Technology - Bridges 2012

Pics by Anne Bizinos.

Knysna Camp 2011

Pics by Anne Bizinos

Marine Week - SAMREC 2011

Marine Week 17th to 21st October 2011 was held at SAMREC in the Cape Receife Reserve.
Various societies and government departments spoke to the children about conserving the environment.

Pics by Anne Bizinos

My Story

Hello, my name is Sierra and I'm six years old. I am like any other kid. I love to sing, dance, jump rope and swim. I'm perfectly normal, except I have a brain tumor. It's growing slowly but surely and the doctors said I have little chance of survival.

I try to spend my time wisely; I go to parks, to shows and on hikes, but that's a bit more difficult now that my parents are divorced. My dad left us a year ago when he found out about the brain tumor. My mother and father started arguing about expenses and hospital fees... Then he left and it was all my fault.

If I hadn't gotten the tumor in the first place, my parents wouldn't have argued, we wouldn't have had to pay all the medical bills, my dad wouldn't have left us and we would be a happy family.

My mother has a new boyfriend, Barry. Barry is really generous and sweet, but since he started dating my mom, I've spent less time with her.

Sometimes when Barry visits, I get a bit jealous, so I run away from home for the day. Of course my mother doesn't even notice that I'm not in the house. I pack some snacks, leave the house and I run. I just run and run until the wind is under my feet and the sweet breeze is in my face. I run and run and when I'm finally there, I stop.

I stop at the most magical place on earth. Not many people are familiar with the area because it is on the edge of town. It's a small grassy field with one big tree in the middle. I climb the tree until I get to my branch.I sit there and eat some snacks and I think. Sometimes I think so hard that all my thoughts spill out and next thing I know, I'm telling the clouds, birds and butterflies my story and thoughts.

Just as the wind washes away my thoughts, time washes away my life.

Emma Fourie

Cleanup at Schoenmakerskop

The Grade 7's did a clean up at  Schoenmakerskop and played games like Duck, Duck goose. Iit was a lot of fun......!

Pics by Brenda Schoeman.

Animal Welfare

Pics by Brenda Schoeman.

Communication

The way I see it, is that we haven't completely lost the ability to communicate, it's just not necessary anymore!

It's becoming more and more difficult to compete against technology. It is taking over everything. Almost every person has a cellphone so it isn't necessary to have a face-toface conversation anymore.

Families don't sit down at the dinner table anymore, they don't spend enough time together all because they either are too busy or they don't care. People have started noticing that every generation that goes by is getting lazier than the previous generation. Children don't play outside anymore. They sit in front of a TV screen. Their spelling and grammar is becoming worse due to short messaging systems.

No, we haven't lost the ability to communicate yet, but we are soon on our way. When was the last time you called an old friend and had coffee with them instead of emailing them? How long ago was the last time you really sat down as a family and spent quality time together? Do you remember the last time you visited your family instead of just calling and asking how they were doing? Many people say they don't have time, but that's not true! They just don't make time. Think about that the next time you say you are too busy to go and sit down and drink some coffee with friends or family...

Sumien van Zyl

SARA

She was taken. I watched her leave. Those big trucks scared me to death, but the really sad thing was that it was all because of one word, an identification. Sara was Jewish.

The truck left at precisely 10:05  on Monday the 10th of January, 1941. She didn't know where she was going, and why they were leaving.

They took them to a camp where they worked all day, every day. They got one piece of bread a day, to share with five people, and no water at all.

Familiar faces in the camp started disappearing, and were never seen again. People thought they were transported to another camp. They wore terrible clothes like pyjama suits, and their hair was shaved so if anyone tried to escape people knew that person was a Jew.

There were no toilets, so everyone was forced to go to the toilet outside, in public. They had to sleep in beds which had no bedding and more than three people were forced to sleep in one single bed.

One day, early in the morning while Sara was sleeping, they were woken up by an official, who sent them to be chained together (by foot).

They walked into a big cloakroom, where they were told to remove all items of clothing. Then they walked into another room, standing waiting. They had no clue what was going to happen. The door slammed and bolted. They heard a noise and looked up at a man with a huge mask. He put a contraption through the hole in the roof, and out came gas... and there was no way out!

Jodi Goldberg

The Future Me

I see myself under bright lights
Working days & working nights
Unconcious people hoping to be alright
Standing for hours in scrubs and tights.
A beating heart. Oh, what a sight!
I will focus with all my might.
To fix this patient's desperate plight
Will be the ultimate delight!
My calling seems to be the Medical type...
I know it will certainly excite...

by Zaakirah Dudhia

Kouga Dam 2011

Pics by Petro Petratos