Alice Miller in Term 4, 2024 HAPPENINGS AROUND THE PLACE

Important Dates

Term One: 30th January - 10th April
Term Two: 29th April - 27th June
Term Three: 21st of July - 18th September
Term Four: 7th October - 12th December

John Marsden

Candlebark and Alice Miller School public statement

It is with profound sadness that we acknowledge the passing of John Marsden, renowned Australian author, educational pioneer, and founder of Candlebark and Alice Miller Schools.

John Marsden transformed countless young lives through both his writing and his groundbreaking approach to education. As one of Australia's most beloved and successful authors, he sold more than 5 million books and was translated into 15 languages. His "Tomorrow" series, beginning with "Tomorrow, When the War Began," became an international phenomenon, but John always maintained that his greatest pride lay in the schools he established.

In 2006, John founded Candlebark, followed by Alice Miller School in 2016, embodying his progressive educational philosophy that emphasised student agency, creativity, and adventure. The schools operated through the motto ‘take risks, take care’ and promoted learning through first-hand experiences, creativity, and meaningful student-teacher relationships. Despite stepping down as principal earlier this year, John remained deeply involved with both schools, teaching Year 7 English at Candlebark - an experience he described as one of the three most memorable and rewarding teaching experiences of his long career. In the week before his passing, he attended the Year 7 and Grade 6 graduations, where students spoke movingly about the impact of his educational vision on their lives.

Before establishing his schools, John spent decades teaching in various institutions, including Geelong Grammar’s Timbertop and Fitzroy Community School. Prior to his career in education, he worked in various jobs including in an abattoir, as a lorry driver, and in the emergency ward in a hospital (the job he most likened to working as a school principal). His educational philosophy, detailed in works such as "The Art of Growing Up" and "Take Risks," influenced educators worldwide. He frequently conducted workshops for teachers and parents, sharing his insights about education, young people, and the importance of authentic learning experiences.

As an author, John's contribution to young adult literature was revolutionary. His unflinching honesty in addressing complex themes resonated with readers globally, earning him numerous awards including the Children's Book Council of Australia Book of the Year Award. However, true to his humble nature, John often downplayed his literary success, preferring to focus on his educational work where he could directly impact young lives.

Sarita Ryan, Principal of Alice Miller School and Candlebark, said: "John was a true champion of children and young people. He had unflinching belief in them and viewed them with profound respect. The schools were designed to allow students to be authentic, expressive, and highly capable given the right opportunities. John never viewed Candlebark and Alice Miller as particularly radical, as in his mind the schools ‘just did the bleeding obvious’. In a time when children’s lives are increasingly dominated by technology with shrinking real-world experiences, John chose to walk the opposite path. The results are schools that burst with vitality and are places where kids actually want to be."

John's educational vision will continue to thrive at both Candlebark and Alice Miller Schools, where his philosophy of learning through adventure, mutual respect, and commitment to authentic education remains at the heart of everything we do.

A note from Sarita: "The support from the school community has been deeply moving to us and has made a heartbreaking time much more bearable. I feel very proud to be part of such a place. We are currently working through the practical aspects of John's passing, but will announce a memorial allowing the school community to pay their respects in due course. Thank you."

Year 7 Alice Miller & Candlebark Bike Camp

‘Cyclists see considerably more of this beautiful world than any other class of citizens’.

Dr. K.K. Doty - 19th century New York cycling enthusiast.

There is excitement and nervous energy as four groups of cyclists gather at three different locations to begin five epic days of riding. There are groups at Candlebark and Alice Miller, and another in Woodend. Each group has their own name, and identity; the Scorchers, Boneshakers, High Wheelers, and Flying Pigeons. In total, over 80 students, staff, and volunteers are involved on the first day of riding. It is far and away the largest group of riders to undertake this journey in the seven editions of the event. Pretty soon, we are on our way!

From the beginning, one group encounters an unexpected obstacle; the bike path beneath the bridge in Woodend is submerged beneath 10cm of the Five Mile Creek. Funnily enough, a few kids who had reservations about riding have no reservations about riding through water. Others climb along a convenient guard rail while their bikes are ferried through to dry land on the other side. We follow a shady path toglorious sunshine, with a panoramic view from Mount Macedon to the Camels Hump to Hanging Rock.

Meanwhile, the Candlebark kids follow a familiar route, before making a series of left and right turns that eventually lead to a straight road heading north, towards lunch. Excitement grows as our different routes converge. Before long, all four groups are within an hour of each other. We stretch out as we glide along Goochs Lane, tackle a tough climb, and negotiate a notorious stretch of gravel that has brought experienced riders unstuck in previous years. Applying excellent judgement and careful use of the brakes, everyone makes it to lunch safely, where a feast of fresh fruit and salad rolls awaits.

There are still ten kilometres to ride after lunch, and at least two of these are uphill. Over the first few days, we push our bikes up many hills that might have been cycled if they had been encountered later in the week. The final hill of the day is not one of these hills; it would be difficult to climb anytime. The reward is a ripping downhill to the Burke and Hills Track, and the knowledge that the Baynton Hall, our campsite for the night, is just around the corner. By the time we arrive, others have already set up tents in the shade and made themselves at home. The final riders are cheered in enthusiastically by their peers.

On Tuesday, we wake in the clouds. Light rain falls as we pack tents, eat breakfast, and make final preparations for the day. It makes sense to start in a waterproof jacket, but within an hour most people are riding in shirts. Fortunately, each ride group has an incredibly patient support vehicle driver following closely behind. They collect our unwanted debris, supply snacks, sunscreen, and water refills, and alert other vehicles to our presence on the road (when our luminous high visibility vests aren’t enough). This is an important job and we greatly appreciate the coming and going of these volunteers throughout the week.

Back on the bikes, we cross Pipers Creek and the Campaspe River as we make our way west towards Metcalfe, and eventually Mount Alexander. The mountain looms large; both in the landscape, as we creep closer and closer, and in our minds, for most riders have heard stories from previous years of a gruelling two kilometre climb to end the day. One staff member even likens the mountain to Mordor, from Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. Eeek. All this awaits our strongest cyclists, after a well-deserved break in Metcalfe. There is a deafening chorus of cicadas; we join them in the shade offered by the trees they inhabit.

