Scholarship G2 W3 Writing

Part 1.

Week 3 Scholarship Writing Homework

Write a narrative with this opening line: Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me.

Include a difficult decision about whether or not to forgive your deceased father.

Use both https://myshakespeare.com/hamlet/act-1-scene-5 https://genius.com/Ted-hughes-the-shot-annotated as inspiration for your story

 

400 words

Part 2.

Scholarship Interview Question:

How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?

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    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. My eyes darted to my right, it was just a leaf, it floated down silently as if ashamed, never given a second chance. Something lurked right behind me, ready to ambush me if I wasn’t wary. Except I have been unexpectedly vigilant since my father left the world. Memories of tedious, sleepless nights, forced me to study harder, longer and better. A snake would do such a thing to a child, spitting venomous lies to cover up his flawed own past with mine. Am I wrong to hate someone who raised me, taught me and fed me? I still remember his sweet glowing smile beaming down when I was still a baby compared to the present. Now replaced with a suffocating, toxic cloud that still haunts me with its corrupted thoughts. Crack! The ground splits open and I am swallowed in it. It is not a great idea to black out in a graveyard.

    My head was throbbing the moment my eyes flung open. I was in a different place yet the same repugnant, flesh-rotting odour choked me with every breath I took. Maybe my body could not take it anymore and decided to completely shut down where dead bodies surround me. The darkness was calming, tranquil even. But as time went by, laying down in my darkroom in my mind the same ominous feeling of being watched crept up on me again.

    Something was placed on my shoulder and my mind drowned with memories. The suffering, the unwillingness, the tears but after that there was celebration, freedom, and exuberance. I glance behind me, of course, my deceased father comes to ask for forgiveness. It does seem like a tiger can’t change its stripes, so I’m not falling into this trap. I see my father smiling as if glad to see me, a child could see through this two-faced man’s motives. Asking for forgiveness just so shame would not slowly tear his soul away, but his light-heartedness may be real. His arduous method of teaching has led me to where I am now a student at Sydney University studying medicine. I have finally learned that his ways have brought me great success after all that hard work. I am released from my cage in my mind and see a leaf on a tree finally turning a new leaf.

  2. PART ONE
    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like someone was watching me. It felt like a shadow was casting over my lumbering body. I glanced sideways. The menacing shadow was just a stick, and this lonely stick had dropped from the sky, as if it had been rejected from nature, with a strong wind curling around its waist. I had come to visit my deceased father. I came here to ponder if I should forgive him or not for his treacherous actions. He had pushed me forward into battle against the sky and seas. He wanted me to become a fierce warrior. Shameful nights, hard training, fearsome defeats, it all had not been worth it. However, one thing he should know is that he had a limit on deciding who I was to become. My father had told me relentlessly that I needed to be stronger, and I was not anything. He was never satisfied with me and kept pushing me to vaster heights and opportunities. For that, I thank him, but he has done horrible things. I grew up fighting and fending for myself. I had to fight many animals, such as monstrous crocodiles and vicious sharks. I had to dodge obstacles and climb cliffs. When I was in a dangerous situation, he never helped me. My father was brutal, and he told me to get up and be a tough warrior. He claimed that only weaklings cried and gave up. Although all this, I was still not sure to forgive him or not. Flashing back to reality in a blink of an eye, I saw the gold steak of lightning flash across the spiritless sky. I was engulfed in thought. Was it a sign of hope? Maybe I was wrong. Suddenly, the Earth cracked, and I fell through.

    As I woke up, I was submerged in an ocean of thoughts. I remembered sad times, but the happy and joyful memories were too overwhelming. I needed to make my move. My priority was to get out of here. I grabbed a rock and started climbing. As I expertly grabbed and swung on each rock, I realized the real benefits of all the tough training he made me do. Maybe… There was a good side to all this pain. Blood sweat and tears, have all been shed throughout this horrific journey. Maybe my father was right. I was destined to be great, but not in the way he expected.

    Finally, I branched out of the hole, weary and tired. “I would forgive him”, I droopingly decided. After all, he was important and delicate part of my family. He cared for me immensely. As I left, I grinned a little as I looked above the powerful and alluring heavens that glimmered at will. “I’ll see you soon dad. Just you wait.”

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    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. It felt like a liquid shadow, strangling me in a lock hold of guilt and shame, each emotion piercing me through my heart in a tirade of indecision. A delicate tapestry of mellow grey mist weaved itself around me as I forced a foot down onto the dystopian ground. Thunder crackled like the desolate crash of cymbals in an infinite series of monochromatic cracks. The willows, stripped of their emerald crowns, lent their arms down in deterioration as they edged ever so close to the ground of the dead. I felt the shadow edging behind a boulder, gazing. What was the shadow? I don’t know. Who was the shadow? I wish I knew. My only mission for tonight was to put a few rotting flowers in his graveyard, hoping to erase my memories of him for good. But that left me with a burden I felt too weak to carry.

    Was I to forgive him or forever hold a grudge? I remembered I watched “The Matrix” one time with my father, the very one buried under 12m of soil, and a person was offered a choice, the red pill or the blue pill. The blue pill trapped him in a fabricated reality and to always live in the matrix, however, the red released him into the world of truth. Father always made a habit of sneaking a few hurtful words in the best of times. “Guess what, boy? There IS only the red pill, and as you grow up, you realise that medication will decide your successful future! If you had any,” He’d grumble after the scene and complain about graphics, for he was a famed director. I was just a puppet in his never-ending show, beaten for the pleasure of its owner. But to fully end the show, you needed to cut the strings.

    All the pain I held in every moment with him blossomed like a bushfire, crackling in my heart as countless lashes blistered my heart more than any part he whipped me. The clouds conducted the atmosphere, I could hear the strings of the violins being plucked by the rain and the pattering of the drum kit on the floor. Was that who I was? A pawn controlled in an auditorium of isolation and hate? No, if holding a grudge against history would lead to a life of despise, then I would forgive.

  4. Meandering through the graveyard it felt like someone was watching me. Inhaling and exhaling vigorously, I made my way to my fathers coffin, head down and fists clenched. Long-eared owls anticipated me as I regretted coming to the ominous graveyard in the middle of the night. The wind gushed around me in circles and circles again. As I walked closer to my fathers grave I felt something on my shoulder. I turned cautiously and saw a silhouette of a tall skinny figure pleading for forgiveness. It was my father.

    My father was an ill-mannered scientist. He would always test experiments on me. He poured life-threatening potions on my body as if I was a testing machine. Finally, my mother forbade my mean and selfish father from testing his latest experiment on me. So, he simply performed it on himself but everything went wrong. He passed away, never being able to apologize to me.

    Bitter tears flourished in his eyes, as if he was truly sorry for what he did from the heart. My head spun thinking about the unforgivable deeds my father had performed. I swallowed uneasily as my father politely offered his hand, still begging for forgiveness. I slouched back unsure of what to do.

    “Forgive me, my son! All those hours with you were wasted by me. I could have killed you. Oh my dearest son, I am sorry.” my father pleaded

    I felt sorry for my one-and-only father. If I turned his apology down, I would never have a true father. My mind tossed between rightfully punishing him or forgiving him and never facing a consequence. What was I to do? My father or my strength and well-being.

    Curious for the answers I asked, “Why… should I ever forgive you for the treacherous and discourteous fraud you have done? Why… should I let you have a happy time and not face the consequences you truly need to endure? Why… dad, why were you so terrible?”

    My father looked at me in the eye and placed his cold hands on my trembling shoulders. I looked around, trying to solve this impossible decision. I sprinted away scared and mentally affected. My heart pounced. I felt like I had a severe asthma attack for every step I took. Suddenly, I could wait no more. I left my father come in front of me.

    I confessed “My father. I shall forgive you. Family reunion is the best thing to do currently. But alas, you have not paid for your deed…”

    “Please, I am sorry. Don’t give me a consequence…” he began

    “Zzzt. You shall pay. But only in your next life, and I will make sure of that! Oh wait my father, you just wait and see.” I continued

    However, warth grew in my heart as my father hugged, like he never before.

  5. Part 1:
    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like someone was watching me. I spun around sharply. No one. Only the rustle of leaves and the hundreds of tombstones in the cemetery. I shuddered. My father was buried here, under this tombstone. He was dead, but the memories still were vivid and hurting. The memories of him forcing me to study, to wrestle, to be more like a fierce warrior who was not afraid of anything. But I also remember the charming, calming face that I once saw before I grew up, when I was still a tiny baby. I didn’t know what to pick: to forgive my father or to hold a grudge.

