This video is about me explaining what I enjoyed and definitely remember from primary school
Okay, so you think this is going to start down Memory Lane on my first day of school. Or the first camp I went to. Or the first teacher I had. No. this is going to start where it all ends. Or where we think it ends. So let me start by telling you that my time at Moonee Ponds Primary School has been…well, nobody could have asked for better. Mishaps came along the way, but I can definitely tell you that there were more great days than bad.
You don’t realise it at first, but school teaches you some of the most important things in life. Yes, I agree, knowing your times tables and remembering to put a full stop at the end of a sentence is important. But there are other things that are more important. Love, friendship. And friendship is what I have learnt at Moonee Ponds.
I feel that I have learnt lots about friendships and got to know my friends. In my group we understand each other and respect each other the way we are. We accept each other. We are always there for each other and help and talk about our problems. Being at school has helped me develop friendships strong enough that I will most likely cry on the last day of term. Friendships strong enough to stay together once we depart Moonee Ponds Primary School forever.
I think that primary school has also helped me find what I like doing and discover the topics and subjects I am interested in. Since grade 3, I have always been interested in science, especially in space and the universe. Just to think that there is so much out there that we don’t even know. The curiosity of humans goes further and further every day because in this case, knowledge is power. Do we have to have a reason why? Why do we want to know? Who knows? Will we ever know? The fascination of what’s out there just makes me so curious. And some day, I want to be somebody, discover what’s out there and the mystery of the universe. Although I never learnt about astronomy in school I learnt chemistry, my other most favourite topic in science.
Trying Gala sports for the first time last year has made a big impact and decision on one of the things I would like to do in high school. When I first played softball, it was difficult, but overtime I learnt the rules and became a better player, because as you all should know, practice makes perfect. This year I stepped up to become the captain of the softball team. It was a new experience for me but I had fun the whole way through.
The main role that I have taken up that has boosted my confidence and made me a better public speaker was definitely being school captain. It was a big role for me to take on but I learnt so much along the way that it definitely changed me in the way I act and speak. Before I took up the role, I used to get really nervous but now I can get up and talk in front of an audience. Although, as far as nervous goes, that feeling doesn’t go away every time you do an assembly. But each time it does gets easier.
So this speech didn’t include my first day of school, although I remember it, or the first camp I went to, although that was fun, and it didn’t include my teacher I had in prep either. It started where it all ends. Or where we think it ends. Where we think we stop seeing our friends and do more homework. But it doesn’t end. Because this is the beginning of something new.
It began at the stroke of midnight with no explanation. It was just out of the blue. No one expected it. But I knew it was coming.
Old Mr. Gibbs had warned me two nights before. I hadn’t acted quickly enough. I just thought it was some myth or fairy tale, but on that enchanted night as a full moon rose, the attackers just kept on coming, terrifying the town’s people, their screams drowning out the groans of the dead. Hardly anyone survived, but the few that did sensed the presence of a strong, dangerous creature. Strong magically though, not physically. Strength that belonged to a dark, dark creature, with the power to wake the dead.
I knew as this being rose out of the ground and the pale, pale eyes shone in the moonlight, that this was a Necromancer. A dark being…with a dark purpose.
Life was perfect. I had friends, I had family. Back in Perth, life was wonderful. Now it’s as if it’s all fallen apart. Ever since we moved, mum and dad have been too busy with work. I hardly ever get time with them at all, and when I do I feel as if nothing ever changed. I wish it could be like that more often. But everything has changed. And it’s as if nothing will ever be the same again.
It started Wednesday, my first day of school in Sydney. New faces, new teachers and hopefully new friends. I was really excited but kind of nervous too. The usual feelings on someone’s first day. I walked proudly through the school gates, a big smile on my face. There were children on the playground and walking on the asphalt. So far, I liked the look of this school. I walked towards my classroom and set my books on my desk, the bell rang and in came the teacher.
I have to say…pretty boring first lesson.
I filled my lunch tray in the cafeteria and ended up sitting on my own. Nobody noticed me. Nobody came and sat next to me. It seemed as if everyone already had their own friends. I wondered if there was someone else like me in the world, no friends, all alone. An old memory found its way into my stream of thoughts. It seemed as if my old home and the sycamore tree was something that never even existed. I remember sitting under the shade of it with my grandma, as she retold stories from when she played around the railway tracks when she was a kid. I thought back to movie nights I had with my parents. I remember ice creams and sleepovers with my friends. How I miss my friends.
