Founder Times Issue 2

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Remote Learning Is Better Than Learning At School

I absolutely disagree that remote Finally, there is no playground! Stu-
learning is better than going to dents will have nothing to climb and
school. Remote learning has no jump on like the pole that you climb up
friends, no teachers and no play- and down. There will also be no
ground! places to play outside and to play
games on like the monkey bars I used
Firstly, there are no friends at remote to swing across them with my friends.
learning, thereʼs never any friends to Thereʼs no playground equipment at
play with you can only text call or remote learning so students canʼt jump
email them. You can talk to friends around on a playground. I also like
not on devices at school, but you the slide. Youʼre not allowed on a
canʼt talk face to face in remote learn- playground outside of school because
ing. It can get kind of boring without youʼre not allowed at the park. Do
friends to talk to and play with at you want students to not have a play-
recess for students. Do you want kids ground?
to be bored? There wonʼt be any
friends to play with! I miss my friends. Those are three reasons why normal
school is better than remote learning
Furthermore, there are no teachers at thereʼs no friends, no teachers and no
remote learning. With no teachers it playground!
will always be hard for students to
understand their schoolwork. Without We must go back to normal school!
teachers there arenʼt any jokes in
learning thereʼs just sadness in remote Written by Riley Cadwell
learning. Remote learning schoolwork
is also terrible because, the teachers
make learning fun at school and
remote learning does not have teach-
ers to make the kids laugh.

ʻPromise to
Blow Bubblesʼ

By Faith Gigliotti

ʻWhen Balloons
Flyʼ By Faith Gigliotti

ʻWelcome to
Plastic Oceanʼ

By Justice Chinamaringa

ʻStop Polution!ʼ

By Christian Georgiev

creative

05w r i t i n g

The Show Must Go On "Two households, both alike in digni-
ty," the Narrator said. "In fair
Red, velvety curtain. It surrounded Verona, where we lay our scene,
me. But it was not a threat. It was From ancient grudge break to new
something I agreed to. Many a Mac- mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil
beth or Romeo had been in my hands unclean..."
place. And now, this would be the
crowning moment of my future A rusting sound of chains was heard
career. If this went well, of course. above me. Suddenly...

I heard from behind the babbling of SHATTER! CRASH! BANG! Shock
others. overcame the audience. Everything
became angled to me, as I slowly
"We need some last-minute adjust- turned around. A stage light the size
ments on Tybalt's suit!" of a big dog made a giant hole in
the floor.
"Oh, you look fabulous, darling!"
"Oi!" the owner of the theatre shout-
"Darn! Spotlights number four, six ed. "Tha's expensive wood! You're
and seven aren't working!" payin' me for dat!"

Oh, no. Why does something always "No," the director rebuked. "The
have to go wrong? Well, as they say, show must go on!"
the show must go on!
Knowing there's nothing he could
"We are on in five, four, three..." the do, the owner backed away slowly,
voice of the director sounded. afraid of the former Olympian who
is my director.
I could almost taste the chattering of
the audience screech to a halt, as the The Narrator continued.
curtains arose.
"From forth the fatal loins of these
Alright, let's do this. two foes, a pair of star-cross'd lovers
take their life; whose misadventured
piteous overthrows do with their
death bury their parents' str—"

He screamed. And now, I could see I opened my eyes. I was on the floor,
why. sweating like a pig. It was the voice
of Juliet.
A lightning strike had barely missed
the audience, starting a blaze in the "You had a panic attack and faint-
back. ed."

"Er..." Juliet butted in. "Don't look She looked beautiful as ever.
behind you!"
"Y- y- yeah, I'm alright." I said as I
As if by magic, the audience suc- got up, just in time to watch the cur-
cumbed to curiousity. You could hear tain rise.
the collective scream from the other
side of the world! But, there was one "I don't think I'll have panic attacks
voice that did not scream. anymore."

"The show must go on!" The director Written by Stefan Jelincic
shouted.

Groans were heard amongst the cast
and stage crew. However, the big-
gest groan came from the Narrator.