    If I forgave him, he would never know. If I chose to hold a grudge against him… it would stay in my mind forever. That would be a nightmare, his face being the nightmare of my every dream, every night, perhaps even forever. The darkness would be even darker, even scarier, even more frightening. I would not have a peaceful dream, perhaps I might never, if I didn’t forgive him. But that only left me with the choice of forgiving him, or nightmares forever.

    I remember watching a movie with my dad, called The Matrix. There were two pills in a particular scene: a red pill and a blue pill. I remember that the blue pill will allow the subject to remain in the fabricated reality of the Matrix; the red serves as a “location device” to locate the subject’s body in the real world and to prepare them to be “unplugged” from the Matrix. Once one chooses the red or blue pill, the choice is irrevocable. It meant that the blue pill meant you stay forever in the Matrix, or you go home with the red pill.

    I knew I had to pick one. In the end, I picked to forgive my father for all that he had done to me. I could tell him that I had forgiven him when I too, died, and went to heaven with him, and lived a happy life in heaven. He would know. I had no other reason to not forgive him. I was going to forgive him. “I hope I will meet you soon in heaven, father,” I said aloud, “Because then we can live a happy life there.” And like that, the problem was solved. I chose to forgive my father.

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    As someone who was born overseas, I can share and teach other students about my culture and background. I personally believe that you can learn a lot from someone who has different learning, musical and personal experiences, this way classmates are more open to the wide world in knowledge or in morals. As an *SRC for currently three years and will be four years after this year as I was elected **school captain. Because of this, this year I will be going to the Young Leader Conference where I can gather knowledge to become a fully-fledged leader. I hope if I get into Meriden there will be some type of leadership role that I can take on and pass on my existing knowledge.

    *My school doesn’t actually have SRCs we call them class representatives
    **Like the above statement my school also doesn’t have school captains, we call them ministers

  7. Part 1
    Perils…
    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me.
    Caliginous wisps of asphyxiating air creeped through my excoriated nose. Tendrils of bitter, lugubrious air wafted through my tears. His wizened head aching with the sorrows surrounding me. God’s kaleidoscopic canvas churned and mixed until a lachrymose layer of ethereal, morose sensations. A brush of scattered, disconsolate sunlight speckled the sky, reflecting my hyperborean droplets of tears. His fathers grave lay before my lamentable, shivering body. Gaunt, diaphanous twigs shudder in the malevolent zephyrs. Chalk lines of zealous thunder flashed across the ebony sky, the feelings inside Neville churned and turned as they came to boil. A tumultuous roar inside his head reverberated against his haggard mind as he thought about his father. Emotions mixed, agonizing shades of vermillion flipped through his throbbing mind. His famous father brang fame and fortunes to the family as he poured through the Olympics. Ambivalent emotions surged through his body, whisks of air coiled through his clouded, oblivious of whether to forgive his father or to hold a grudge.

    His afflictive mind singed with guilt as molding pictures flashed through his mind. Vehement clouds circled him and lacerated his bloodshot eyes. Forgiveness meant years of abuse and suffering were going to be overlooked. He glanced around the tenebrific graves and wondered about the tumultuous praise of aspiring fans honoring his father. Acrimonious emotions stroked his desolate mind, reminding him of the loneliness incarcerated childhood he had. A forked road split his agonized mind, holding a grudge meant millions of people were going to despise him. Millions of eager, ambitious fans fueling him with enraged hatred. Millions of fans are waiting to jeer and deride Neville. His cadaverous, fatigued shoulders trembled with ambivalence as his brain churned the thoughts to and fro. His emaciated back became torrid after gusts of ardent, fervid gusts of wind puppeteered his mind. Wishing that people would see the evil, heinous side of his father. To the naive, gullible eyes of the public, Daniel Pransod had been a knight in shining armor. However, Neville was constantly incarcerated beneath the puppeteering, vile hands of his father. Cold, indifferent tears drifted down his scarred, doleful face. His aching heart teetered to and fro inside his shivering skeletal chest. Sinking down into the damp, begrimed earth, tears dropped down his crestfallen, aggrieved face. What would he do? The clouds mocked in haughty fits of laughter, spitting mercilessly into his face. Neville decided that he would leave the grieving for later. Harrowing pain shot through his leg as he stood up. His legs seemed to mindlessly carry him home. He shut his eyes. And the world went black.

  8. Part 2
    I would love to be a part of the community of this school. Since I have great responsibility and the ability to problem solve, I know that I’ll be able to contribute to this school. With my problem solving skills, I believe I’ll encourage other students to work hard and persist. As someone who has participated in the Tournament of Minds and Debating competitions, I can share and teach my experiences among my fellow classmates. As someone from a winning team in the Tournament of Minds which requires a high amount of creativity and problem solving skills, I believe that I’ll contribute to this school by helping other students advance with their own problem solving ability. I have taken part in a few leadership roles. This year, I was voted by fellow students to be the Prefect role in the SRC. Prefect is one of the highest leadership positions you can get at my current school. The Perfect position is only behind the School Captain. During my time at my current school, I’ve also been chosen for smaller tasks like Class captain. Hopefully in my time at Knox Grammar, I’ll be able to grasp a leadership position there as well.

  9. I am 100% fit for my dream private school, Sydney Grammar. I have received countless academic awards, received 49/50 in The South Australian Spelling Test, and on top all of that, I contribute to many events that happen at school. I excel and have a strong passion for grammar and literacy, something essential for this school. My academic awards show my persistent effort and knowledge of different subjects, and therefore, I am eligible to go to this wonderful school. I am very hardworking and take pride in my work, and help others become better students and help them understand different things well. I have always wanted to experience army training, join different club throughout the school so I can interact with others, and as Sydney Grammar School has all of these, I am sure that I will have an enjoyable time at the school. I have been in my soccer team for years by being a defender, a supportive important member of the team. Everyone has wanted to score a goal, but I understood what position I am good at, and I have dedicated myself to the team. I have learnt to respect people when they have ideas. I have taken part in many jobs at liturgies, showing leadership and leading mass, and I have learnt to be confident while speaking in front of large audiences. Next year, I want to be a buddy and participate in debating at OC as this significantly helps my confidence and respect for other people’s opinions. I can continue to expand my leadership skills to greater heights and learn new and interesting abilities and perspectives that I may have not noticed before. I am from a different culture, so I can teach many other students and tell them things that they previously have not known before. Hopefully I am able to contribute and impact Sydney Grammar and acquire a leadership role at this private school.

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    Part 1
    Forgive Not Forget

    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like someone was watching me. I jumped a metre into the air as a branch cracked above me. Crepuscular shadows loomed menacingly over me, reaching out with their gaunt, sinister hands. My heart raced like a jaguar as I took a step back, lighting my stubbed candle. This was the hazardous, threatening resting place of my departed pater, who now lay lifelessly and mournfully in his grave. A frigid draft fell across my back and the hairs on my body stood up. I sluggishly stumbled over to my father’s grave, clutching the single iris I brought with me in my hands. Iris was the Greek Goddess of rainbows, and like her, the flower is colourful and beautiful, unlike everything else in this dark place. I breathed in the fragrant, ambrosian scent of the iris, the luscious aroma wafting around the graveyard like a fluttering fairy. Hoping this prismatic, angelic blossom would brighten up the drab place, I set it down on his grave – then hovered. Putting the iris down meant I forgave him, and was that something I could really do?

    My pater was a zillionaire that owned a chain as long as a snake of immensely wealthy and successful restaurants. They hired only the best to work there, but success had made him paranoid. I never got to hang out with anyone, bodyguards were constantly following me around, and everyone either was awed, scared, or thought I was weird. Growing up in despair and loneliness, I hated Pater for his cupidity and possessiveness. Yet he was gone already, and I couldn’t blame him entirely for his paranoia. Should I hold on to grief and hold a grudge? Or should I forgive him yet face the truth that he would never be punished?

    Drops of rain fell on my head. A chorus of rabid, frenzied, raging voices yelled at each other through the competitive spirit of the sky. I had to go back in soon, so what would my decision be? I closed my eyes and made up my mind. I didn’t want to be my pater – holding a grudge would just eventually possess me obsessively, and I would turn into Pater. So I slowly lay the iris down. Immediately, the fuming voices of the sky turned mild and pacific as the sonorous rain stopped and the mellow sun came out. I looked up and smiled radiantly; for I knew that the crippling father-son relationship will never return. I would forgive Pater. But I would never, ever forget.