When the bell rang for home time I quickly gathered up my books and walked home, alone. Mum was in the kitchen when I got there.
“So, how was your first day?” she asked.
I start up the stairs.
“It was fine mum,” I call back. I turn away from her.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she seems concerned.
“Um…”I paused. A moment to talk to mum sounded so good. A moment to tell her what I felt about school and about moving. But my head declines my heart and I blurt out:
“No mum, don’t worry. Anyway, I got homework I need to do.”
“On the first day?” she responded, confused.
“Oh yeah! You know with all those strict teachers and stuff.” I walked up the last step, went into my bedroom and collapsed on my bed. I turned over and looked up at the ceiling. I sighed.
Why me? Why do I have to be the one with no friends? I turn over and sob silently into my pillow. I feel so alone and lonely, like no one likes me. Like no one cares for me. Like I don’t exist. It hurts. I’m not used to having no friends. Maybe it hurts so much because I’m not used to it. But my hopes are high. Tomorrow will be a great day.
The same thing…for 3 days after. No one talked to me at all. Except for the nice lady at the cafeteria. On Fridays, she always gives me a double serve on chips. That’s nice, I guess. But it’s a bit embarrassing thinking that my only friend at my brand new school is part of the staff.
One Thursday lunchtime, after I tipped the remnants of my lunch into the rubbish bin I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I feel like the only person in the world without friends.
The first time I saw her she looked really upset. I can relate to that. At my other school, I was bullied. But when I came here, I found friends fast. I guess it’s different for Autumn. I do try to talk to her though. But each time I try and come up to her she walks away. As if she knows I’m coming. As if she actually WANTS to be alone. I know no one does (except for when my little brother annoys me when I need to do my homework). But I really want to be her friend. I talked to mum and dad about it and they said that I shouldn’t try to be her friend. They said that it was her problem that she’s alone. I was a bit taken aback, so I decided not to mention it again.
I’ve talked about it to Willow and Emma too, who have been my best friends almost as soon as I met them here. I told them that I’ve kind of been watching Autumn. Emma’s response was:
And Willow just said:
“Maybe she wants to be by herself.”
I ignored Emma’s remark and replied simply to Willow’s:
“I’ve told you guys before. She just looks so sad all the time, that I know she DEFINITLY wants a friend…or friend-z.”
I had no idea why, but I had made it my mission to talk to Autumn and to be her friend. I think it’s because I just don’t like seeing people by themselves.
Three days in the first week that Autumn attended our school I didn’t get a single chance to talk to her. She stayed out of people’s way. But after lunchtime on Thursday afternoon, I saw her walking off into the girls’ bathroom. This was my chance I guess.
“Where are you going?” Emma asked as I stood up from my table. I raised my eyebrows in response.
I made my way over to the bathroom, straight after Autumn. This, was the moment of truth.
I was crying with my eyes buried into my knees when I heard someone come in.
“Hello?” a voice called. “Are you okay?”
I didn’t say anything, but stayed quiet.
“Do you want me to get a teacher?” the voice asked again.
“No I’m alright thanks,” I quickly said. I wiped the tears from my eyes. I stood up and unlocked the door.
Standing outside my door was a girl about the same age as me, with shoulder length blonde hair and radiant blue eyes.
“Hi, I’m September,” she said.
“Autumn,” I responded.
“Sorry but I happened to come in and I heard you crying. You sounded really upset.”
“Well,” I started. “I’ve been here for almost a week and I haven’t got any friends.” (I decided not to mention the cafeteria lady.) “I’ve just moved from Perth to here and I miss my old friends and my grandma and…”
I started crying again. September patted me on the back.
“It’s okay Autumn, I can be your friend.”
She guided me back into the cafeteria. The last five words September mentioned were ringing in my head.
I can be your friend.
I smiled. A small but happy smile. I felt something inside. A spark of happiness. For the first time since I moved, I could have never felt better.
Behind The News – This clip was called: Bloopers (Clip Released: 01/12/2015)
- To be a BTN reporter you have to really know what you’re talking about
- It’s a new experience because you may have to film in all different kinds of places e.g. a part of one BTN was filmed in the toilet
- You really have fun and enjoy yourself being a BTN reporter
- It’s fun because watching BTN clip proved to me that the reporters had fun
- you have to do a lot of research to make sure that ALL of your facts are correct
- Do the BTN reporters tend to learn a lot about the happenings in the world?
Click here to watch the video ‘Bloopers’.