Our route soon takes a direct path toward the now not-so-distant mountain. We make good progress along a sandy track with overhanging eucalypts. We cross an aqueduct that begins at a reservoir that we will pass later in the week. The cool water is welcome on a warm afternoon; we fill a bottle and pour it over our heads and through the holes in our helmets. Before long, we reach the inevitable climb, which comes after we have already cycled 56km. It is steeper than those who have been here before can remember; the ultimate test at the end of a long and demanding day.

What unfolds next is something that needs to be seen to be believed. Beginning at the back, we follow a long line of riders making their way slowly, steadily, creatively up the unrelenting hill. Some push their bikes. Some zig zag from left to right and back again, making full use of the road and the slightly gentler gradient that this approach offers. We battle for every metre gained, but there are no tears. Instead, there is a fierce and growing determination to reach the top. One by one, we veer left towards the campground.Bikes are gently laid to rest, creating a complex maze to unravel in the morning. We rest too, but not for long; a ball game begins and undiscovered reserves of energy are tapped.

The stunning setting at the Leanganook campground is missing one important detail; the vehicle and horse float carrying our gear and tents. Unfortunately, the vehicle has failed to make it up the same road we have just climbed ourselves. Nobody seems too concerned. Dinner arrives, and there are boxes of fresh fruit and tubs of home baked treats to enjoy. A remarkable crew of staff and volunteers pull everything together as the day draws to an end; recovering the float with our gear, preparing dinner with limited facilities, repairing vehicles and trailers, refilling water barrels, and matching mixed up tent parts. By the time we roll into bed, the scene is complete, beneath a clear sky filled with bright stars.

What goes up, must come down, and there are two ways to get down from Leeanganook. Both are frighteningly steep, requiring two hands on brakes, instead of one. After some thorough investigative work, we establish that a number of students have been warned about possible risks associated with using the front brake only. They have therefore decided to not use this brake at all; a strategy that we reassess before proceeding any further. All three groups survive the sealed road descent, however a collision involving multiple bikes occurs when the Scorchers reach the gravel. Wounds are patched, bikes are salvaged, and hot chip sandwiches are hungrily devoured when the group eventually reaches Castlemaine.

Meanwhile, the Boneshakers and High Wheelers follow a delightful route via Golden Point Reservoir, a giant unicorn, two supportive Grandparents, and the Forest Creek trail into the heart of Castlemaine. In a conveniently located front yard, we celebrate a patch of lush green grass, beneath shady trees, while eating a second morning tea. Lunch follows soon after at the Muckleford train station, before we tackle the final ten kilometres to Maldon. A significant, late afternoon stack slows one rider; a fractured scaphoid sadly ending three strong days of riding for this courageous Candlebark student.

Three ride groups converge on Maldon together, which must be an unusual sight in a relatively quiet part of the world. The local supermarket and cafes do a roaring trade as a stampede of hot and thirsty cyclists fulfill their wildest dreams with fizzy drinks, ice creams, salty chips, sweet lollies, and prosciutto! Back at the footy ground, tents and tarps find homes on the immaculate green grass. There are cold showers, and a BBQ of sizzling sausages for dinner. It is a beautiful place to spend a summer evening. However, with an early start planned for the next day, most people are in sleeping bags at a respectable hour.

We race the sun the following morning. Ideally, we want to be riding by 8am, and we are pretty close to achieving this. Three stacks on the return journey to Muckleford initially slow us down, but from there we make excellent progress to Vaughan Springs. It is hot, but it will only get hotter, and this is a great incentive to keep moving. We move so fast that we reach the cool pools of the Loddon River well before midday. There is plenty of time for a swim and rope swing plunge before lunch. However, there are also still twenty tough kilometres to ride, beginning with the brutal climb back to the main road.

When we return to our route, the conditions are challenging; soaring temperatures, steep gravel roads, and minimal shade mean that we have to work harder than ever before. Remarkably, most of the group manages to maintain a healthy level of positivity. Those in need take spells in the support vehicle, but they are quick to give up their places to others when their peers have no more to give. We fill a water bottle with warm dam water and pour it over our heads. We ride on, mostly up, and often for extended periods. The effort required to reach each crest is massive at this time of day. Eventually, our efforts are rewarded; we take a break beside a cool, shady creek, less than 5km from our campsite.

Nothing can stop us now, not even another massive hill that appears from nowhere. Many would have walked this hill on Monday; most ride it now. Moments like these are few and far between. We are close enough to the end to know that we will make it, yet still far enough away to be able to enjoy the deep satisfaction that comes with achieving something that seemed so far away only a few hours earlier. Enhancing our joy is a shady, tree lined street, and a final downhill run to our campsite at a local reserve. The atmosphere at camp is festive, which is hardly surprising. Four days complete, one day to go.

There is an unusually large number of packed tents beside the horse float the next morning. Quite a few kids have spent the night sleeping under the stars, and a few are thrilled to report their shooting star sightings. By now, we are a reasonably well-oiled machine, and leaving by 8am is well within the realms of possibility. Our volunteers for the day are equally well organised, and super punctual. A tough first hour leads to Springhill, where the forest gives way to expansive views across the Upper Coliban Reservoir.

South of Kyneton, we start to recognise familiar places. While we still have a way to go, we now know roughly how far we have to go. We know where particular roads lead. This makes a surprisingly big difference, but our growing motivation is soon countered by an increasingly strong breeze. We tack right and then left, crossing the Calder Freeway at Carlsruhe, and pushing on to lunch at Hanging Rock. Meanwhile, the kids heading to Alice Miller negotiate the Campaspe River ford, before reaching the edge of the Wombat Forest.

After five epic days, we return to where most of us began - the front gates of Candlebark or Alice Miller. The Candlebark driveway feels more like the finish of a mountain stage in the Tour de France. The crowd goes absolutely wild as riders summon a final burst of energy to propel themselves to the top. At Alice Miller, staff and students line an Avenue of Honour to welcome the riders. Every rider is a hero; their efforts are heroic. Almost all have been stretched well beyond what is comfortable, and they have responded emphatically. There is nothing these kids could not do, and we are infinitely proud of what they have done.

