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Last Blog Post

Since I’m finishing primary school, and this is a school blog, the teachers will be taking away my administration rights for this blog. That means that while the blog will probably still be visible online, I won’t be controlling it and I wont be able to receive any comments or post any new content. I will be continuing a blog, because I may need one for high school next year, and I also want to be able to look back on my primary school work when I’m older. The link to my new blog is:


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Valedictory Speech

As a part of finishing primary school, all the year 6 students were required to write and present a valedictory speech. Brynn’s speech was chosen as the best way to sum up 7 years at MPPS, so she got to read out her speech at the graduation ceremony. Here is my valedictorian speech:

Hello year 6s, parents and teachers. Welcome to Year 6 graduation for 2017.


I’m Ella, and I’m the Valedictorian for tonight. I’m up here representing every single one of the graduates, saying our thankyous and our goodbyes.

Wow. What a journey primary school has been. We have grown, learned and developed so much within the walls of Moonee Ponds Primary School. We’ve made it from Prep, when we were MPCS, all the way to year 6, where we are proudly representing MPPS. Every single day that we have spent in the classrooms, working hard, has led up to tonight. Graduation.


We wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for the wonderful MPPS community. Teachers, parents, and of course the students! Learning wouldn’t be possible without our teachers. They have taught us everything that we will need to know next year, and have prepared us for life. Pretty much nothing would be possible without our supportive parents. They have put up with us through the years, and given us the support, help and motivation that we have needed. And last but definitely not least, our fellow graduates. Although teachers do most of the teaching, our friends and classmates have taught us so many social skills and shaped us into who we are today. Thank you to the MPPS community for helping us develop and learn.


So many memories have been created here. Excursions, camps, there have been countless times when we have just gotten together as a group and had a laugh. I’m sure no one can forget the huge storm on year 3 camp that seemed to come out of nowhere. When we look back on that crazy day at Camp Currumbene, we can share lots of stories and memories.  And when the ‘alien’ came to the school in prep, and how we actually believed it was real!? We can all look back on how small and cute we were, and see how much we have changed. Some more recent memories, for example, Camp Bridgewater. I’m sure that we can all remember the talent show and that long walk up that huge hill that exhausted us.

We’ve had our 3 school fetes over the years, and participated in 3 school productions at the Clocktower.

Loads of memories have been made here. It’s going to be hard to leave.



Every single one of us year 6s is different, unique and special in our own way. We have all contributed to making our primary school experience different. This cohort of kids is incredible; Indigo, and her passion for reading. Ty, who is so fast and has gotten our school into divisionals and regionals many times. Martin and Nicholas, for their love of computers and technology. It would take way too long for me to name everyone’s unique passion- we could go on all night.

Tonight, we graduate. 7 years of school, all leading to this one night. The night where we say goodbye to this wonderful school, and take so many precious memories of it with us. We have grown so much here at Moonee Ponds Primary School. But as we go to high school, we are going to get so many opportunities to do the things we are really passionate about. So I’m going to end my speech with a quote from Dr Seuss.

‘You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.’



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Reflection on 2017

2017 has been the of the best years of primary school. The friendships I have made, and all the fun things that the year 6s have done have made this year unforgettable.


The most memorable thing for me was Cape Bridgewater Costal Camp. It was very early in the year, so I had the chance to make friends that I am now very close to. It was a lot of fun; we did surfing, snorkeling, sandboarding, abseiling, archery and lots more. I had so much fun, because I tried lots of new things and pushed myself out of my comfort zone. There were a few bad things about camp; how they put carrot and broccoli on the pizza, and how we were only allowed to go up to our knees in the ocean. But all these things made camp so special, and it was a great experience.


One of the best things I participated in was Winter Sports. I played netball with my friends. Even though our team lost every single game, it was still a fun way to become closer with my teammates and we were always optimistic. Another thing like Winter Sports was SEPEP. We played soccer against other teams in the 5/6 cohort. My team lost nearly every game, and we stayed at the bottom of the leaderboard for the whole season. But even though we were the lowest scoring team, we still had fun and it was a good unit.