  11. PART ONE (366 words)
    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. The enigmatic mist swirled around me, as I ambled closer. A grotesque figure emerged from the sea of white. Its dislocated limbs jerked sideways as if to grasp me with its sea monster tentacles. A muffled scream pierced my ears with a blue whale call. The white torment in his gaping mouth pierced my heart. An unstable arm extended with animosity. Its fingers had talons of fury and hatred. But it fazed into a gesture of query for a brief moment. The manifestation contorted in rage.
    Will you forgive me? My face loosened and my mind began to wonder thoughtfully for a swift second. I became sober again and my anger started to boil in my cauldron. My memories flooded back to me. Why are so unintelligent? You stupid child! JUST LEARN! I buried my sticky and moist face in my pudgy and miniature hands. I wailed dejectedly and pounded on my study table. My father continued to scream his ‘disciplinary’ teaching method of outright pandemonium. Years of endless agony pierced my heart until Mother Nature took his soul.
    I was slammed back to the truthful reality. I clenched my teeth and snarled. A tiny voice whispered at the back of my head. This hateful being created your intelligence. You are a scholar because of him. I clawed at my own thoughts. Perhaps that may have been true but humanity was not within him. But the question was still frozen in my mind. Forgive him or not. But I knew if I held this grudge, guilt would build up and I could never balance in life. My stomach churned and my mind stirred. I exhaled sharply and rested my hand on my father’s grave. I was meant to treasure him as a biological parent but he never lent me any. His expectations of a seven-year-old were too high. His mental problems meant I would take the pain. My mother disappeared a long time ago because of this. But she left me behind to be hammered and abused. Despite all this, I whispered, “You helped me but I just wish you could be a better father.”

    PART TWO: (107 words, it didn’t say how many words were needed)

    How can you contribute to Sydney Grammar? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?

    I can contribute to this wonderful school with my leadership skills and my organisation in the classroom. I have been known for excellently ordering events in specific timeframes for the best efficiency. I have shown to be committed to every task that helps the school. I have been in the Student Representative Council 4 times because my classmates knew I could properly help the school in doing developments and spreading awareness of fundraisers. Having me in your great school would do good for raising money for a philanthropic cause or for school-funded development. All these perks I could add to this school are crucial for any school.

  12. The Memories of Torture

    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. I stared into my father’s rotten grave like it was a can of sour milk, the evil eyes of the tombstone stared back, challenging me. My mind was flooded with memories of torture. Memories of my father, him forcing me into studying. Studying harder, studying longer, and studying more efficiently. All the sleepless nights, all the spankings, all the harsh words. I clenched my fist. My scar bulged. I still distinctly remember the time I got it. I had a vile time at school, the exasperating bullies pushing me around their words piercing me like daggers. And when I got home, work was done. My father was standing there bitterly, staring at me with his stone-cold glare, shouting, “that’s wrong! WRONG! ALL WRONG!!!” I anxiously stepped back as my father panted in fury. That day, he whipped me, the hardest he had ever whipped. And that’s how I got the scar. An agitated bear, he spat his rage at me, letting out through abuse, solving everything with abuse. Bitter hate filled my body. I was shaking with anger. I closed my eyes and eventually, the temper filtered out. Suddenly it was cold.

    I looked around me, ready to fight anything foolish enough to ambush me. A pale blue corpse rushed out of the ground. It floated towards me with the speed of light. I tightly closed my eyes. But nothing came. When I uncertainly opened my eyes, I saw the transparent figure crouched in front of me, begging for mercy. I abruptly recognised the figure. It was my father. My father’s ghost. I stepped back and looked down at the cowering figure. I felt powerful. I had a choice. I looked down at my father, his clothes ripped, his hair messy, it seemed as if he wasn’t having the best time, even after his death. He looked at me and started to explain. “I wasn’t allowed into heaven due to the endless years of… unhappiness that I gave you. I would only be accepted if you were to forgive me,” said my father in a quaking voice. “Even in hell, I am humiliated, shamed, by all the people, saying that my crimes were not enough. I feel left out. It is driving me headlong into the peril of madness. And… I need your help.”

    I never thought my father would ask me for help, out of everyone in the world, but here he was. Forgive the years of pain and torture or leave him to perish and give him an afterlife of pain. The pain was unbearable but look at my position now. The scientist I always wanted to be. Have a house, a high-paying job, and a relatively relaxing life. and it was all thanks to my dad. He had pushed me hard, maybe a bit too hard, but the years of toil finally paid off. I turned my back to my father and said, “I forgive you.” I heard my father floating away after that sentence. I felt like I had done the right thing. I looked at his tombstone one last time, and it stared back. I walked away, with a sly smile.

  13. By Vinal Liyanage
    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like someone was watching me. I felt something on my shoulder breathing on me, however, when I turned sharply to look behind me, I saw nothing. I continued my cautious stride to my father’s grave. There was a brumous chill of Winter as I arrived at his grave, memories flooding back to me like a tsunami. Moments of hatred was all I could think of. There were no nice memories of my father. In fact, the word ‘nice’, hasn’t existed in my family. The quarrel me and my father went through was not your normal five-year-old quarrel. It was as powerful as war.
    Just as I was thinking of my memories of my evil Olympic wrestler father, a shooting pain went through me. My scar on my leg where my father had kicked me, many years ago, was bleeding and I was shouting in agony. I got a lot more flashbacks of my father and how cruel he was. I saw my 3-year-old self, slumped up against the wall, tears streaming down my eyes. And then in the present I saw his ghost shadow, begging for mercy.
    “I am sorry my son. I am deeply sorry. I am sorry that in my cruel, evil life, I couldn’t be a normal dad. I was to focused on my fame. Will you please forgive me?” pleaded my father.
    “Forgive you!” I shouted. “Why would I? You once shoved me outside in the rain and made me sleep there, all by myself!”
    “I am sorry. Will you forgive me, please,” asked my father, once again.
    The wind in the background started howling, as if telling me not to forgive him. However, he was in my family. Looking at him, it looked like his heart was crippled. If I didn’t forgive him and held my grudge, this day, this night, this presence of my father, I would never forget. If I forgave my father, he would never have a price to pay, if I held a grudge on him, I would never forget, and his presence would be haunting me forever. What option would I pick?
    “I will forgive you,” I announced.
    “Thank you, my dear son. No other son could be better than you.”
    Then in a flash my father was gone leaving me with only a coffin and a flower with a note saying, ‘You know what to do’ and so I put the red rose on my father’s coffin, kept the note and went on my way home. Then my father’s voice whispered to my for the last time, saying “Good luck my son.” Then I stopped looked back at my father’s grave, for the last time, and ran back to my house.

  14. Part 2-Vinal Liyanage
    How can I contribute to Hills Sports
    I can definitely contribute to the Hills Sport because I am a leader and a very hard working sport player. In my current school I have already given ideas to the school as I am a SRC. As well as being a SRC, at the end of the year I got the Citizenship award, which is the best in the class. Because of this and a plethora of different awards, ranging from all subjects, I am above average in everything I do. In NAPLAN, I achieved very high marks, all of them Band 8, except for grammar which was Band 9. In the sport department, I have represented my school over 5 times. I am a all round athlete and I have strengths in all sport and subjects. At the Hills Sport I am looking forward to express all of my ideas and I hope I will also boost the Hills Sport into being a very sporty school into very sporty and very smart.

  15. How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?

    I can contribute to King’s in many ways. My leadership and persistence can help King’s rise above all the other private schools. My persistence will lead me to make whatever I do the best and with my academic skills, I can also help other students with their work if they are feeling a bit overwhelmed by the workload. This means the teachers and staff don’t have to worry so much about the child. Then, the teachers can focus more on teaching everyone, not focusing too much on the people who are lagging behind. Due to this, everyone can learn more, bringing all the students to a better life career. Recently at my school, I was elected as a sports captain, after going through many preparations, writing the speech, practising it, and finally, saying it in front of the entire school. My leadership skills can bring King’s forward, higher, where it deserves to be. I can lead the school to victory with my brilliant leadership. I hope that at King’s I can enter the leadership team during my time here.

  16. A Grave Dilemma

    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. The wind howled in the night, pushing the trees aside ripping the leaves off unceremoniously. The cold iron gates creaked in the motion of an artists acrylic brush painting the swirls of wind across the moonlit sky with utter nonchalance, bringing a chill to all who heard it. Of course, very few people were out late at night to hear those spine-chilling sounds as most were driven inside earlier in the evening, not wanting to be exposed to the forecasted storm.
    The silent blue moon shining high in the sky absent of stars sent a eerie shiver down the spines of those who still lingered in the moonlight.
    Cautiously searching the gravestones, I suddenly became startled by a darting shadowy figure that leapt upon a stone column. After freezing for a moment and deeply focusing on this being, I realised it was mealy a cat roaming the night which took some anxiety off my search and the need of being here tonight..
    A knock at the door interrupted my TV time, who is it. The figure of a weltered man reminiscent of a scarce family member in photos.
    Could this be my father? on closer inspection he was feverishly ill and malnourished. He had come to fulfill his promise to see me the day before my 10th birthday
    We decided to play ball outside but it did not feel right having fun with someone who had missed all my other birthdays and events, despite that he is still my Dad I was not sure if I should forgive his absence.
    I was feeling mixed emotions on hearing of his death following our recent bonding experience. I retained the sad times, but the heartwarming and pleasurable experience of our last visit were too overpowering. I would always bear the burden and the guilt for not forgiving my father for the rest of my life. I needed to make my move.
    Despite the fact a storm is approaching we wanted to commemorate the death of my father so we traveled the arduous journey across the country still discussing whether or not to forgive him, This would become the most difficult decision.
    Finally, I disbanded out of my thoughts because the few times that we interacted he cared for me immensely and he fulfilled his promise to see me again before my 10th birthday, “I would forgive him”.