Of course, this adventure would not have been possible without the generous support we received from a number of Very Important People. A massive thanks to the parents and grandparents who joined us on their bikes, and in their vehicles; some for a day, and several for longer. Thanks to the many people working ‘behind the scenes’ to prepare food, deliver food, repair vehicles, and communicate with families. Thanks to the dynamic and incredibly hard working staff team, who were wherever they needed to be, from the crack of dawn until well after the sun had set each day. What a week - thanks everyone!

By Sam Ford, Outdoor Education Coordinator.

Year 10 Big Trip Reflections

Group Soba

We made our first Japanese train journey between Narita airport and Oji in Tokyo as the sun set and peak hour rapidly approached. A baseball game out one window, a shrine out the other. A guesthouse name and address roughly scribbled on a small slip of paper was enough for the train station master and a friendly local policeman to point us in the right direction. We enjoyed our first convenience store meals, showered, and crawled into bed.

We continued to Matsumoto the following morning - 2.5 hours by train from Tokyo. A matsuri (Japanese festival) awaited us at Yorashira Shrine on Nawate Street - including streets filled with people, food stalls, Japanese games, live music, and fireworks! We attended the city museum and an art museum featuring the work of renowned Japanese artist Yoyoi Kusama.

Next stop - Kamikochi and the Japanese Alps! We needed our head torches to reach the campground at Tokusawa, where we discovered many colourful tents lit from the inside with torch light. An announcement over a loudspeaker requested quiet time from 8pm. The first bear bells began jingling around 2am and continued until dawn. This made it easier for us to be on the track ourselves by 6.50am. By 10.30am, we had reached Karasawa Cirque, where we discovered even more tents surrounded by a ring of mountain peaks.

The clouds appeared to be lifting and the temptation to climb higher was irresistible. A steepening track led through autumn colours and across grey slopes of scree, before the real climbing began. This included chains, a ladder, and plenty of rock scrambling. We reached a height of 3000m, hung out in the clouds for a bit, enjoyed the views when the clouds kindly lifted, and then began our descent. Again, head torches were needed to complete the 12 hour round trip back to camp. Fortunately, dinner was quick to prepare.

The skies were even clearer the following morning. Sunshine + crystal clear water = swimming for a brave few. Later, we returned to Matsumoto and a traditional Japanese inn (ryokan) for the evening. While some of us showered and dressed in yukata (cotton kimono), others raced across town by bike to collect extra gear from our first hostel. There was more gear than we remembered. We were glad there were baskets on our bikes. Even then, our hiking backpacks were jam packed with extra gear.

There was no sleeping in on Monday. We met OGS staff Stephanie and Ayumi for a day of cycling, soba noodle making, a visit to the Daio Wasabi Farm (including soft serve wasabi ice cream), and a short tour of the Shinsu Salmon Farm. It was then back to Matsumoto by train to meet our host families. These kind and generous people would care for us, pack our lunches each day, and share their lives and homes with us for the next three nights.

Meanwhile, our days were filled with visits to two local schools (Toyoshina Junior High School and Agatagaoka High School), and a meeting with Azumino City Mayor Ota. We attended shodo classes (calligraphy), played basketball, ate lots of Japanese snacks, played plenty of fun games, and had a great time hanging out with very friendly local students. We even made the front page of the local newspaper!

By Sam Ford, Outdoor Education Coordinator.

Highlights

Deb - Travelling around the mountain areas and taking in all the beautiful scenery.

Liam - Sashimi lunches and a friendly homestay family welcome.

Mace - Getting boxed in by monkeys on a walking track near Kamikochi.

Chloe - Hiking into the mountains and enjoying the views.

Felix - Vending machine visits, especially the machines selling ice cream.

Angus - Playing basketball in a PE class at Toyoshina Junior High School.

Lily - Rock climbing to reach the hut above Karasawa (and the monkeys).

Alfie - Reaching the hut above Karasawa Cirque (2996m).

Eva - Frozen grape flavoured balls from 7/11 convenience store.

Cole - Meeting the homestay families in Matsumoto.

Olly - The views along the Azusa River and in the mountains around Kamikochi.

Essie - Swimming in the crystal clear water in the Azusa River.

Li - Feeling the clouds roll over us at the top of a mountain pass.

Leo - Hiking to the top of the mountain and swimming in the river when the sun came out.

Sam - Being in the mountains and hanging out with our OGS friends.

Rafting the Si Sorapuchi River

We went to the Si Sorapuchi River to go rafting. We had seen photos from other Big Trip groups which made us all pretty excited. Upon arrival, we were greeted by a friendly team of rafting experts, who for the most part spoke a little English. After a safety briefing, we all put on our military like gear (helmets, drysuits and life jackets), and drove roughly 6km up the river. We split into three groups, five people per raft. The team leader sat at the back of the raft and led us with five simple instructions: forward paddle ‘1, 2, 1, 2’, back paddle, grab the rope, inside the raft (rather than sitting on the edges), and duck, usually followed by a cheerful ‘thank you very much’.

The water was wavier and bumpier than your everyday river, with low trees and shallow areas to manoeuvre around. Even a few big drops, maybe one metre tall. At the end, a few of us were brave enough to jump off some of the rocks into the water.

By Liam Wallace, Year 10.

Walking in the Mountains

We had a very early wake up at 6am, much to people’s displeasure. We were out the door by 7am. As we wound our way up the mountain, we gradually noticed more and more snow littered on the side of the road. At our starting point, it was obvious we would be hiking in snow. We set off and the excitement of everyone was apparent, especially since it was the first time seeing snow for some people! It wasn’t just normal snow either. It was as powdery as it comes, and probably some of the best in the world.

We began by hiking altogether up through a valley just as the sun was breaking over the mountains. We saw an array of animal tracks and even a singular hiking glove on top of a hiking stick frozen in the ground. When we reached a fork, the group split in two. Our group turned left onto a steep overgrown track that wound a path up to the ridge. Once we reached the top of the ridge, we had some very yummy morning tea that Sam and Deb had prepared. After that quick break we continued towards Mount Tokachidake.

After two hours and a fair few snowball fights, we reached the peak. From there, we had an amazing view of the surrounding mountains. We also had a good view of the volcanic vents below. You could smell them too. Oh boy, did they smell. We didn’t stay up on the peak for long since the stench of rotten egg was overwhelming. The hike down went quickly and included a picturesque lunch atop another peak along the ridge. Back in the valley, the sun had melted much of the snow and there were more than a couple of slips. By this stage, no one was bothering to keep their shoes dry or bums intact. Instead, we just tried to ‘embrace nature’. Once we reached the bottom of the mountain and met the other group, we had a very hot, but lovely (kind of), hot spring awaiting us to finish the day.

