the ground
They took my kids away
I want them back
I want them back
When will they come back?
We came and took their children
The governors thought it was a good idea
Personally I don’t like my job
Of taking their kids
I’ll give them back
I’ll give them back
I want to give them back
I fought the fathers
I cuffed them
This was a quick job
I grabbed their kids
And threw them in the car
I want mum
Bring her here
Please bring her here to me
I need love
Not hatred and orders
When they come
Come when the sun shines bright
Come with others like me.
Dad come running… no use
They had sticks of metal
Into metal cage…
Nothing could be done
Along red dusty land
Screams of pain one stop after another
They come when the sun shines bright
Nothing could be done
My husband tried to stop em
But they beat him to his bones
The metal cage run in a puff of dust
Down the hill leaving nothing but despair…
Door went bang at rise of sun
I pushed to stop ‘em… baton to arm
Held to ground
Nothing could have been done
We came at the first sign of dawn
We came bashing through the door like a raging bull
Nothing can stop us.
We knew what we did is wrong
We carried them out like sheep for slaughter
Told ‘em to quit their wailing
Suffer in their eyes
Mothers pouring their eyes out
At least we get paid
I’m really scared
These white people took me
They took me from my mother
These people with white skin ditched me in a room
I am all alone
The room is dark
It only has one small window that faces away from the sun
They said that they would look after me
They said that they would teach me to read, write, and pray
It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen
These white skinned people just walked into my house
They stole my two children
They grabbed them and ran out my door
I asked “What are you doing with my children?”
They answered “We are going to give them a better home”
I screamed “They are fine living here give them back to me now”
They just looked at me and then ran far away saying we will teach them how to really live
I’m feeling really bad
I have to take these aboriginal children away from their families
They seemed to be so happy
But now they are screaming in my arms for their mothers
They are telling me to stop and to give them back to their family
But I just can’t.
I have to do this.
I’m doing it so that I can live in this great country
I’m doing it because I get paid and I really need the money
I have just been given this small aboriginal girl
I think that she is only about 5 years old
I feel so sorry for her
I can just imagine how horrifying it would be to be taken away from her family
She is so young as well
It’s now up to me to look after her
She is so scared and shy
She won’t even talk to me because she is so scared
She must feel so scared because she doesn’t know what to do
She is just standing in the corner looking like she is about to cry again.
The Aboriginal Mother
My son, gone. Taken away from me. My life is shattered. My home is empty. What am I going to do? I’m lost. I don’t sleep; I lie awake looking at my son’s things. Why has this happened to me? I’ve done nothing wrong!
“Mum, Dad help me, get them off me! Please help Mum!” I remembered screaming that the night those life ruining people took me. I hate my life! Why, why would this happen to me? This is not fair! Mum, Dad come back, please!
The children belong with us! They don’t belong with those black people! Those people are not part of our land. They NEVER will be. Look at us, we provide good food, good housing, good schooling and a good culture. They would never provide that!!
Who are these people? Why are they black? Their noses are fat. They don’t fit in! Why are they in our land? They need to go!! There are a joke and a disappointment to our land.
Stolen, Stolen, our children been stolen
Hide, Hide I have to hide
They come to steal us away
Silent, Silent I must be silent
They might hear and then what next?
Hope, Hope hold onto hope
That the English never find
Yearn, Yearn I cry, bleed, yearn
As my children are taken, taken away
Take, Take those children we take
To give them a better life
Search, Search how long we search
To find those little black Children
Guard, Guard black children we guard
They have a better future
Help, Help I know this is help
Get rid of those black, let’s bring in the white
Mum: Dinner time I scream, the kids run in
We sit down with some food
When some white guys storm in and ask for my kids
I’m screaming “No!” I’m scared, worried, I will not let my children go
White guys: We will give them what you can’t
Better food, better home, better lifestyle
We will take them now
Dad: Running mad, worried, nervous
I spot some white guys taking my kids
My hands are up ready to fight
I yell as loud as I can ‘if you want my kids, you’ll have to fight me first.’