  17. jaslynyc@gmail.com

    part 2

    I believe I can contribute to Abbotsleigh, my dream school. I recently moved to Sydney, an experience which really opened my eyes. Now I know what it feels like to be the “new kid”, I can help others adjust to the new enviorment, especially students who don’t understand what’s happening. I’m really excited to be a buddy in February! At my old school, I was the English Monitor where you help the teacher, explain material and organise activities and homework for three years running. This role has not only allowed me to help out my fellow peers, but learn planning, organising and time management skills. Next year I’m thrilled for the Leadership camp and field trip at my school, where I’m sure I’ll have loads of fun! I can confidently speak in front of an audience, after being in the quarterfinals of Public Speaking, where I not only had a chance to practise oral presentation, but writing, voice projection and so much more! I also learnt careful planning and injecting humour in my speech. At home and with friends, I often take up the leadership role and find fun and interactive activities appropriate according to their hobbies, like a showcase for the parents. I hope I can be a valuable asset to Abbostleigh and to take up more leadership roles next year!

  18. The graveyard
    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like something was watching me. I jumped almost a metre in the air when suddenly a branch cracked beneath my foot as eerie shadows loomed ominously above me. I looked behind me, jus the rustle of overgrown and luscious shrubs and bushes as green as an emerald. The moon was shining white as a well-polished quartz. I kept on moving, putting one foot gingerly in front of another, careful not to wake up any insects that might be currently asleep. I trod on, until I stopped in front of a grave…
    This was where my deceased father lies. Although my father was dead, the memories were still as bright and as clear as they were from yesterday. Should I forgive him or should I hold a grudge. If I forgave him, he would never have know that I did; if I held a grudge against him, then I would have the memories haunt me every night. I might never have a peaceful dream again.
    I remember watching a movie called the matrix. There were two particular pills in a scene. The red pill and blue pill represent a choice between the willingness to learn a potentially unsettling or life-changing truth by taking the red pill or remaining in the contented experience of ordinary reality with the blue pill. I knew I had to pick one eventually. Either to forgive him or to hold a grudge against him.
    I stood there for what seemed like an eternity considering weather to forgive my father or not. I thought about all he had done for me and all the things he had gave to me. I started pacing up and down the grave, thinking, thinking, thinking. I would have kept walking if a branch hadn’t broken under my foot and brought me back to my senses.
    I decided to forgive him. Even though he didn’t know…yet. Maybe one day when I pass, I will go to heaven and be with him and tell him all about my thoughts.
    Suddenly, a roar came from an unusually thick and overgrown bush. I took one last glance at my father’s grave and ran as fast as I could towards home.

  19. Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. A lime green leaf floated silently as it fell to the the ground, depressed like a family member that has passed away and has never gotten the chance to tell his family what had really happened. My father had left this world only a couple months ago. Since then, I had been having terrible flashbacks. A twig snapped behind me. Something (or somebody) was lurking in the shadows. Something was ready to attack me if I hadn’t been cautious. Somebody was ready to ambush me. A dark figure (that looked like a ghost) appeared behind me.

    I remember my father’s beaming smile when I was young. Playing with me everyday in my childhood. The precious memories that were made. Apart from that, the lies that he has used to cover up his mistakes. He used to tell me pathetic lies that were not to be trusted. Could I ever forgive him? Can I ever forgive him? My brain was fighting with my body on whether I could forgive my father. Tears filled my eyes as my vision became blurry. All that time, I thought my father was a good person. Turns out I was wrong. Suddenly, cold hands grabbed my shoulders. I had completely forgotten about the figure behind me.

    I glanced behind me, greeted with my deceased father standing in front of me, begging for forgiveness. He looks at me with a similar smile he always used to smile. Was this another one of his traps? Or was he actually glad to see me. I remembered how he used to teach me and the warm-hearted heart that he always used to sooth me. Maybe I should forgive him. But what would come next? Freedom, liberty and deliverance or would it be the opposite? I finally made up my mind and decided to forgive him. After all, my father was the one who led me to where I am now. If it wasn’t for him, I probably won’t be at the school I go to today. He hugged me as hard as he could as wrath grew in my heart. As I forgave my father, he sank back down into the earth smiling as he did it. He told me he would never forget the kindness that was shown today. I walked back out of the graveyard in liberty with tears engulfing my eyes.

  20. PART TWO:
    How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?
    I can contribute to St Catherine’s a lot of different ways. I can teach people about Taiwanese culture, since my entire family is Taiwanese and I have visited Taiwan many times. I have a kind and caring personality, and a resilient character, which I think is necessary to have, especially when things don’t go your way. I can also teach more people about my religion, Christianity. I have taken part in a few leadership roles too. I have kind of been a library monitor at school, as I help my friends, who are library monitors, tidy up the library during some lunchtimes. I also help lead my debating team when writing speeches for debating, especially when I am a fourth speaker and I don’t need to write a speech. I am also excited to do buddies this year as I think this will help boost my leadership skills.

  21. Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me.The grave yard was dead silenced. The only thing you can hear is far of tanks and gun shots from distant battles. There was no sign of life only a gigantic gloomy black oak that lurks over the graveyard. It was 1944, I have a lot to worry about. I am worried that the Soviets would destroy this graveyard during the cruel attacks in us the courageous Germans. Suddenly a loud piercing whistle came through the trees. The tree rustled. I grabbed hold of my rifle but there was nothing. The graveyard was my father and his comrades 12 years after the Great War . After the Great War, he was different. He was a lot more mad .

    After the whistle there was painful moans. I fired a couple of shots but nothing happened. I pinched myself. This is certainly not a dream. Suddenly a familiar voice came. It sounded like my dad. “Micheal, I’m your dad and I am here sorry, If you forgive me then you will have the luck from me. You will have the knowledge that I have. Please forgive me.’’

    I thought, if I forgive him then I’ll be happy but if I don’t forgive him then I will be sad. After a lot of going back and forth I decided. I decided that I would forgive him. After, the voice disappeared. A month later, I was almost shot until a gust of wind knocked me over. I was was my dad he had been looking after me. A year later the war ended. I had no scratch on me it has been my father that had protected me.

    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me.The grave yard was dead silenced. The only thing you can hear is far of tanks and gun shots from distant battles. There was no sign of life only a gigantic gloomy black oak that lurks over the graveyard. It was 1944, I have a lot to worry about. I am worried that the Soviets would destroy this graveyard during the cruel attacks in us the courageous Germans. Suddenly a loud piercing whistle came through the trees. The tree rustled. I grabbed hold of my rifle but there was nothing. The graveyard was my father and his comrades 12 years after the Great War . After the Great War, he was different. He was a lot more mad .

    After the whistle there was painful moans. I fired a couple of shots but nothing happened. I pinched myself. This is certainly not a dream. Suddenly a familiar voice came. It sounded like my dad. “Micheal, I’m your dad and I am here sorry, If you forgive me then you will have the luck from me. You will have the knowledge that I have. Please forgive me.’’

    I thought, if I forgive him then I’ll be happy but if I don’t forgive him then I will be sad. After a lot of going back and forth I decided. I decided that I would forgive him. After, the voice disappeared. A month later, I was almost shot until a gust of wind knocked me over. I was was my dad he had been looking after me. A year later the war ended. I had no scratch on me it has been my father that had protected me.

  22. selective superstar

    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like something was watching me. Daunting skulls were dispersed casually as they sniggered at my existence. Their detrimentally decayed teeth were about to engulf me into their soul as a hiss of repellent mist wafted through the strokes of ebony paint and little splats of stars the bristly brush beheld. Scrunching my nose in disgust and consternation, I allowed the bully to consume me. I was a squeaky, inferior mouse that had to flee from its rivals in order to survive. I bolted of, wanting to cry, wanting to shriek, wanting to yell, but nothing came out. Suddenly, I had reached the grave. Stanely Yelnats. Born in 1978, and passed away in 2022. A beloved father, brother, husband, and hero to the world. A storm of emotions wrenched my gut, twisting and pulling desperately, turning my body sour with nausea. Shaking my head in disappointment, I knew that he wasn’t a hero. At least not to me.