By Eva Hurst & Lily Currie-Riley, Year 10.

Group Udon

Tonight we have our second night in Hiroshima, the beautiful city that has emerged from the horrors of 1945. Since we last sent an update we have travelled to Tokyo and been dazzled by the lights and crowds and elegance of the capital. Following on from Tokyo we went north east to the small working pottery town of Mashiko and stayed in a 300 year old exquisite ryokan. We then journeyed to Nagoya via the Shinkansen and spent a day exploring all things Ghibli or all things Toyota. And finally we travelled to Hiroshima to experience the deeply moving museum and the Peace Park. From here we head to Onomichi tomorrow to get ready to begin cycling across the small islands towards Shikoku. We have had adventures on foot, bus and different types of trains. It has been wonderful seeing some significant shifts amongst the students. They are, on the whole, delighting in each others company and new friendships are blooming. Additionally, when quibbles arise, they are addressed in an increasingly mature manner. They are also increasingly confident in navigating around cities and towns and subway networks, and becoming more aware of the needs of others in the group.

Highlights

Amber: Mashiko was the most beautiful town yet, and I want to live there. And also Ghibli Park was amazing and the character sculptures were awesome.

Red: Walking around Electric Town in Tokyo was amazing.

Sasha: I enjoyed going to the basketball game and seeing the high standard of basketball in Japan.

Ethan: Watching a fleet of Supras, Skylines and WRXs (otherwise known as cars) drive past us as we were walking the late night streets of Hiroshima.

Sevryn: Getting to experience a Japanese basketball game, as well as getting pleasantly surprised by how interested I became in pottery while in Mashiko.

Riley: Collecting pebbles by the Hiroshima Dome.

Megan: Ghibli Park was awesome!!! I spent much more money than I should’ve there, but it was worth it in the moment at least.

Wei: The pottery of Mashiko was amazing, and making my own vases was delightful.

Ines: I really enjoyed the pottery class in Mashiko, I made a matcha bowl and I really enjoyed making mistakes and laughing about it with Maya. Exploring the town was also really fun and I met some really beautiful and kind people in the shops.

Maya: My highlights from the past week was the pottery class in Mashiko and also this lovely cafe Ines and I went to while we were exploring the shops

Tarquin: Record shopping

June: My highlight from Tokyo was probably the nightlife and the rollercoaster we went on. The nightlife and all the lights in Tokyo were amazing to see.

Elsie: I really enjoyed walking around Tokyo at night, we could see tons of cool cars.

Anika: The Hiroshima memorial museum was very interesting and I learnt a lot. It was vey inspiring how the community got through the atomic bomb.

Katy: Seeing the enormous dragon kiln at the potter Hamada’s exquisite house and studio museum in Mashiko was jaw dropping for me. Exploring the beautiful working pottery town made me want to return as soon as I can.

Taran: The accumulation of thousands of positive moments has been a big highlight of the trip so far, the group has laughed, cried and grown soooo much...and that’s what these trips are all about. I also loved visiting the Fender Guitar shop in Tokyo!

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Year 8

Year 8 English students got to grips with Shakespeare this term, looking at his OG rom-com, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Becoming at least 12.8% smarter by being able to bandy about terms such as iambic pentameter and duality and anthithesis, students were tested on their knowledge by applying it to performance. There was much brouhaha about the casting. Who would play the lovers? Who would be a fairy, and who would be a mere mortal? Who would be honoured with the unparalleled role of Bottom? The Year 8s took on their assigned scenes with aplomb, performing not only to their peers, but also to the wider school community around the campus at Alice. Mechanicals play-acted on playground equipment. Puck bundled around tree trunks.The lovers battled with the bush, and each other. And the golf course transformed into an amphitheatre, large enough for a cosmic fight between the Fairy King and Queen.

After a year of cooped-up classroom English, it was glorious to see these young Shakespeareans release their energy and passion (yes - even so). Thank you so much to Marty Sharples, who helped run the afternoon, Ed Boyle, who led Year 8A's exploration of the play, Glenda Earle, who helps breaks down the intimidating into the approachable, and Stuart Orr, who finds ways for the English curriculum to incorporate these out of the box learning opportunities. Merry Christmas, all!

By Meredith Penman, English.

Eliza Ransome performing Helena's soliloquy.

Talia Hoskins-Green performs Titania's 'Forgeries of Jealousy' speech with Louis Green as Oberon and Evie Grenall as Puck.

The audience loved the lovers hurling insults at each other.

Otto Anticich as Oberon and Ziggy Hurst as Puck.

Polly Sawyers as Puck, 'If we shadows have offended' and Eleanor Pringle as Oberon.

MALTed Mill : A Creative Extravaganza

Our school recently came alive with creativity and inspiration as we hosted our second edition of MALTed Mill, showcasing the immense talent of our students across Art, Media, Literature, Textiles, Woodwork and Theatre Studies, offering an eclectic mix of visual beauty, storytelling, and dramatic flair.

The meeting room was transformed into a vibrant gallery filled with incredible paintings, sophisticated sculptures, compelling short films, thought-provoking literary pieces, and many other captivating works. Each piece was a testament to the passion and hard work of our students, reflecting their unique perspectives and creative journeys. The opening night was well-attended, drawing an enthusiastic crowd of students, parents, and faculty.

The mood for the evening was set by the spectacular Cole Trikojus playing two pieces on the piano. Soon, Justine Wallace - our guest speaker spoke with incredible insight on the students’ works. Her comments and observations were personal and knowledgeable which reflected her own highly versatile and accomplished art practice.

Students were further motivated and encouraged by the generous awards sponsored by Abigail Crompton, an avid art collector and owner of Third Drawer Down. Abigail has had strong ties with the school for years and her contribution in the form of awards is highly appreciated by the school community. The following students won the awards.

Lilliahna Myers – Judges Award for the best work from Art

Grey Donaldson – Judges Award for the best work from Media

Mia Klein – Peoples’ Choice Award

Sarita congratulated the students for their remarkable artistic efforts and thanked everyone present and those working behind the scenes to make MALTed Mill a successful event.

