GHS LOGO SCHOOL ARCHIVES

1987


TIME CAPSULE

PRINCIPAL'S MESSAGE

As I reflect on 1987, there is one very significant occurrence which attracts my attention. This is the greatly increased proportion of the 1986 Year 10 students who entered Year 11. It is obvious that there is a state-wide trend for increasing numbers to complete six years of secondary education.

Society at large is placing pressure for this to happen. The change is exemplified and will be hastened by the decision to scrap the School Certificate from 1988 and replace it with the Certificate of Secondary Education. This Certificate will be issued to all students who leave school after the age of fifteen and will be issued to Year 12 students sitting for the Higher School Certificate, just prior to that examination.

This change effectively eliminates the idea that the end of Year 10 is a significant terminating point for the education of a large number of students. The reaction of employers to this is yet to be seen. What effect it will have on apprenticeships is yet unknown, particularly when they can start, and most do start with sixteen year old students who finish Year 10.

What is known is that jobs for Year 10 leavers are becoming very difficult to find. Employers are demanding that school leavers are more mature and better qualified than ever before.

The change in the Federal Government's policy on unemployment relief has placed increased pressure on young people to remain at school.

Most of those additional students returning to school for Year 12 are the less able students who could once find jobs readily. This implies significant changes to the education system for seniors in the future. At present some schools are heavily committed to O.A.S courses and others use these in combination with Board courses for the "Alternate HSC". Nobody is sure what changes need to be made to the curriculum for senior students to allow the less able to cope.

Only one thing is for certain. All students who return to Year 11 should understand that they are there to study and to work hard. Not to do so is simply wasting their time and thw time of their teachers, using valuable resources and interfering with the educational progress of those students who are serious about their studies.

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GHS STAFF

Front Row (from left): Mr Bamford, Mrs Signor, Mr Phillips, Miss Pearce, Mr Rule, Mr Hirst, Mr Ashford, Mr McMillan, Mr Robinson, Miss Crawford
Second Row: Miss Oliver, Miss Berton, Miss McMahon, Miss Klinger, Mr Annett, Miss Gardener, Mrs Cox, Miss Gray, Miss Cross, Mr Baird
Third Row: Mr Addison, Mrs Lonergan, Miss Bramley, Mr Paris, Miss Wood, Mr Frith, Mr Brand, Mrs Singh, Mr Harvey, Mrs Tarr, Mr Simm, Ms Laurens, Mr Hillery, Mr Mitchell
Back Row: Mrs Eamens, Mrs Davis, Mrs Allen, Mrs Renno, Mr Jones, Mr Brown, Mr Fordham, Mr McGuire, Mr Thompson, Mr Bell, Mr Dufty, Mr Britt, Mr Wallace, Mr Leaver

STAFF DIRECTORY

Principal: Mr J. Hirst
Deputy Principal: Mr R. Rule

English: Mr J. Sim (Head Teacher)

History: Mr R. Phillips (Head Teacher)

Modern Languages: Mrs G. Signor

Mathematics: Mr J. McMillan (Head Teacher)

Library: J. Allen

Science: Mr G. Bamford (Head Teacher)

Social Science: Mr J. Addison

Music: Miss S. Davidge

Industrial Arts: Mr D. Ashford (Head Teacher)

Sports Master: Mr M. Jones

Sports Mistress: Miss Wood

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SCHOOL CAPTAINS

Justin Moretto and Diane Snow

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STUDENT COUNCIL

Teresa Barbriotto, Steven Giacomelli, Craig Knox, Mark Meehan, Robert Montagnino, Justin Moretto (C), Lisa Moylan, Louise Schaefer, Diane Snow (C), Michael Thorpe, Gillian Whiting

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STUDENT WORK

LOVE IS GRAND
By Bronwen Cleathero (Yr 9)

Love is grand,
It has been since time began.
Just when you think you've had it outsmarted
You find your lover has departed.
But never fear, never worry,
You'll find another but never hurry.
Love, love is a fickle thing
It'll make you want to cry
It'll make you want to sing.
In the end you'll say
Love, love is grand.

'DAT WHITE FELLA'
By Richard Ruiz Diaz (Yr 10)

Dat White fella
He accuses me of murda
He thinks of me as dirt
He come here
And take da land right outa unda me feet.
He says we waste da land,
But we only live offa it.
He digs it up,
Puts little things in it,
He calls seeds.
When dees seeds grow,
He kills 'em
He cuts dem down,
He then gets us ta shake
Dis dead grass.
He says he own us
But we don't dink so.
He gibs us his food
It is YUK!
He gets us ta go
Ta his church,
He says it's good for us
But we don't dink so.

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