    Suddenly, a jab of agony pierced my heart as I shrieked hoarsely, collapsing in a small bundle and shivering uncontrollably. It was excruciating to recall my father’s relationship with me. The way he spat arrogantly; his nose was held up high, and the way he would always look at me as if I were an inferior ant. The things he would call me were heartbreaking to a little soul. “You little twit, you disgrace from hell… He would never call me by my real name. Whenever my father left my room, my mother would always try to comfort me, wiping my tears and squeezing me into a tight embrace. I still don’t understand why he treated me so badly. However, the question was, should I forgive him?

    If I did forgive him, my heart would be at ease, and I would stop achieving shameful grades at school. The lump in my heart will shrivel, and I will be as free as a melodious bird tweeting its charming tunes in every forest tree. However, how will my father know? He is dead. Under the ground, starting a new life, he wouldn’t bother listening to his “disgrace from hell” even if he could. He will never remember me as the forgiving son who always tried to find positivity in the relationship between his father and him. He will be the snotball, the twit who irritated him. The thought enraged me, and crimson crecents formed in my pallid palms as I clenched my fists. If I didn’t forgive him, I’d always have wrath in my heart, which would grow too big to handle one day, and revenge would poison my compassionate heart. My heart will turn into an inhospitable stone, which will affect other innocent people around me. What was I going to do?

    Almost immediately, a voice hissed like a sly, slithering snake. It was my father’s. The next few words made me gasp in shock. “Son, I’m sorry.” In a blink of an eye, my heart defrosted, and there was only one thing to do. Forming the words in my lips, I whispered tenderly, “I forgive you.” My father and I have had a relationship in different worlds since that day, me on Earth and him in the heavens.

  23. Part 2

    I believe that I could contribute to my private school as I can help settle down people who are new to this school as I am easy to talk with and I can help the school as I can be in the SRC and be a good school captain have been to the scout’s leadership courses.

    Since I am easy to talk with, I helped people settle peacefully in this schoolIn year 1, I was settling my friend Jayden. As I can talk well with him I talked to him at recess and I helped him get used to what we do in class and after that I became friends with him. In year 5, I also can had can talk easily with others. When my teacher told me to sit with Luke since he has no friends and is new to the school, it was easy to talk with him and we found that we share common interests and soon we became friends. In both situations, I settled them peacefully and to them, I was just the starting point.

    I can contribute to the school as I went to a leadership course in 2022 for scouts. I am also a assistant patrol leader. I have helped people think of new activities for scouts and I also have learnt many different things about how to look after the younger people. All of this will help me in being a effective school captain.

    I believe that I can contribute to my dream private school as I can help other people to settle in like what I did to my friends and did leadership courses and am a assistant patrol leader for scouts.

  24. I am a perfect fit for my dream private school, Knox Grammar. I have acheived many academics awards such as math olympiad, spelling bee and many more. I am a perfect fit for Knox Grammar as I understand that this school is pleasing in physical educations and academics. I believe this school is perfect for me as I have high communication skills and can socialize with many people that are not the same age as me. I also contribute to many school activities and I am also curious to do things that are new to me. This school wants people with potential and have leadership qualities, not people that think they have. I hope that one day, i will make the world a better place for everyone. I always challenge myself to new things and I love to learn. This is why I believe I am a perfect fit for Knox Grammar.

  25. Forgivness

    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. Everyone in the village envisages that there is a demonic phantom in the graveyard, Everyone except, me. Sweat emaciated my back, wind empowered against my face. Bones were laid in an unheterogeneous sequence, and a chill ran down my spine. Then, there was a tiny gesticulation, someone or something was behind me.
    I let out a sigh of relief to find an impervious squirrel manoeuvring through the branches of a tree which seemed to be making a strange atmosphere. Every second that passed by, the more captivated I became.

    Paint brushes stroke the evening sky in a dark blue colour. The tranquility of the oceans soothing waves next to the graveyard pacified my heart. The trees branches shook like hands as the leaves laggardly prostrated one by one. Abruptly, my father calling me a demonic cockalorum laying in his death bed ricocheted in my mind, it felt like a dagger piercing my heart. Revenge was all I could think of. The nefarious nebula snaking me.
    Everything was dim, and my legs felt numb.
    “Please, somebody…” I faltered.

    The next thing I knew I was doing was lying next to the grave, “where am I?” was all that came out.
    Then I heard an elevated voice.
    “Son.”
    “Dad?”
    “Please forgive me…”
    The one who called me and Cockalorum demon, the one who didn’t care for me?
    “Dad… I forgive you,” After all, he was our family.
    Tears watered in our eyes.
    “Thank you…”
    Then rays brighter than the sun gleamed down on eyes. Father and son. Reunited again.
    Like a new shell bursting open.

    New Life..

  26. The school where I fit is Sydney Grammar. Sydney Grammar, as well as and education and activity school trusts those to have leadership.
    The reason I think I belong is, I have leadership and generosity. Even if we don’t have leadership we are all natural leaders.
    I have taken many parts of leadership, for example, captain in my swimming team and those relying on me at school for our projects.
    I know what it feels like to be left out. So I help those who are new to our school or those who need help. I am very high in my academics and also very good at sport. I reached top bands in Naplan, in year three and I’m willing to do so in year five. I also do many sports which include swimming, baseball, soccer and more.
    A quote I work towards is, ‘Leaders are made, not born.’ by Vince Lombardi.
    It means to always work hard to become a leader. They are made by hard effort, which is the price which all of us must pay to achieve any goal that is worthwhile. And I will always keep this in my heart as I grow up.

  27. Scholarship Interview Question:
    How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?

    The Sydney Grammar school is my dream private school. I am an assidous learner, engaged, passionate in ways to improve the sustainability, an effective team player, with abundance of curiosity and keenness to be involved in an extensive variety of co-curricular activities. I am a promising young chess player presently hand-selected by Sydney Academy of Chess to join the NSW Elite Chess training program.
    As an aspiring young leader and a promising young chess player, I am currently working towards my chess captaincy by assisting and coaching both junior and senior chess players, year 2 to 6, at school. Continuous learning of conflict resolution, how to give effective feedback and working together towards a successful outcome for the team and our school.
    I hope I can continue to elevate the Sydney Grammar school’s chess community, be a good fit to represent what the school stands for and will be the place that nurture my individual talents.

  28. Part 1
    By Bella Li
    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. My mind flooded with thoughts like running water to a city. My eyes peered to my left. It was just a fallen branch. What could be so harmful? But I felt the strange feeling that behind me, someone lingered and lurked. The wind blew in my pale, pallid face as I carefully but reassuringly looked behind me. I saw an eye, then two, then three, then more. Memories of the many words that my father used to tell me, words of discouragement, under-estimating me, telling me I am too bad, filled half of my brain. Whether I should forgive him in the graveyard or not.

    The other memories of the fun times we had together filled the other half of my brain when I was little compared to now. Different. Only a monster would haunt their child to death with the memories of the words they used to say. My deceased father was one of them. Crack! The earth separated like my father and I.

    My head throbbed the moment my thoughts splashed around. I wasn’t at home. In a graveyard, with a pungent, flesh-like smell. The odour suffocated me with every breath I took. I still had the same feeling; someone was behind me.
    I glanced behind. Of course, it was my ghostly father, coming to ask for forgiveness. I’m not falling into the trap that my father has set me. I see my father’s glee in his wicked smirk. I deny. I was not going to forgive him for the actions he has done. He deserves it.

  29. Ravenswood School for Girls
    Part 2
    How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?

    I’m sure I am 100% fit for my dream private school, Ravenswood. Ravenswood School for Girls is dedicated to their large amount of extracurricular activities such as swimming, public speaking, etc. I am an exceptional swimmer and can teach and share my love of swimming. I have also been a swimming captain and earned a lot of trophies for my school. I was awarded “2022 Junior Girls champion” at school. And my name has been imprinted on my school as well!

    My leadership skills are crucial in Ravenswood too. As an SRC for three years in MPPS, I have shown my leadership to my school and is a great sports captain. As a sports captain, my job is to motivate my team to get better every time we play. As a superb Netball player, I have been cheering on for my team and have been awarded ‘‘player of the year.’’

    I also have a great flair for music. I play piano and bass guitar which shows I have a great variety of pitches and sounds. I am very talented in music because in piano, I am in grade 8 at year 4, and I am also in grade 6 in year 5 for bass guitar too! I am in the school band and is the only person that plays bass guitar!