By Manan Walia, Art.

Tram Tracks Tour

Four bands from Alice Miller, one from Candlebark, and a crew of Year 11 production sound students got a taste of life on the road during a 5-show tour of regional Victoria - The Tram Tracks Tour 2024, featuring The Mods, Elo & The Shinkicks, Alter Ego and Sliced Diamonds.

Preparations began early in the year, with the Year 11 VET Music class helping to plan the trip and putting together publicity materials for all the bands. Sasha Cherry created some beautiful 60s-inspired art for our tour posters. Promo photos were taken, bios were written, demos were recorded in the tram, and we even spent two days producing a full live video shoot in the black box theatre.

The Mods

Sliced Diamonds

Elo and the Shinkicks

Alter Ego

The videos were sent out on social media to start promoting the tour, which by now included an all-ages music festival at a car racing speedway outside Portland, called the Turn Up the Track festival. Anyone old enough to remember when Guns & Roses played at Calder Park?

Many many emails were sent, and James surely had the distinction of being the first teacher in Alice Miller history hassling his students to post on Instagram! Speaking of which, you can see all of this great publicity work on the tram’s very own instagram account.

Finally the day of the first gig arrived. All the students piled in the tour bus, with Cam from Candlebark and Meredith looking after the enormous crew. James and Tom followed in a truck loaded with staging, lights, sound gear and musical instruments. Off we went in convoy - destination Hamilton, Vic!

Epic views were had as the bus made its way west for 3 ½ hours, and by the time we reached our first venue - The Roxburgh Hotel - it had turned into a very hot day. Setting up the stage and sound system in the blazing sun took it out of everyone, and many cold and icy soft drinks were consumed by all concerned. The free pizzas provided by the venue were gratefully devoured, although they did make us even thirstier! Two local singers joined us on the night, and new friendships were formed as one of the bands we were due to play with on Saturday came along to check out the show, and ended up jumping on stage for one song. Six acts later Sliced Diamonds had played their first ever headlining show, and everyone pitched in to put everything back into the truck so we could do it again the next day.

Our base for the tour was the Heathmere Community Hall outside of Portland, where we all camped on the floor together. This was right next door to the Southern 500 Speedway, where the festival was scheduled for Saturday. Little did we know what the weather had in store for us.. But more on that later.

Our second gig was in Warrnambool at The F Project. By now we were getting into the swing of things, and the set up process was getting quite efficient, thanks to some excellent teamwork by everyone involved. The turnout wasn’t huge, but we were travelling with our own crowd, and by the time the locals arrived everyone was having fun. People who hadn’t seen them play before couldn’t quite believe these were all school kids playing! The local media took notice.

The bands were sounding tight and everyone was excited about the festival gig the following day. Cue a monstrous thunderstorm and 5mm of rain, which thankfully left us all dry inside the hall (although poor Tom had to evacuate his tent) - but unbeknownst to us was turning the speedway into a mud pit! The next morning James went to check on progress for the festival setup and found a staging truck bogged in thick mud. The site was too wet, so Plan B went into effect - relocate the festival into Portland town!

So, although they didn’t get an authentic Meredith/Glastonbury Festival mud pit gumboot experience, the bands did get to perform on their biggest stage yet, and enjoy the little things that make touring life what it is - green rooms, snack platters, wristbands and an actual professional sound crew. Watching headliners Teenage Joans (from Adelaide) setting up their high tech show designed for huge festival crowds was an eye opener for many of the bands. All four bands absolutely crushed it!

Sunday morning began early with a 4 hour drive to Point Lonsdale, and quite a few families had made the trip across to see their talented offspring hit the stage. It was a perfect day, and we set up outside in the garden of the New Hall in Kirk Street. Special guests (and of course, Friends Of Eloise) Electric Stardust were awesome, and by now all the bands were in the routine of cheering each other on from the front row. After a delicious barbecue by the beach (extra special thanks to Pauline for all the amazing food!), we loaded the truck for the last time and headed back to Macedon.

Fast forward to the following Saturday afternoon, when everyone reunited at The Toff in Melbourne for our homecoming show. By the time Sliced Diamonds took the stage first up, the place was almost full. Cheers and dancing greeted each of the bands, and by the end of the afternoon I’m sure they all felt like rock stars. As it all wrapped up, Elo & The Shinkicks and Sliced Diamonds jetted off to their second gigs of the day, and kids, parents and grandparents all left the Toff feeling a little bit younger (or older, depending on who they were…)

Congratulations to all the students involved for being so supportive of each other, pitching in, and helping us all have a great time on the tour. On to the next one! After a quick nap maybe…

Tram Tracks 24 CDs have been circulating at Candlebark and Alice Miller over the last week, but if you missed out just drop us a line and arrange to collect one from school. Featuring more of Sasha Cherry’s cool artwork - this time hand printed by Manan Walia and some of her students - they also contain a download and streaming link, should your CD player be out of action.

By James Cecil, VET Music.

Sports Report

Term 4 at Alice Miller: chock-a-block with adventures, performances, new phases, weary faces, long-awaited returns and heavy-hearted departures, and a dash of interschool sport. We only competed in four official tournaments this term, not counting the ever-competitive soccer duels between Year 8 and 9 students, often with more diving than an Olympic pool. Or the return to daily no-holds-barred hoops enjoyed by the Year 10 cohort upon arriving home from Japan—if the local committee ever decides to introduce a nine-a-side game of basketball meets football meets interpretive hip-hop dancing, I know who to call.

The Sports Calendar commenced with a moment of glorious reflection, with five students, Erica, Charlie G, Sarah, Belle, and Poppy T, representing the school at the Regional Track and Field Carnival, their reward for triumphing during the divisional round of competition—Erica in the 400m, and Sarah in 100m, along with the others in the 4x4 100m relay. We travelled to Moonee Valley Athletics Centre for a day of laps, laughs, and laying in the sun. And for one tired traveller, jet lag. After visiting family in the UK over the term break, Poppy returned the morning of the event, darting from the airport to the running track following a twenty-something-hour flight, just in time to grab the baton from her teammate. The girls put on an awe-inspiring performance—Sarah and Erica narrowly missed out on a podium placing, and the stampeding of the relay team can still be heard reverberating off the red rubber road if you hold your ear up to a pair of Nikes.