The Public Transport Challenge is an annual thing that the year 5/6s do. We get into groups of about 8 and travel around an area on Public Transport. This year we went around Moonee Valley, and I was in a group with many of my friends. We came 4th out of all the groups, so we were proud of ourselves. Our chances of coming first were kind of jeopardized when there was a road accident and the trams and trains in the area were cancelled. We ended up taking a bus. We had to run back to school from the bus stop, and only made it with 30 seconds until the deadline. But the day was really fun, and we learned lots about public transport as well as teamwork.


The thing about this year that will probably stick with me the most was the preparation for year 6 graduation. It was so fun to try to trick the year 5s into thinking that we were doing Food Tech instead of learning the dance, but eventually they found out. It was fun to prepare for graduation because it was something that we were all excited for.


Saying goodbye to primary school will be very hard. I have spent 7 years at the school and it’s going to be sad to let it go. All the friends that I have made and the memories I have created have made my primary school experience amazing. But when I go to high school, I know that I’ll make more friends and get so many more opportunities to learn and do things that I’m passionate about. This final year has been so good, and I’m thankful for Moonee Ponds Primary School letting me make this year one of my best.

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Book Review- Lion by Saroo Brierley

I liked this book because I like the genre (which is adventure). It was a true story about a little boy who gets lost in India. The whole story is about how Saroo (the little boy) finds his way back home. My favourite part of the book was when Saroo found his family. I liked it because it was a nice way to end the story, seeing that the whole story was about his journey. One of the book’s strengths is how the author made it very easy to relate to. Pretty much all readers can understand something that Saroo is going through, even if it is as small as being lost somewhere like a supermarket. In some of the chapters, around about the middle of the book, the story was very slow. Not much happened, so it was a bit boring. Overall, I think the book was quite good. It had a good story-line and it was interesting. As I said, it was a bit boring at times, but that is just my opinion. I give this book a rating of 7.5/10.

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Joy Poem

Joy at the sound of the meow of my cat

Joy at the sight of him sitting on my lap

Joy at the feeling of jumping into the pool

Joy at the water on my skin, nice and cool

Joy at the sound as the school bell goes

Joy at taking off my shoes, cool air on my toes

Joy at biting to cookie and hearing the crunch

Joy at opening the Coke I will drink with my lunch

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I still remember the day that they told me I had cancer. My mum was crying, my dad was hunched over, his fists clenched. For me, everything went blurry. The doctor’s voice seemed to slow down. I felt dizzy, and a rush of nausea came over me. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to know how long I had to live, or if anything could be done. I thought that if I didn’t know, nothing would happen. That’s when I started to scream. Not of anger, and not of fear. I just wanted to drown out all the noise. So I wouldn’t know. I guess that’s what happens when you tell an 8 year old that they have cancer.


That was the day my parents bought me Charlie. He was a small golden retriever puppy with huge, chocolate brown eyes. I didn’t want a dog. I just wanted everything to go back to normal. But I knew it couldn’t. So I took Charlie home.


Charlie was a good puppy. Whenever I cried, he licked my tears away. He came to every hospital appointment. He even sat by my side when my mum shave my long, blonde hair. But unfortunately, Charlie couldn’t help me on my first day of school.


It was horrible. I walked through the school gates and everyone turned to look at me. People whispered, giving me sympathetic looks but making sure to stay out of my way. I remember my bag feeling heavy on my back, and my feet feeling like my shoes were made of lead. I sat down at my desk, my face red. The teacher slowly read out my name on the roll, edging away from me as she did. And that was when I left.


I ran and I ran and I ran. All the way home. Away from my small school, towards my even smaller house. I burst through the front door, tears streaming down my face. My mum dropped her cup of tea and rushed over to me. I breathed in her sweet scent as she cradled my head in her arms.


Charlie made me feel better. He let me bury my face in his long, thick, golden fur. That was how he became my therapy dog. School got easier. Kids started to get used to me. The principal even organized a fundraiser for a cure for cancer. But some days I would get teased. And I would go home and cry. But Charlie was always there. By year 6, life felt normal. I fit in. Everyone acted like I was no different from them. But high school was a whole different story.