Mum: Crying, sad and in front of my eyes
They took us from our family
I’m in tears, Hopping they’ll be ok
My children are gone, My husband dead, I am miserable.
It was horrible
They took my children
They snatched them away
Never to be found again
I tried to stop them
They shot me
There was nothing I could do
I took away the children
It wasn’t easy
Little did I know I was doing something wrong
I thought our plan was right
I wondered if we were doing the right thing
Were we doing the right thing
Stolen Generation Poem
Family and I had happy life.
Til they came.
Grabbed my baby boy.
Ripped out of my arms.
He was crying… so was I.
I punched the police but failed.
One pointed fire stick at face.
Last thing heard was bang.
I play with mummy, me happy.
Big blue man grab me.
He slap me and I cry.
Mum try save me.
Blue man pointed iron stick at mummy.
I hear bang.
I see red paint.
I see mum.
Dark skinned child:
I eat when see blue man.
Blue man grab friend.
Blue man make lots red paint.
Blue man ran.
I grabbed a kid to give a home.
He started crying so I slap’im.
His mother attacked me.
So I grabbed me rifle.
I shot her in the head.
I didn’t want to.
I was sad.
I wanted to leave so I ran.
I wanted to save this child.
But I killed his mother.
I will never forgive me self.
Stolen generation poem
Seeing the white people take my friends
The pain of being seized
Why did these people take my friends?
Why are these people taking Me?
We never hurt we never threatened
Many hurt all frightened
Im helping my country
Im making a home
For those who are hurt tell them their children are safe
We will make them safe
We will make them… white
We teach them our ways
We teach our god
We ban their religion
We ban their culture
I want more white
And lot less black
They came over here
They took away our pride
They took our dignity
They stole our love
why do they take?
When they see us mourn
Not my child
Give him back
They shot me down
I’m dragged away
Why is this happening
They shoot mummy
Black kids are all sick
Put them into families
Help them now
Let’s take this one
Only for the money
Crazy mum assaulted us
Stolen Generation Poem
They ripped my heart out
They tore it into a million pieces
They took my child
Never to been seen again
I am screaming
Trying to get away
Until my energy is gone
My parents, gone forever
Trying my best
Trying to make them happy
I hear sobbing in the night
This can’t be right
They’re where they’re supposed to be
Doing what’s right
This is going exceedingly well
Mother of stolen child
They say their saving the children
But from what
NOTHING that’s what
They say their helping our children
But oh no their helping themselves to our children OUR children
Trying to eradicate us make us white
Help no not in a million years
Taken away with my younger brothers
We were put in a home
They put us on TV
But they never filmed me only my constantly smiling brothers
They try to conceal the truth of what happened
But I will reveal the truth
They will know who the true savages are I swear
We’re told to take the children away
They say it will help the children
But the parent’s and children’s screaming make me think otherwise
The crying too
I asked to general the general if we could be diplomatic
But he says the savages won’t communicate
But what can I do to persuade an entire civilization
I need help but from where… where?
They call us black
They take our children
We hide them
They threaten for their location
Some are thinking of giving in
But not me no not me never
My life is a mess
My soul is crush
My body is bound
I want freedom for my sons freedom is my freedom
His pain is my pain
Free me and I will praise you
My kids gone
Love gone people take what’s not theirs.
People stealing what mine.
Helping is another word for its better, tears enough for a glass of water.
Cry like a sea. Monsters…Monsters they are.
Doing what’s right? Thick in the brain is what they are.
Mother, Father and brother help me
People ran in took me away
Put me with white fellas
Life is hard
I was different when white people took me
It’s like a prison
Can’t wait till TOMARA
He told us to
Not our fault
It’s his entire fault
We thought we were doing the right thing
They say we should pay
Maybe we should
I could give them back
But I want my job
We are doing the right thing right
It’s good for our country
Still making up my mind is this good or not
They will have a great life right?
They will have what they need yes?