From Left to Right: Erica Semple, Belle McGregor, Poppy Taylor, Sarah Cottingham and Charlie Grobler.

Next was Year 8 basketball, led by the indomitable Donna. This year, Donna was the clubhouse leader in sports event attendance, bringing a dramatic flair to the coaching box that can only be compared to Ron Barassi in the 1970s and 80s or that one Australian Olympic swimming coach who has it out for handrails. Both teams competed fiercely all day, though things got considerably more manageable for the girls once they started to learn the rules of basketball. The boys’ team adopted a playing style similar to that of the Harlem Globetrotters, with no-look passes, between-the-legs dribbling, and even some half-court shots. While some may argue these types of plays are “low percentage”, the vibes couldn’t have been higher. Netball converts Claire and Eliza shone brightly, though they refused to dribble the ball, and Cassius and Tyler stood tall for the boys, both figuratively and otherwise.

Year 8 Girls and Boys Basketball Teams.

The Year 8 cohort followed this dazzling display with a historic showing at the local tennis tournament, where they more than held our own, walking away with a team first place in the boys’ competition, earning a spot at the coveted regional round of competition in Geelong. Our first and second seeds, Louis and Banjo, barely lost a point all day. Meanwhile, newcomers Coop and Otto dominated the doubles circuit on debut. Tensions were high as we made the pilgrimage down Bacchus Marsh Road towards the Surf Coast. Word on the street was that we were competing against tennis academies and child prodigies; rumour had it that Andre Agassi was making his return thanks to a loophole in the fine print. But we had our own secret weapons: Henry H and Ziggy. The boys fought hard all day, winning the first two rounds of competition and narrowly losing the third. We celebrated in the only way that ex-Candlebark students know how: playing tiggy and eating cake on the beach—many thanks to the Green family for their baking expertise; I can’t think of a more fitting way to round out my first year as Sports Coordinator.

Year 8 Boys Tennis Team.

On that note, I’d like to thank all the staff and parents who drove buses, coached teams, and lent an ear during times of need, along with the kitchen staff, Sally and Vee, who ensured we were well-nourished and fuelled for competition—their offerings put Weet-Bix to shame. Thanks to Mark, a calming presence amidst high-pressure situations, particularly at the beginning of my tenure (who could forget the first-ever cricket match to be called off because it was too hot), and Sarita and John, who have backed me in from the outset. Last but certainly not least, thank you to the students who have made this year so enjoyable—your friendly tenacity, teamwork, integrity, and willingness to give everything a go (regardless of whether you can even spell badminton) have been inspiring. You don’t set limits on yourselves and endeavour to have fun with everything you do. To me, that’s what sport is all about.

By Conor Dimasi, Physical Education.

Year 12 Graduation

Speech by Mathilde Blanco

"Alice Miller, a place that has made a huge part of our world for six years. For most of us, we set off at the beginning of this new world in a canoe, unsure of what we were about to face, but knowing we had to paddle forward anyway.

The canoe is a very good metaphor for highschool and for day to day life. You have to get to your destination in one piece, you have to work together with those around you so that you not only get to your target but you also make the journey comfortable and fun. This is not an easy thing to do, in high stress situations, you are constantly being tested to see if you can hold together for yourself and those around you.

It’s like that. It’s constant, it’s hard, and sometimes it feels like it’ll break you. But somehow, we all keep paddling, don’t we?

Alice Miller prepares us for that, the teachers work so hard to help us gain the knowledge to make us independent and thinkers. We’ve learned how to manage our stress, handle our workload, and—most importantly—how to stay resilient in the face of challenges.

Year 7 canoe camp was our first test, to see where we needed to grow. It was challenging, having to work with people we barely knew and in conditions that most were not accustomed to. It felt impossible and slightly terrifying, it was not perfect there were certainly trails but we managed. This was our first experience with this type of stress at Alice Miller.

Covid-19, the isolation made it hard for everyone, no friends to play with and having to stay indoors while it felt like the world was collapsing outside. But we learnt and our teachers and parents taught us that a stressful situation can be made into an opportunity to thrive. We played group games of among us, had netflix parties and google meets. Some even took the opportunity (liberty?) to pretend that their video and mic were not working to go grab a sneaky snack during the middle of a lesson. We made the best of a bad situation and adapted by finding new ways to connect.

The great Ocean walk, our muscles had gone limp from sitting inside for a year and the camp was stressful physically and mentally. We had to end one day with a sandy beach, only to climb a hill that, if I’m honest, felt more like a mountain. One group even ran out of water by the time we hit that beach. It nearly killed us, but it was fun.

WOMAD, I will keep this brief as the memory is evidence enough. This trip was about reconnecting with each other, but it wasn’t easy. Especially with covid restrictions keeping our activities in check. The Great Ocean Walk nearly killed us, but at Womad we nearly killed others.

The big trip, the stress was no longer a moment to get to know each other but to get to know ourselves, what were our capacities? Our limits? Could we extend them? Could we really survive a week of biking and a week of hiking? Could we manage to cook our own meals? And when things got tough, how would we handle it?

It’s fair to say that we were all changed by the Big Trip. Mostly for the better.

We also had the stress of our studies, chasing after the grades we wanted, or just trying to make it through to the end. And we did.

And then there was the last canoe camp. It felt like the final test. I won’t lie, I didn’t want to go. I thought about Year 7, and I didn’t want to repeat that experience. But, despite its challenges, it turned out to be one of the best camps. It showed me just how far we’ve come. Time flew by, and we’ve all grown up—grown not just in age, but in mindset.

A mentality that would have never grown to its full potential were it not for Alice Miller. So tonight, I would like to thank everyone who made Alice Miller possible.

Thank you to our teachers, for your dedication and willingness to give your free time to us and for believing that we have the ability to learn anything.

Thank you to John Marsden, Sarita and Mark for having given us the opportunity to meet incredible people and have amazing experiences, that has made us grow that we would never have been able to do in another school.

Thank you to the parents that enrolled us into this school and who helped us with what we needed throughout our highschool years.

And finally, thank you to my fellow students. for giving this year everything you had, and for sticking with each other.

These years will stay with us forever, and I hope we’ve made as big an impact on the school as the school has made an impact on us."

By Mathilde Blanco, Year 12.