Boys laughing, girls whispering. No empty seats in the cafeteria. No one wanting to sit next to me in class. I guess I should have expected it. But for some reason, I thought that, just once, kids would be able to accept me. But I was wrong.


Going home on the bus was no different. To the other kids, cancer was just another reason to tease me. They didn’t know about all the doctor’s appointments, or how hard it was for my parents to see me deteriorating.


I walked through my front gate, head hanging low. I could still hear the kids laughing as the bus drove away. Mum was standing in the doorway, her face sorry and sad. I clapped my hands 3 times, my signal for Charlie to come. But I didn’t hear the gentle padding of his paws, and his cute bark. I looked to my mum, searching her face for answers. Her eyes were red and puffy, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying.

“I’m so, so sorry.”


So it turns out that Charlie died of blood cancer- the same disease that I have. The day after he passed away, I didn’t go to school. I just lay on my bed, wondering ‘why me?’ I wanted to know why I had been chosen to have cancer. After Charlie died, everything changed. The world seemed dimmer, darker. The bright, green parks that surrounded my house seemed grey, dead. It seemed that the whole world was working against me. I found it so easy to drown our people’s voices so that all I could hear was white noise.


My parents bought me another puppy. She was a poodle, and her name was Daisy. But she wasn’t the same as Charlie. She would yap all night, and whenever I tried to pat her, she would bite me. Eventually, my parents sold her. My mum started to home school me. Doctor’s appointments started to clash with mainstream school, but my parents still wanted me to get an education. Secretly, I was relieved when my parents pulled me out of school. I wouldn’t get started at as much, and I wouldn’t have to face the cafeteria, where everyone had a seat at a table but me.


2 months after we sold Daisy, we were contacted by the owners of the house behind us. The doorbell rung halfway through my mum teaching me history, so I was grateful for the interruption. At the door was a middle aged man, a golden retriever by his side. My mind immediately flashed back to Charlie. His golden fur, and his chocolate brown eyes sparkling in the sun. I flashed back to reality when the man started talking about Charlie. My Charlie.


The man explained that Charlie had ‘visited’ his dog, Molly, several times. He gestured to the golden retriever beside him. The man then told us that 6 weeks ago, Molly had given birth to puppies.


And from behind his back, he pulled out a tiny, golden retriever puppy. I gasped, tears in my eyes. He handed the dog to me and I gazed into it’s chocolate brown eyes and buried my face in it’s golden fur.

“She’s all yours.” The man said gently.

I called the puppy Jessie. She was as sweet natured as Charlie, and I’d sort of forgotten how cute puppies were. Sometimes I would think that Charlie had puppies to leave me a piece of him. And sometimes, when I look into Jessie’s eyes, I see Charlie looking back at me, telling me to never give up hope and reminding me that he will always be in my heart.

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Take in the smell of chips and fish,

To stay here forever is what I wish.

Pink sunset, blue water, fine golden sand,

This is the place where the sea meets the land.

Powerful waves crashing on the shore,

The sun slowly going down more and more.

Through my toes seeps hot sand,

People lie on their towels, getting tanned.

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Poem About Me!

I am the girl who likes fluffy cats,

I am the student who wears her school hat.

I am the daughter that is Italian,

I am the Australian who is a Melbournian.

I am the daughter who cares for her mum,

I am the friend who has lots of fun.

I am Ella!

Posted in Reflections, School Stuff

Charles- Homework Reflections

I found it interesting when Ambrose mentioned that Laurie is a young kid because he uses crayons and a see saw. That is true, although, you could have said that you inferred that. I also think it was good how you said that Laurie wants attention to make friends because that is true in the real world.


I found it interesting how Jacinta mentioned that she thought the author chose Laurie to be a kid who lies. I asked why she thought that that was the case, and she said because the author might have known a kid who lied, or may have even been one herself.


I found it interesting how Holly said that Charles was the main character, because I thought that Laurie was the main character. I think that she thought this because Charles is the same person as Laurie, the title of the story is ‘Charles’, and the whole story is based around him.