    I hope that my leadership roles can fit into Ravenswood School for Girls. I am sure I am able to take on other knowledge and pass on my existing knowledge to others.

  30. Lessons From The Afterlife – Aidan

    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. I glanced around quickly but saw nothing, just a shadow of a nearby tree, withered and shrivelled, which appeared like it had been planted in a time long gone. Trepidly, I tiptoed between the rows of graves, careful not to disturb the eerie silence that engulfed me. Finally I found my father’s tombstone, encrusted in gold, a perpetual reminder of his own elevated sense of self-worth and grandiosity.

    As I was mourning his death, I reminisced back to the times when he was still alive. Was he really a good father? After all the times he had pushed me to do those eight hour sessions grinding in front of the piano, or all the times he dismissed my concert performances by highlighting each and every little mistake and imperfection, did he really not deserve any other punishment other than death?

    While pondering this question, a loud rustling of leaves behind me snapped me out of my trance. I slowly turned around and saw a shadow of my lean, pale white father. His hands were trembling as he surveyed me, with a forlorn face, and remorseful eyes. He pleaded that I forgive him, as he said the practice would pay off and one day I would become as good as him. He told me that he was proud of me, words that he never uttered while he was alive.

    I contemplated what he said, and after reflecting on the immeasurable strength, resilience and determination I acquired through my father’s callous parenting techniques, I decided to forgive him. We embraced in an awkward hug (as my hand went right through him) and said our goodbyes. He disappeared into the shadows while I made my way back home with a sense of closure I never thought I needed, and my heart felt a peace I had never felt before.

  31. Pt2: Aidan
    I believe that I can contribute to my dream private school in many different ways. Firstly, I am a great leader and can be a student representative council leader as I bring many different ideas and skills to the table. Also, I am a great person at sports so I could be a house captain or represent our school for tennis or table tennis. I am also interested in many other activities, I am great at public speaking and I could join the debating team too. Finally, I am very friendly and having me in the school would allow students to make a new friend when they are lonely.

  32. selective superstar

    Why I am a good fit for my dream private school- Meriden

    My personal values align with those of the school, Meriden, as I am a supportive peer, a good role model, honest and trustworthy, and always open to a challenge. I have a servant heart, and I am always willing to offer assistance when needed. I have taken part in many fundraisers at my school as well as presented my ideas for school improvements and new activities that can be held. For example, I presented my idea of creating Christmas cards for sick children in hospitals, which got accepted, and now Christmas cards have been sent all the way to Chicago in time for Christmas. I also donate to many organizations such as The Salvation Army, Vinnies, and UNICEF in order to help children and families who are less fortunate than me.

    I have also been part of extracurricular teams, which are valued at Meriden. I have been part of the IPSHA debating team, school choir, and IPSHA netball team. I have also participated in academic assessments such as Maths Olympiad, in which I got in the top 25%, and ICAS, in which I received the highest scores in the grade. My communication skills are also strong, which is another skill that is valued at Meriden. As previously stated, I competed on the IPSHA debating team and was chosen to represent my school at the IPSHA Gala Day. I also received a semi-finalist award in public speaking.

    Leadership is highly regarded at Meriden, and I think I will be a good fit. I have been elected this year as the 2023 Junior School Prefect. I am also a classroom monitor, where I help the teacher with marking, stamping, and sorting out classroom supplies. I have been elected in previous years as class captain and vice captain, and I had the great pleasure of assisting teachers and students.

  33. Garima Malhotra

    Forgiveness or Resentment – Pearl 515 words

    Meandering through the eerie one-way airport to heaven and hell, it felt like something was watching me. I heard something behind me and I whirled around poised to attack like a panther leaping for its prey. But, it was just a falling leaf. As I made my way towards my father’s caliginous grave, memories devoured me. I remember my 5 year old self coming home from school one day, after losing my pencil, and my diabolical, self-absorbed, champion wrestler father whipping me on my back with a belt of spikes. I remember hoping that perhaps under all my father’s hard and cruel layers, there was someone who loved me. I remember stealing a coconut, and presenting it to my father, with a hopeful look on my face. Hoping he would appreciate it and be more compassionate towards me. But, instead he crushed the coconut in his palms and threw me at a wall, choking me for being soft and not keeping it to myself, instead. I remember all those nights sleeping under the hail and rain outside on the walkway without a blanket, on the rough, rocky concrete floor. I clutched my forehead in agonizing pain. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry, as bitter, stinging tears rolled down my cheek. What had I done to deserve such a cruel father? I remember my birth, when I had expected to open my eyes and see smiling, protective parents looking down at me. Instead, I saw the scowling, crinkled up face of my father. I pushed myself forward, towards the grave, refusing to be drowned in the past. As I neared the grave I stood by the lake, which was the only thing between me and my father. I closed my eyes, in silence for a moment. When I opened them I saw a faint figure on the other side of the lake. I squinted at it and recognised the terrifying , bulky figure of the devil… My father. I couldn’t move , I couldn’t speak , I was frozen in terror. The shape ran towards me, and I expected him to attack me. But, as the shape neared me, it fell to its knees. ‘Daughter, I’ve been so cruel to you! I’m so very sorry. Can- can you ever forgive me?’ Father begged. ‘Forgive you?’ I shouted , ‘ How, after everything you’ve done? Do you remember locking me in a cupboard for days because I couldn’t defeat a tiger? I was bleeding and I would have died if I hadn’t figured out how to crack the lock!’ ‘Please,’ he pleaded ‘ I truly am sorry!’
    I sighed. If I forgave him, would he ever be adequately punished? But if I held a grudge against him, that would stick in my mind forever, and really impact me. Forgiveness or Resentment? Forgiveness or Resentment? Forgiveness or ….
    ‘I forgive you for the crimes you’ve done, because you are my father. In your next life, remember my words, Hatred and Cruelty on causes pain, for you, your family, your neighbourhood, the whole world. One act can change someone’s life.

  34. selective superstar

    How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles? – Meriden

    My personal values align with those of the school, Meriden, as I am a supportive peer, a good role model, honest and trustworthy, and always open to a challenge. I have a servant’s heart, and I will always be willing to offer assistance when needed at Meriden. I have taken part in many fundraisers at my school as well as presented my ideas for school improvements and new activities that can be held. For example, I presented my idea of creating Christmas cards for sick children in hospitals, which got accepted, and now Christmas cards have been sent all the way to Chicago in time for Christmas. It would be an honor to participate and present my ideas at Meriden. I will also look out for staff and students in need and will always be willing to help out.

    I have also been part of extracurricular teams, which I will continue to pursue and contribute to in Meriden. I have previously been part of the IPSHA debating team, school choir, and IPSHA netball team, and it will once again be an honor to pursue the same and other activities at Meriden. I have also taken academic tests like the Math Olympiad, where I scored in the top 25%, and the ICAS, where I got the highest scores in the grade. I will strive to be the best I can be at Meriden, both academically and socially. My communication skills are also strong. As previously stated, I competed on the IPSHA debating team and was chosen to represent my school at the IPSHA Gala Day. I also received a semi-finalist award in public speaking.

    Leadership is highly regarded at Meriden, and I think I will be a great fit. I have been elected this year as the 2023 Junior School Prefect. I am also a classroom monitor, where I help the teacher with marking, stamping, and sorting out classroom supplies. I have been elected in previous years as class captain and vice captain, and I had the great pleasure of assisting teachers and students. At Meriden, I will take on leadership roles to help serve the staff and students.

  35. Garima Malhotra

    How can you contribute to your dream private school? – Pearl – 232 words
    Here are a few ways I can contribute to my dream private school .
    First up, friendly and approachable. I joined Rouse Hill Public School just this year and my parents were worried if I would make friends. They were pleasantly surprised that I have tons of friends there. I’m sure the school would benefit with someone who’s friendly.
    Secondly, trustworthy. You can trust me to be punctual. I’ll never miss anything. Part of being trustworthy is being a team player, and that’s just what I am. I’m very cooperative and I listen to everyone’s ideas. In a school, we can’t have everyone talking over each other can we?
    Another one of the traits is chatterbox. My dad says I go on and on about anything and everything. My friends say I’m also a good listener, as I listen to their problems. So if my peers ever need to talk something out, or just want someone to listen, I‘m always there, no matter if the problem is big or small. This trait is an amazing one to have as I will provide emotional support to those who need it.

    These are only a few of the many ways I will contribute to my dream private school.

    We are being assigned leadership roles this year, so I can’t say if I’ll get one.

