Term 1 Issue 2

Monday, 4 March 2019

Calendar of Coming Events

March

01 Parade 4 Newsletter 4-5 Leadership Camp—Aviv 10 P&C Working

Bee—veggie garden area

15 Parade

Dear Parents Last week I spent two days at the Biennial State School Principal’s Conference. Our Director General Tony Cook asked the question “How do we create a system in which every student is understood, engaged and successful at school, going on to live a life of choice, not a life of chance?”. As I listened I considered our school at Mount Nebo and felt very positive.

Students at Mount Nebo are lucky to have caring, interested parents who take a keen interest in their learning. Their teachers follow the Australian Curriculum and have high expectations of them. Students have opportunities to be curious and question. We have a balanced approach to learning where students are encouraged to be active and to play. Forest School is an amazing time where students make choices with their learning and have time for reflection in this space.

The importance of play and being active, was highlighted by more than one educator. In my short time at Mount Nebo I have been excited to see students learning through play and spending their lunch times actively roaming within the outdoor setting. Lastly, the importance of ‘sleep’ was discussed. Having a balance was another important message.

This week Aviv will be attending the Leadership Camp at Samford State School for two days. As he has to work on a project, it was suggested that one of our Year 5’s attend with him. In this instance, Dakota has been selected to attend the camp as his buddy. Throughout the year, it is my intention for all of our Year 5’s to have opportunities in leadership. I hope the boys enjoy their experience.

On Sunday we will hold our first working bee for the year. I hope many parents and families will be able to attend and make a difference to our grounds.

Last fortnight I put in some links to curriculum documents. They seem to become jumbled in with the Every Day counts. Please see them below or type in the link. I think you’ll find them useful.

http://docs.acara.edu.au/resources/Information_for_parents_Foundation_year.pdf

http://docs.acara.edu.au/resources/Information_for_parents_years_1_-_2.pdf

http://docs.acara.edu.au/resources/Information_for_parents_years_3_-_4.pdf

http://docs.acara.edu.au/resources/Information_for_parents_years_5_-_6.pdf

These resources give everyone a good outline of the concepts covered by teachers throughout 2019.

Have a great fortnight

Robyn

Prep—Year 2 We have a few visitors in our classroom at the moment, four baby chickens and some tadpoles. We have been exploring the concept of the four basic needs of animals and plants ( air, water, food and shelter). Next week we will be looking at what are the features of a living thing.

In HASS we are studying growing and changing. We have discussed the tadpoles and chickens and now I would like to feature each child's journey to this point. Would each of you be able to email me four photos of your child from birth through to now. Also a family photo and a photo of any significant others that are part of your family net work e.g. Grandparents.

I hope your week is great. We are having such fun in the classroom.

Our week in the lower school – Prep - 2 Our week in the lower school – Prep - 2

Monday Forest School – Meet in Prep-2 Room

Homework Due. Place in box.

Library Borrowing

Tuesday

Perceptual Motor Program (PMP)

Phys Ed: Mrs Derwin

Music : Mrs Stewart

Wednesday

Perceptual Motor Program

Thursday

Dancing – Miss Healion

Visual Arts – Miss Healion

Chinese – Mrs Dean

Friday

Parade – Odd weeks

Shared writing with the upper school on the

other week.

YEARS 3-6 Writing

With daily writing on the agenda, students have been creating some interesting stories. Here are two stories which have been published.

The burning hot day

It was a burning hot day and I went out and saw the sun. It was a lot bigger and every day it had been falling into the earth. And every day it had been getting hotter and hotter until it touched the earth. There had to be every single fire truck in the world to try to put this giant fire ball out. But they just ended up catching on fire and everyone laughed because it was a fire truck and it caught on fire. Get it?! “He, he, he, he, he, he.” Anyway, cars were on fire, house were burning down until a big red balloon with an irkin face on it put out the fire out. By Ismael Anatomy

I lived in an old rundown house concealed from humanity by snaking prickly vines and overgrown with weeds. It was extremely cheap, costing about $200. Despite the external view, it was actually quite nice inside, which caused me constantly to wonder why it was sold at such a low price.

That day I was strolling in the woods next to it. That day I was haunted. That time, 3:00 in the morning, this place, around the central area of the woods, is what keeps me forever wary. Because of what happened next.

I came across an exceedingly strange sight. A wooden door black with mould in a circle of trees. Bizarre, how it lead nowhere, just simply standing there as if it went to a pool of nothingness.

And then I did something I regret. I opened the door, it creaking eerily, and ran inside.

I opened my eyes, rubbing shards of wood and splinters from my dusty body. I stood up, shaking door debris from my jeans and shirt. I heard a slimy thump and felt something ooze onto my foot and then my vision cleared, and what I saw startled me immensely.

I was in a house, not mine, but a shiny floored clean piece of Halloween style. A massive curling stairwell revealed a dark, webbed room with torn curtains on a grimy window. It was a colossus of creepy furniture, animal heads, crooked skulls and a taxidermied human, which startled me in a jump scare, its hollow eye holes staring icily ahead, with no expression.

I wasn’t the sort of frightened causing you to scream and flee, but the type causing you to remain still and silent, keeping close eye contact with what haunts you. But what haunted me wasn’t like anything you could imagine. Because staring at me was the strangest being ever to exist.

Standing there was a combination of inside out body parts. Intestines gurgling and bubbling as they repulsively digested their food. My eyes were forced to pay attention to what was being acidified in there. The image came to my skull as a skull, and I screamed out in terror.

This cannibalising revulsion of external – internal parts began to broth and growl. A sudden bubbling noise erupted volcanically from its mouth revealing pure skin instead of a damp cavernous space of tastebuds and tonsils.

This horrible creature must’ve been turned inside out, fixated on homicide by whatever killed the regular human deep inside it.

Its mouth slowly fell open like a creaking trapdoor. Its morbidly disgusting skin – oesophagus began sucking wind all around me creating a stench inflicted breeze that began pulling me in like a tornado.

YEARS 3-6 continued I suddenly remembered a news report that happened yesterday. It had said that an innocent being perished under mysterious circumstances. It also gave away his appearance in colour. A man with a dragon tattoo etched across his chest. He was wearing a green singlet, his skin was pale and his hair a striking black.

As black as the black I blacked out into.

I forced my eyes open, blinking rapidly to reduce the spiralling blurriness of my vision. I was surging through a cylindrical valve holding pale walls the colour of the ‘missing man’s’ skin, weird. Then, I noticed something odd. The walls in which I streamed through held a pattern.

Black etchings quickly drifted past me. And the image hit me like a waft of sulphur. A dragon, smothered in clouds of orange, fiery smoke, its eyes turned red with evil.

Finally, I reached the vortex of the tail. It wasn’t just the image that hit my mind at terrific speed, but a thought, a peculiar, bizarre thought that I knew was true.

This was the missing man and I was inside him, or outside him, whichever way you thought about it. He had been turned inside out by something demonic. Something so satanic I just couldn’t believe in it. I just hoped like heck I’d never come across it. But for every piece of horror there has to be more.

Let’s just say for now I violated my brain and everything went black, again.

By Aviv