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Read Like a Reader

‘Little Ania”

Read Like a Reader



My first impression of this story was that it was going to be a little bit sad, but have a happy ending. After I read this story, I realized that most of my prediction was correct, but there were aspects of the story that were, for me, quite unexpected. At first I thought this was going to be a story that was realistic, or something that would actually happen to people. But in the end I found out that Little Ania was a girl who liked to eat lampshades and flowerpots and slept under the bed with no covers or blankets, and rode a broomstick for fun.

‘”I would like to eat that lampshade.”

“I would like to eat that flower pot.”

“I would like to sleep under the bed, with no pillows and no blankets.”

“I would like to fly on a broomstick.”’

When I read this story I knew that it was fictional, and that my prediction wasn’t entirely right. There was a happy ending (as I predicted) where mother and daughter find out that they are alike in many ways.

Why did my brain suddenly think of ‘Little Ania’ as being a sad story, when it was quite happy?



After I read ‘Little Ania’ there were some immediate questions that came to mind. For example:

Why was Zbyszek (the old man) in hospital?

Why was Ania so stubborn about not eating, even though she knew her life depended on it?

Why are Ania, her mother and her great great great great great great grandmother all so strange?

But after thinking about it, I had some other questions about the story. Those questions were about the author, rather than the actual story.

How did the author come up with the idea for such a strange and fictional plot?

Did the writer of ‘Little Ania’ come up with the ideas for the story because they had known a child who was unusual?



While reading ‘Little Ania’, I had to make inferences about how the characters were feeling. I didn’t have to infer about what was happening in the story because everything was explained pretty clearly. At some points in the story inferred that Ania’s mother was sad and worried about her daughter. Even though the mother knew what her daughter was going through (as she had gone through it herself) she was still not sure what to do about Ania or how to tell her that she was different.

‘“I guess I will finally have to tell her,” her mother said to herself. “Poor little girl! It only gets harder and harder to be unusual in this world! I wish for her sake that she could have learned to be a normal little girl.”’

Another inference that I made was that Ania was a stubborn child. I made that inference because even though her life was depending on it, she would not eat her food.

‘“I don’t like eating meat, fish and vegetables! I’m never going to be a normal child, so I’m going to die now.”’

A question I still have about this part in the text is why was she so accepting of her fate? She knew very well that she would live if she would eat normal, so why is she so stubborn?



A connection I made had to do with Ania’s unhealthy objection to food. I know that many kids don’t like to eat vegetables, but they don’t turn down food to a point where it becomes life threatening. At the start of this story where Ania is introduced, I had the impression that Ania was just incredibly stubborn, and that was the reason that she would not eat. But as the storyline progresses, you learn that Ania is very special. Another connection that I made while reading this story was about Ania’s want to fly a broomstick. She didn’t want to play with dolls like normal little girls. The part of the story made me think of witches and wizards, and how they have powers and do very strange things too. This makes me wonder if Ania is sort of like a witch too.

‘”What will she think of me, eating up lampshades and flower pots, sleeping under the bed with no covers or pillows or anything, and flying all about the night on a broomstick?”’




While reading ‘Little Ania”, I experienced many emotions. At the start of the story, I felt sad and sorry for Ania, as she didn’t fit in and didn’t understand her place in the world. Then in the middle of the story, when Ania was in hospital due to her objection to food, I felt frustrated. Ania knew that her life was in danger, and she had complete control over that. Yet she was too stubborn to do anything about it.

‘”I’m never going to be a normal child, so I’m going to die now.”’

When it was nearing the end of the plot, I felt happy because Ania finally felt like she fit in. She found out that her mother was also like her and that gave her a sense of belonging.



I thought that ‘Little Ania’ was a well written story, but personally, I didn’t really enjoy the type of story that it was. I felt that the concept was too childish for my liking. I like sad and intense books, and this book, although it was good, was not really my taste. Halfway through this story I realized that I wasn’t really enjoying it, but I still wanted to continue through the ‘Little Ania’ so I could see what turns the storyline would take.