  36. amyliairbusgmail-com

    Part 1- Thomas Wang:

    Meandering through the graveyard, I felt like something was watching me. I didn’t believe those creepy stories about graveyards, and so I carried on with my journey. I suddenly turned around in fright and realise all that was watching was a stray bunny hopping around like a drunk man. My eyes darted from left to right trying to spot something else. Nothing. I decided the best option was to forget about it and keep walking. At night-time, I could easily be ambushed by anything, I was sure there might still be something out there, I shouldn’t have come here at night. My father’s grave wasn’t too far from the entrance, I could surely be able to make it before I ran back out again.

    Could I forgive my father, after what he had done? After I found his grave, I could only imagine his gaunt deceased body inside that pit. I remembered all those harsh years of torture, punished for the slightest mistake. I felt like all the bruises I got were still radiating pain into my body. All the lies he made to my mother and I. All of that after he had returned from military service. He had lost all his friends and loved ones because of how he changed. I could still see that because there weren’t any flowers on top of his grave, unlike the others.

    A ghost suddenly rose from the grave, shaking the ground slightly. I instantly recognised the face; it was my father. But instead of shouting or whacking, he was on his knees begging for forgiveness. “Please, without your forgiveness I am not allowed to go past the gates of heaven, and even in hell I am currently being abused.” He might be doing this to just be able to get all the best things available, and not really deserve it. On the other hand, he could have changed after all this time, but I was still thinking about the cruelty of him.

    “Please,” he said again. I was getting quite annoyed at this point. I was trying to think, and he was acting like a lump of camel snot in front of me. “Alright, fine I forgive you,” without him I wouldn’t exist after all. My father’s gravestone shook with glee as its occupier rose to heaven in a bright beam of light. I decided to leave before anyone wakes up and decides to ask me what was going on.

    When I got home after a subway ride, I could almost see my father waving to me from heaven. I decided to forget about it and sleep, and that night I dreamt of my father in heaven, being greedy and ruining everything, although not being able to be kicked out. I hoped it wasn’t one of those dreams that were true. I figured if I said I would like to undo the act of forgiveness he he might go back to hell.

    Meandering through the graveyard

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    Part 2-Thomas Wang:

    I believe there are many ways in which I can contribute to my dream private school. I am friendly and can make friends with anyone, especially ones who are left out. Besides, I already have friends in one of the primary preparatory schools for the high school. I will always
    help and give my hand to people if they need it. I will support any of my fellow students through any heavy burden. I will even give up on a competition so my comrades would win instead. I will always encourage you to keep going.

    am also hard-working like the other students in the school and always try my best at every task or activity. I am also interested in many things, and I can sign up for different school activities such as band. I am also very creative and will help greatly in my dream private school.

  38. Part 1 – Jayden Kok

    The Choice

    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like someone was watching me. I silently stared at the dilapidated gravestone of my treacherous father. Anger surged across my heart as I remembered the terrible memories of what my father did to me. The studying I did. The sleepless nights. The beatings when I got something wrong. The tears shed every day. He pushed me hard, forcing me to study and get better. Life was hard, fighting not to get bitten by the shark waiting to bite me in the water when I slipped. I saw my father standing on his gravestone, looking into my soul with teary eyes, begging for forgiveness. I felt like a fish, tempted to eat the food from the hook. I imagined if I forgave him, would he feel free and happy to do these things again? Would he learn from his mistakes or drop them and forget what he did to me?

    I sat down on the cold grass, deep in my thoughts. Memories of the past flooded and engulfed me in a sea of memories. Salty tears went down the smooth skin on my face. Then, realisation struck me. Where was I now? I have a good life. I was a specialist doctor with a PhD. My father had done this for a reason. He shaped me into what I am now. I should not be angry but thankful. His tiring method was to teach me. He stayed awake with me all night, helping me with my studies. If he had not pushed me beyond my limits, I would not have had a good life but, instead, have a tough life. He had done this all for a reason.

    I knew I had to pick. To forgive my father and feel free of what happened or keep it with me forever, remembering it every day for the rest of my life. I knew my father did this for a reason, but the pain he caused me made me wonder if he just used it as an excuse for the beatings. His image was in front of me, lingering there for me to say something.

    “Please forgive me, my son,” his image conveyed.

    I looked at him, stupefied. I did not expect him to say sorry and ask for forgiveness in a million years. I wondered if he was a changed man. Chameleons could change their colours. He had helped me throughout life, even though it was not how I wanted him to. I realised he was trying to have a fresh, new start in his afterlife. His heart had softened and turned from black to white.

    “I forgive you,” I said with tears pouring down my face.

    Then, I felt him embrace me like he never had before.

  39. Part 2 – Jayden Kok

    How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?

    I can contribute to one of the top Christian private schools in many ways. I have a caring and responsible character and love to help teachers with things they need. After class, I usually straighten the books in the classroom and tuck in all the untucked chairs. I can also share about my faith, which has great values like the fruit of the spirit. I also love helping others when I know something, and someone else does not understand.

    In the previous summer season, I led my basketball team to a victorious season by fostering good teamwork.

    I dream of coming to one of the top Christian private schools and would love to share anything good I have learnt.

  40. Part 1
    Disgrace
    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like someone was watching me. I swiftly spun around just in case to catch the spy but no one was there, just my copycat shadow. I had been clambering up the cemetery hill for what felt like hours until I found it. My father’s gravestone. I stared carefully at the derelict words and numbers carved on. “1950-2022. R.I.P Percy Kase, The soccer legend” I suddenly felt faint and a flashback took over. I remembered how I was silently counting down 5,4,3,2,1 for the New Year and when I reached 0, I heard a tumultuous thump. Then there was a deafening silence then it came. A shrill wail which sounded like my mother. I was daunted and rushed down the stairs to see my father laying down on the stairs, pale.” The thought still haunts me to this day, a year later.
    Could I forgive my father for everything he had done? I still had a vivid memory when I went down to the park to practice soccer with my father. All the other kids, frolicking around would have their face painted with joy on the swings which is what I wanted to do. By the time I was 16, I had never gone on a swing because my father would force me to play soccer. He would always push me to play soccer for hours and hours non-stop. The worst part is, whenever I would stumble or mis-aim a goal, he would drag me into the bathrooms and spank me which not only left a bruise, but an emotional scar too. Percy would never spank me where people were because he obviously cared about his reputation more than me. When I became so weary from training, I had a savoury taste in my throat which was like blood and it ached. When I was 11, he thought I ate too much so he cut my food and only gave me fruit. When I told my mother about all the torture I had to experience, she ignored me and thought I was lying.
    When it got a bit dark, I decided to head back home. However, I heard a swish and muffled sob come from the gravestone. It was my father’s ghost! He was sobbing uncontrollably but managed to speak words of apology “Im so sorry darling! I-I-I just wanted you to be as good as me and I know everything I did was appalling and disheartening. Please forgive me” NO! I will not! You left me trauma which is still carved in my heart.” I screamed while trying to hold back tears.
    I stormed down the hill with my hands in my face.
    At night, I thought about everything that had happened. Had he really only did everything for my own good? I pushed the thought out of my mind. Tomorrow I was determined to go back and talk to my father.

  41. I would love to be part of Sydney Grammar’s school community as I know I will contribute greatly and involve myself as much as possible. Being somebody who has lots of experience in debating, there is no doubt that I will contribute sensibly and thoughtfully to boost the greater cause. Last year, I reached the regional stage of swimming and was chosen for smaller leadership roles such as Class Captain. At Sydney Grammar, I hope to reach more opportunities for leadership and help enhance the school community as much as I can.

  42. Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like something was watching me. Cautiously, I turned around only to find that nothing was there. I warily continued down the broken path that led to the forgotten graveyard of my ancestors.

    I stared down at the cobweb covered gravestone of my father. Today was the tenth anniversary of his death so I had decided to pay him a visit. I took a bunch of flowers that had rotted long ago, out of my pocket and said a few words of thanks before turning to leave.

    I stopped myself in my tracks. I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not when he had done something so unforgivable. I remembered what he was like when I was born. He had held in his arms, and smiled down. I still remembered the man who had loved his family very much and would have done anything for them. Then came the day.My mother died when she gave birth to my younger sister. My father mourned the death for years and then instead of carrying on with life, he took the darker path.. He would tell us to do everything in the house while he sat down by the couch and watched us do all the work, hit our hands until they bruised if we made even the smallest mistake and picked at everything we did. My older sister couldn’t stand it so she ran away but got hit by a car. I could never forgive my father for that.