"You know what?" he said. "I quit!
This job is too much for me, and I
don't even get paid! Narrator, out!"

He walked away. And might I say,
that was good timing, too.

Almost like on command, a horde of
black rats flowed like a river towards
the stage. By then, only a single
member of the audience remained,
and she was enjoying every bit of it.
And that person was my older sister.
Her laugh was engulfed by scream-
ing. The screaming of everyone else.

And then, my senses blacked out.
Every sense except hearing. And I
could hear a voice.

"Romeo? Romeo? Are you OK?" it
said.

Poverty Written by

P eople donʼt realise that poverty can Rebeca Siqueira

be changed with just a few actions by
the fortunate.

O nly the worst of people will assume

that they have done the worst of
things to be stuck in poverty, but it is
normally because of other people.

V arying of reasons as to why people

are stuck in poverty and nobody

shares the same experiences.

E ven poverty can strike on the

wealthy with just one misstep.

R emembering those who have fought

and lost to poverty and we will never

forget the

T wenty thousand that die each year Tomorrow

due to poverty and children as young Can you imagine
as one If you died tomorrow?
Can you imagine
Y ears old lose the battle against it. All the things you'd let go?

All the things you won't do?
All the people you won't meet?
All the smiles you won't bring?
All the tears you won't weep?

All the thoughts you won't share?
All the talents you won't sow?
All the dreams you won't chase?
All the places you won't go?

Written by Please don't hold back
There's nothing to fear
Andee Tham Why miss things tomorrow
When they're already here?

Look Up A Song

I looked up and saw a cloudless sky; Let us forge a melody
Just endless blue From the thrum of guitar strings
A background swatch in three dimen- and the whistle of flute notes
sions and the tinkle of piano keys
A shapeless dome
Empty space pumped full of azure Now for the beat
Bumping from the bellies
I looked up and saw a sunset; of great broad drums
All shifting warmth and dying embers Or our hands and feet
A dissolved rainbow stretched across
time Pull in a harmony
A goodbye kiss A layer of resonance
A farewell that promises reunion Bouncing on the beat
Skimming into the melody
I looked up and saw a night sky;
Black peppered with white Tie it with a voice
Stars---behemoths pressed into pin- A breath of air
pricks by endless depth A vibrato
A world of dark and light---nothing A song for all to enjoy
and everything
Absence to bring wonder Written by

I looked up and saw a sunrise; Andee Tham
Red-hot purifying to white glare
A shy hello revealing an angel's eye
A promise fulfilled
The birth of life

Written by

Andee Tham

Reflection on Genius Hour

I thought the idea of Genius Hour was
very good. I thought it would be great
for everyone, and I still do! I was look-
ing forward to this new project because I
love doing stuff that is just based around
me. But the more I thought about it, the
more I thought it was almost a waste of
time. Thinking about it sounds really in-
teresting, but when you get deeper into
it, it just felt useless. This was my experi-
ence, at least. I really enjoyed thinking
about what I was going to do and how I
was going to do it. However, the biggest
challenge was when I was going to do it.
When I finished it, I didnʼt feel accom-
plished. I just felt relieved, because when
it was finished I looked back and didnʼt
really see the point in it. When I heard
we had to do a second one, I was
speechless. In my eyes, it just seemed
like another thing to put on top of all the
other work. But this is all just my opinion
and my journey throughout the genius
hour project.

Written by Adrian Gorsevski

06a r t w o r k s

By

Isabelle
Kluchkovsky

ʻBlack and White Fenceʼ

By Rachael Cho

0s c4i e9n/1c 0eʻWhere does

plastic go?ʼ

w e e kBy Nikita Gorsevski

ʻNo Strings Attachedʼ

By Shania Tavageri

ʻFlowersʼ

By Luana Siqueira

ʻRealising the Creationʼ by Zoe Mannil

07p h o t o g r a p h y

ʻSunsetʼ by Rachael Cho

ʻLone Fishermanʼ

by Andee Tham

ʻSunset Pierʼ

by Andee Tham

ʻA Path to Anywhereʼ by Andee Tham