Speech by Karyn Lehner

"We come together today to celebrate this group of young people, who have successfully completed their VCE. It’s my job, every year, to stand up here and celebrate the graduating class, to pay tribute to their time with us at Candlebark and Alice MIller, from the point of view of the person who guides them through their last year of school and out into the world. It’s my job to comfort, cajole, motivate, moderate, mediate and guide. Last year I commented on how the class of 2023 really made me earn my paycheck, and on reflecting on this, I can confidently say that this group made my job very easy.

This might be surprising to those who remember their first day at the school, the first of February in 2012, when one of these young people wandered off into the bush with a couple of new friends, looking for Thomas the Tank Engine and sparking a frantic search. While they gave everyone a bit of a scare on that first day, throughout their time at Candlebark they did plenty to ensure that this was not their legacy. In 2013 and 2014 they were intensely involved in term-long campaigns of stick wars and humans versus zombies, often mediating and negotiating rules, acutely aware that if they hurt each other and an adult had to intervene, they might not be allowed to play anymore. These games were serious business, here we play for an afternoon, at seven years old this group were committed for weeks on end. At the end of 2014 they performed enthusiastically in one of Donna’s most well-known stage productions, Dr Who the Musical. You can still see the Tardis, tucked in next to the tram. Legend says that one of these students got stuck in the Tardis mid-show and had to be rescued. If you’re wondering who that person is, think about who might struggle to fit into it comfortably today.

This group was ready for anything in those early years, camping at Bright from prep, riding bikes for a week in grade 1 - they always seemed cursed by rain, but this didn't dampen their spirits. They were so keen for adventure that Sam Ford took them out into the bush at Candlebark, not once, but twice, to complete the 40 hour famine backpack challenge. They survived 40 hours, with whatever they could carry in a backpack. No tents, they built their own shelter, they lived off $3 a day. It rained, of course, but they stuck it out.

There were some legendary winter soiree bands including renditions of songs from Hamilton, Pharrell Williams and Paul Kelley. Back then there were at least four rappers in this class, some excellent singers, backup dancers, drummers, keyboard players, saxophonists. Many of them have stopped performing now, but I'm sure you can figure out who I'm talking about from their reactions. They exited normal schooling for a term, taking part in Bliz’s ‘down the hill program’, absolutely enthusiastic about any challenge thrown at them and willing to be flexible.

How do I know so much about their Candlebark years? They never stop talking about them. They value these years deeply, and talk about them wistfully. There is a film coming out soon that follows their journey from these earliest days, I hope you get to see it.

I'm going to leave a gap in the timeline here, and move on to talk about the group of young people we have in front of us today. Not because I don’t think those senior school years are important, but because I would like to leave Mark plenty to talk about when it’s his turn.

I would like to reflect on the exceptional leadership this group has shown the school this year, and suggest that although they might have very different interests and passions to what they had in these early years, at their core they hold the same values. They are adaptable, reliable, peace loving and inclusive. They support each other without question. They look out for each other and they look out for our school.

This group embraced their leadership role with enthusiasm, determined to serve their school well. They started with Kris Kringle, with a new vision of an eco-friendly gift extravaganza promoted enthusiastically by various students at the morning meeting. Often when young people are offered opportunities to lead, they focus on the public aspect, the attention, respect and notice they receive for doing a good job, perhaps even the desire to be in charge. Not this group, they worked tirelessly behind the scenes, working out every little detail, focusing on the enjoyment that others would experience if it all goes well. They were so committed to the invisible parts of the work that we coined the terms leaders and worker-bees. When it came time for their next big leadership task - organising the easter-egg hunt - they were quick to identify that leadership is best shared, rather than taken on by the most extroverted and confident in the group. There were new leaders, and new worker-bees, and that easter egg hunt was organised with military precision. They also reimagined the Easter Eggs hunt to incorporate new roles, giving even more people a chance to participate.

Usually in a year 12 year, the leadership duties wane after Easter, as the demands of study and the increasing pressure start to mount. Not for this group! They decided they wanted to get year 12 hoodies, and they were not getting them unless they could ensure that everyone in the year level could access one. They were organised and focused. They came with well-planned business proposals, complete with slide decks and slick presentations. When I gently suggested they might be a little too busy to take on a big project like this, they could not be swayed, they are tenacious and determined! Thus, year 12 chaos week was born - a riotous week of cream pies, blistering karaoke performances, crazy hair, and bidding wars! It wasn’t just a lot of fun, it was creative, and it brought the school together. New leaders emerged again at this moment - those with exceptional PR skills, and those willing to take a pie in the face to ensure that everyone got a year 12 hoody.

Honestly, I thought that by term 3 they might need a little break from leading the school. Term three of year 12 is a notoriously busy and difficult term, as teachers push to finish course work, and students start to apply for university. But not for our group. They were determined (hear that word again) to take part in one last whole-school game of humans vs zombies. They now understood that one of the best ways to make something happen that you really want is to offer to organise it yourself. And with this, a new crew of leaders stepped forward, while the rest willingly moved into the role of worker-bee. The group was quick to recognise the specific talents needed for this venture, and the game was a glorious vision of fake blood, apocalyptic sound track blasting over the campus.

But these are the parts you could see, the most impressive aspect of this group is their quiet leadership. It’s the leading that you do without an audience, the stuff that keeps the school moving and the culture warm. This group set a constant example for the rest of the school. They worked steadily all year, they took their cleanups seriously, they kept the sunroom clean and used it for studying, when they noticed something of concern, they spoke up gently, or spoke to a staff member to let us know. They thanked their teachers after every lesson, not out of habit, but out of genuine gratitude. They sat in the middle of the morning meeting every day. They looked after each other and they were patient and supportive when a classmate was struggling. They worked together to learn, collaborating to help everyone do well, rather than competing with each other. They always tried to make sure everyone was included, and actively looked for ways to draw people in.

As they move out into a world that is rapidly changing, it is their tenacity, their quiet leadership and their desire to include everyone that will not only set them up to have a fulfilled and successful lives, but will act as the steady force we need in unsettled times.