    A light breeze swept over me. I turned around and there I saw him. Young and unharmed, standing there.
    “Go away,” I said “I don’t want anything to do with you,”
    “I’m sorry,” he explained “Please forgive me,”
    I thought it over but I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. Not after what he had done. Before I could reply to him, he was gone. I looked down at his grave but the cobwebs had disappeared, in their place stood a beautiful dandelion that had just bloomed.

  43. PART 1
    AARAV DADDIKAR

    Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. I hastily turned around. It was nothing. As I continued to walk forward, I took a glance at the ground, there was a shadow behind me. It felt as if it was about to ambush me, when I’m caught off guard. One more time, I jumped around, my hands and legs in a karate stance. The one my dad taught me about. Still, nothing except the black sky. Since my father left this world, I have become unexpectedly circumspect. All the memories of training early mornings and late nights haunted me. Forcing me to play better. Taking workouts training that were meant for beasts. Am I wrong to hate someone who raised me, taught me and fed me? I still remember his bright smile beaming down when I was still a baby compared to the present. Now replaced with a choking, malignant cloud. Crack! The ground splits open and I am swallowed in it.

    My head was spinning the moment my eyes flung open. I was in a different place yet the same revolting odour choked me with every breath I took. Maybe my body couldn’t handle dead bodies and immediately shut down. The darkness was soothing, tranquil even. But as time went by, laying down in my darkroom in my mind the same threatening feeling of being watched by my dad crept up on me again. The feeling of him cursing me from a distance.

    Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Rough and calloused. They seemed familiar. The suffering, the unwillingness, the tears but after that there was celebration, freedom, and exuberance. I glance behind me, of course, my deceased father comes to ask for forgiveness. A leopard cannot change its spots, so I wasn’t going to bow to my father. I see my father pleasantly smiling as if glad to see me, I could see through this two-faced man’s motives. He asked for forgiveness, so that guilt would not tear him apart.
    His arduous method of teaching has led me to where I am now a professional cricketer for Australia. I have finally learned that his ways have brought me great success after all that hard work. I am released from my cage in my mind and see a different soul in my father.

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    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like something was watching me. Swiftly, I spun around only to see nothing there. Continuing to walk ahead, I kept thinking about the one question that has been stuck in my head like glue – should I forgive my now deceased father? He was a kind and gentle person to me but as I got older, a beast slowly but surely emerged him. Horrible memories of hard studying and forcing me to do cruel actions has haunted me ever since.

    My father was an extremely commanding person, always ordering me around the house to do chores and not giving me a break after school. Instead of letting me play outside or on a computer with other kids my age, he demanded me go up to my room and study for countless hours and hours a day, only to stop when my hands were twigs. The only few times that I was able to go outside is when he made me do all the sports that I hated, such as golf and running around the park infinite times. He made me learn sports such as karate, soccer, basketball, netball and of course golf.

    I looked down at my father’s grave and suddenly a shiver ran down my spine. My fathers ghost emerged from the underground and begged for forgiveness, telling me I was thinking about the wrong thing. I thought about it and I realised why would I not forgive and hate someone who raised, fed, cared and loved me for my entire life? I remember when I was a cute little baby, my father always by my side and protecting me from anything that could hurt me. His bright, heartwarming smile beaming down to me like a bright summer sun. After all, all the hard studying, harassing and commanding paid off, I got into my dream high school and university. I became a doctor and I actually enjoyed golf for once.

    Suddenly it came to me. The answer to the question that has been stuck in my head. All the suffering, harassing, commanding and shouting all paid off. I got what I wanted, my father got what he wanted, we both got what we wanted. He made me who I am today, I wouldn’t have become a doctor to earn money and help sick people without my father. I wouldn’t have enjoyed golf without him. So I placed a bouquet of flowers on my father’s grave and went home. My father’s soul can finally rest.

  45. Part 1
    Topic 1:
    Write a narrative with this opening line: Meandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me.

    Include a difficult decision about whether or not to forgive your deceased father.

    Use both https://myshakespeare.com/hamlet/act-1-scene-5 https://genius.com/Ted-hughes-the-shot-annotated as inspiration for your story

    Meandering through the graveyard, it felt like someone was watching me. I felt something on my shoulder breathing on me, however, when I turned sharply to look behind me, I saw nothing. I continued my cautious stride to my father’s grave. There was a brumous chill of Winter as I arrived at his grave, memories flooding back to me like a tsunami. Moments of hatred was all I could think of. There were no nice memories of my father. In fact, the word ‘nice’, hasn’t existed in my family. The quarrel me and my father went through was not your normal five-year-old quarrel. It was as powerful as war.
    Just as I was thinking of my memories of my evil Olympic wrestler father, a shooting pain went through me. My scar on my leg where my father had kicked me, many years ago, was bleeding and I was shouting in agony. I got a lot more flashbacks of my father and how cruel he was. I saw my 3-year-old self, slumped up against the wall, tears streaming down my eyes. And then in the present I saw his ghost shadow, begging for mercy.
    “I am sorry my son. I am deeply sorry. I am sorry that in my cruel, evil life, I couldn’t be a normal dad. I was to focused on my fame. Will you please forgive me?” pleaded my father.
    “Forgive you!” I shouted. “Why would I? You once shoved me outside in the rain and made me sleep there, all by myself!”
    “I am sorry. Will you forgive me, please,” asked my father, once again.
    The wind in the background started howling, as if telling me not to forgive him. However, he was in my family. Looking at him, it looked like his heart was crippled. If I didn’t forgive him and held my grudge, this day, this night, this presence of my father, I would never forget. If I forgave my father, he would never have a price to pay, if I held a grudge on him, I would never forget, and his presence would be haunting me forever. What option would I pick?
    “I will forgive you,” I announced.
    “Thank you, my dear son. No other son could be better than you.”
    Then in a flash my father was gone leaving me with only a coffin and a flower with a note saying, ‘You know what to do’ and so I put the red rose on my father’s coffin, kept the note and went on my way home. Then my father’s voice whispered to my for the last time, saying “Good luck my son.” Then I stopped looked back at my father’s grave, for the last time, and ran back to my house.

  46. Part 2
    Topic 1:
    How can you contribute to your dream private school? Have you taken part in any leadership roles?

    Music is a significant part of my life as it fosters knowledge, understanding and skills that contribute to the lifelong processes of learning, appreciation, and enjoyment of music. Furthermore, it brightens up my life and fulfils me to bring joy to others with music.
    I have great dedication, talent, and commitment to my music learning by trying my best and practising with excellent quality. My natural musical ability makes it easy for me to pick up new repertoire by playing beautifully, taking on new guidance, and applying knowledge to the practical components of music. My optimistic nature comes out through playing instruments with thorough energy and enjoyment.

    I am willing to learn a third instrument, such as the organ or the cello because I am always an exceptionally fast learner and my adaptation ability is very strong. I currently am a talented, diligent, outstanding young man. If I get selected for the Redlands Scholarship, I would be a great asset to Redlands School by bestowing my sensational musical talent into Redlands – not only for my knowledge of classical music but also for my notable jazz abilities along with other musical instruments for ensemble work.

    Academics have been a part of great eminence in my schooling life. My favourite subject would be writing in a heartbeat, followed by mathematics and then my interests in technology and drama. Redlands will offer countless core courses and elective courses for me, including Mathematics, Visual arts, Geography and Modern History. I believe that I would excel in Languages such as Latin or French. I know that Redlands’ mentors will help kids such as myself in their academic paths.
    I would like to be considered for the Academic scholarship as I believe that Redlands allows me to enhance my academic ability by expanding my knowledge and educational skill. Redlands’ intense focus on academic success and achievement shown through the excellent IB and HSC results aligns with my vision and goals for future academic growth.
    The Scholarship allows for the opportunity for me to partake in the IB, an all-rounded academic program, where intellectual diversity is prevalent again aligning with my current all-rounded academic skills.

    I would be very appreciative if I get the opportunity for Redlands All-rounded scholarship.
    I would like to be considered for the All-Rounder scholarship as I believe that Redlands allows me to enhance my learning ability by expanding my knowledge and educational skill. Redlands’ intense focus on academic success and achievement shown through the excellent IB and HSC results aligns with my vision and goals for future academic growth. I could use my strong academic ability and potential.

    Additionally, I am an energetic and enthusiastic young man. The scholarship also allows me to excel in the diverse sporting aspects that Redlands has to offer. The competitive sporting program at Redlands notably rowing and rugby allows me to represent the school and its values in the wider community.
    Furthermore, the school’s wide range of co-curricular activities provides me with a holistic education allowing me to enhance my experience with activities such as Writing and Math enrichment which I currently involve myself in.
    I will be very delighted to take part in the school orchestra, ensemble and band. I would love to participate in Redlands’ school drama and debating clubs. I would be proud of representing school teams by participating in a variety of educational-related activities.

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