Here at Alice Miller we tend to measure success in VCE by how meaningfully students move towards their adult lives. We think about ATAR as a kind of necessary currency, only required by those who want to compete for a place at university, just one small measure of a student’s growth, progress, and hard work. Whilst I am about to announce academic awards, which celebrate the obvious and tangible success those students have had in their coursework this year, it is important to acknowledge the success of all students in this year level. I know this cohort have worked with determination for their ATARs, but whatever that number is, we will only ever remember your care, inclusivity, adaptability, sense of community and the way you worked with us, and each other, in order to help everyone to achieve your goals.

I will now announce the recipients of the 2022 academic awards. These students will receive their award at the formal graduation ceremony in two weeks. Each of these students has earned the highest mark in their school-based coursework in these subject areas.

Academic Awards 2023

English - Mia Klein

Maths - Aidan Ford

Science - Shinji Sugimoto

Humanities - Sage Drakken

Languages - Mathilde Blanco

Health & Physical Education - Anika Edmonds

Performing Arts - Lucas Taylor

Visual Arts - Lucas Taylor

Please join me in a huge congratulations not only to those students who are receiving awards, but to this entire group of determined, engaging, ambitious, kind and thoughtful young people who have all been such an important part of our school."

By Karyn Lehner, Year 12 Coordinator.

VCE Results 2024

Congratulations to our outstanding class of 2024, along with their wonderful teachers and families. We are thrilled with the results.

Amongst the highlights:

Dux, Aidan Ford, with an ATAR of 99.05.
Dux Proximus, Mia Klein, with an ATAR of 98.75.
26% of students with ATARs over 90.
45% of students with ATARs over 80.
Median study score of 33.

What a wonderful way to end the year. Well done to everyone involved.

Alicepalooza

Eli Spencer, Year 9.

Gus Burgess, Eloise Furze and Malachy Walsh from Elo and the Shinkicks.

Milo Waterhouse, Year 11.

Aubrey Berger, Year 11.

Sunday Livingston, Year 12.

Malachy Walsh, Year 10.

Leo Crawshaw and Charlie Grobler from Alter Ego.

Yuta Borg and Liam Tran cut their long hair to raise money for cancer through the World's Greatest Shave.

Farewell

Danny Dakak

As Danny’s time with us comes to a close, we want to take a moment to express our heartfelt gratitude for the remarkable impact he has made, particularly within the Mathematics department in such a short period.

Although his stay with us has been brief, Danny’s contributions have been nothing short of expletory. Danny’s passion for teaching, innovative approaches, and dedication have left a lasting impression not only on the students but also his colleagues. Danny brought fresh ideas, inspired growth, and fostered a sense of enthusiasm within the department. Danny should be credited for the amount of time and work he put into working with students and parents outside of the classroom; ensuring open communication and working with students to achieve the best outcomes possible. His impact and connection to his students was evident at many morning meetings when Danny’s Year 8 students cheerfully and loudly volunteered him to participate in activities in which teachers were required.

We also want to thank Danny for his contribution in extracurricular activities, such as his involvement in the “’Big Bike Film night”, and for cooking breakfast for the students and staff that participated in the “run to school” micro-adventure. Danny was an integral part of the “Every single street” event in which students and staff as a team ran every street in Macedon and after returning to school he cooked a barbecue dinner for students and staff. His caring nature and willingness to always help out will be greatly missed.

While we’re sad to see you go, we’re excited for the new opportunities that await you. We have no doubt that you’ll bring the same energy and excellence to your next chapter as you did here.

Thank you for everything you’ve done for us, and please know you’ll always be a valued part of our Community here in Alice Miller.

By Tamara Ferraro & Bettina Lythgoe, Maths.

Andrew Blizzard

Blizz has worked at Candlebark and Alice Miller for eleven years and embodies everything the sibling schools champion; wild creativity, and experiential, hands-on learning. His programs at Candlebark involved whole terms dedicated to children exploring tribal life in the bush. Under Blizz’s instruction, they would build shelters and communal structures, and create tokens that would then be traded. When language teacher, Steve, visited, the students would have to barter in French. One year, a cosmic world was created and the children transformed a bus into a spaceship. Blizz’s productions at Candlebark involved kids making and manipulating life-sized puppets that ranged from bioluminescent sea creatures to underworld characters from The Egyptian Book of the Dead. There was no story that Blizz could not manifest with recycled materials and an unlimited imagination. His Marie Antoinette headdress and costume, which were made entirely from cardboard boxes at his home during lockdown (Bunnings was closed), are the stuff of legend. His ability to motivate children through play cannot be underestimated. At Alice Miller, he took on the role of Miss Trunchbull in the production of Matilda with blistering ferocity and outrageous hilarity. He was a huge support during a very challenging rehearsal, transforming a large and boisterous cast into a disciplined ensemble. Blizz is not only a major talent but a fountain of generosity and warmth. His ebullience will be sorely missed at Alice Miller, but we all look forward to hearing about his adventures as he blazes his way down the next trail on his always-inspiring creative journey.

By Anne Browning, Drama and Production Coordinator.

Liam Tran

Liam distinguishes himself from the rest of the staff at Alice Miller by having attended our sibling school, Candlebark, from year 7. Teachers remember him as a smart, funny, and enthusiastic young participant in all the adventures on offer. In year 9 he travelled to Tanzania for the Big Trip and - legend has it - on a free day, he and another student hired bicycles and scaled Mt Kilimanjaro alone… with no phones. This could have been a concern for trip leaders but Liam communicated his safety to Sam Ford via a handwritten note. Unable to speak the language, he asked a guide to deliver the note for him with the simple instruction; “give it to Jesus.” Thus, he and his friend were responsibly accounted for. Liam came to Alice Miller, also, as a student, but this time in the final throes of his teacher training. In my English classes, he offered a welcome relief, assuming my role with assurance and immediately earning the full confidence and respect of the students. Once qualified, he continued to make an indelible mark as an erudite and engaged teacher of both English and History. I have been told by many of his students that he teaches with such passion that it is impossible not to fall in love with the subject. Many have put this down to his years of experience as a Dungeons and Dragons master! Indeed, his D and D sleepovers were one of the most popular at Alice Miller. At these legendary events, classrooms groaned with eager young role players acting out fantastic narratives buoyed by Liam’s colourful instruction. While Alice Miller students will be on the hunt for a new D and D mentor, Liam will be enhancing his teaching experience and broadening his horizons in Vietnam. We all wish him the very best of success on his new adventure!

By Anne Browning, Drama and Production Coordinator.