Welcome and Welcome Back!
Welcome to our first school newsletter for 2025. We welcome new students, parents and staff, and welcome back our wonderful Bulli High community. We are excited for this year and all of the opportunities and experiences it will bring to our students.
Year 7 have taken to high school like ducks to water and have begun studying a new subject, called ASPIRE. ASPIRE is based on our merit system and has been designed as a way to support students in their transition to high school. Various topics will be covered throughout the year, with a focus on wellbeing, prosocial behaviours and high expectations.
We have also offered a new senior subject called “Music Industry”. This VET course will see students training to make it in the industry, completing tasks including song writing, recording, business, performance skill development, live performance, lighting and sound. The course will provide a nationally recognised Certificate III in Music Industry that can be used for university entry at many locations.
Later this year, we will be premiering our documentary, The Point, capturing the significance of our location and our proud history of surfing at the school. We have launched a new house system based on our local area to instil school spirit. The new houses will be celebrated for the first time at the Swimming Carnival next week.
Welcome Back!
The English staff would like to welcome all Bulli High School students back to what we hope will be an exciting and enlightening year of learning. A particularly warm welcome goes out to our Year 7 students who join the Bulli High School community. As they begin their high school journey, our Year 12 cohort prepare themselves for the last year of their high school career. We are confident that with energy, hard work, commitment, teacher guidance, and a good dose of humour, they will navigate the challenging HSC, bolstered by the friendships and family support so vital to any of life’s successes.
The beginning of the year is always a good time to reflect on why the study of English is so important at school, and beyond.
Term 1
Year 12
English Advanced- Module A, Textual Conversations
Shakespeare’s ‘King Richard III’ and the Al Pacino documentary ‘Looking for Richard’
English Standard -Module B, Close Study of Text
Peter Weir’s ‘The Truman Show’
English Studies- ‘We Are Australians.’
Year 11
All Year 11 students spend Term 1 engaging with the ‘Reading to Write’ unit during which they will explore a range of persuasive, imaginative and discursive texts while also experimenting with their own writing. Enjoy one of the stories that we study as a part of this unit.
Neighbours (by Tim Winton)
When they first moved in, the young couple were wary of the neighbourhood. The street was full of European migrants. It made the newlyweds feel like sojourners in a foreign land. Next door on the left lived a Macedonian family. On the right, a widower from Poland.
The newlyweds’ house was small, but its high ceilings and paned windows gave it the feel of an elegant cottage. From his study window, the young man could see out over the rooftops and used car yards the Moreton Bay figs in the park where they walked their dog. The neighbours seemed cautious about the dog, a docile, moulting collie.
The young man and women had lived all their lives in the expansive outer suburbs where good neighbours were seldom seen and never heard. The sounds of spitting and washing and daybreak watering came as a shock. The Macedonian family shouted, ranted, screamed. It took six months for the newcomers to comprehend the fact that their neighbours were not murdering each other, merely talking. The old polish man spent most of his day hammering nails into the wood only to pull them out again. His yard was stacked with salvaged lumber. He added to it, but he did not build with it.
Relations were uncomfortable for many months. The Macedonians raised eyebrows at the late hour at which the newcomers rose in the mornings. The young man sensed their disapproval at his staying home to write his thesis while his wife worked. He watched in disgust as the little boy next door urinated in the street. He once saw him spraying the cat from the back step. The child’s hair was shaved regularly, he assumed, in order to make his hair grow thick. The little boy stood at the fence with only his cobalt eyes showing; it made the young man nervous.
In the autumn, the young couple cleared rubbish from their backyard and turned and manured the soil under the open and measured gaze of the neighbours. They planted leeks, onions, cabbage, brussels sprouts and broad beans, and this caused the neighbours to come to the fence and offer advice about spacing, hilling, mulching. The young man resented the interference, but he took careful note of what was said. His wife was bold enough to run a hand over the child’s stubble and the big woman with black eyes and butcher’s arms gave her a bagful of garlic cloves to plant.
Not long after, the young man and woman built a henhouse. The neighbours watched it fall down. The polish widower slid through the fence uninvited and rebuilt it for them. They could not understand a word he said.
As autumn merged into winter and the vermillion sunsets were followed by sudden, dark dusks touched with the smell of wood smoke and the sound of roosters crowing day’s end, the young couple found themselves smiling back at the neighbours. They offered heads of cabbage and took gifts of grappa and firewood. The young man worked steadily on at his thesis on the development of the twentieth century novel. He cooked dinners for his wife and listened to her stories of eccentric patients and hospital incompetence. In the street, they no longer walked with their eyes lowered. They felt superior and proud when their parents came to visit and to cast shocked glances across the fence.
In winter they kept ducks, big, silent muscovies that stood about in the rain growing fat. In the spring the Macedonian family showed them how to slaughter and to pluck and to dress. They all sat around on blocks and upturned buckets and told barely understood stories – the men butchering, the women plucking, as was demanded. In the haze of down and steam and fractured dialogue, the young man and woman felt intoxicated. The cat toyed with severed heads. The child pulled the cat’s tail. The newcomers found themselves shouting.
But they had not planned on a pregnancy. It stunned them to be made parents so early. Their friends did not have children until several years after being married – if at all. The young woman arranged for maternity leave. The young man ploughed on with his thesis on the twentieth century novel.
The polish widower began to build. In the late spring dawns, he sank posts and poured cement and began to use his wood. The young couple turned in their bed, cursed him behind his back. The young husband, at times, suspected that the widower was deliberately antagonising them. The young wife threw up in the mornings. Hay fever began to wear him down.
Before long the young couple realised that the whole neighbourhood knew of the pregnancy. People smiled tirelessly at them. The man in the deli gave her small presents of chocolates and him packets of cigarettes that he stored at home, not being a smoker. In the summer, Italian women began to offer names. Greek women stopped the young woman in the street, pulled up her skirt and felt her belly, telling her it was a bound to be a boy. By late summer the woman next door had knitted the baby a suit, complete with booties and beanie. The young woman felt flattered, claustrophobic, grateful, peeved.
By late summer the polish widower next door had almost finished his two-car-garage. The young man could not believe that a man without a car would do such a thing, and one evening as he was considering making a complaint about the noise, the polish man came over with barrowfuls of wood scraps for their fire.
Labour came abruptly. The young man abandoned the twentieth century novel for the telephone. His wife began to black the stone. The midwife came and helped her finish the job while he ran about making statements that
sounded like queries. His wife hoisted her belly about the house, supervising his movements. Going outside for more wood, he saw, in the last light of the day, the faces at each fence. He counted twelve faces. The Macedonian family waved and called out what sounded like their best wishes.
As the night deepened, the young woman dozed between contractions, sometimes walking, sometimes shouting. She had a hot bath and began to eat ice and demand liverwurst. Her belly rose uterus flexing downward. Her sweat sparkled, the gossamer highlit by movement and firelight. The night grew older. The midwife crooned. The young man rubbed his wife’s back, fed her ice and rubbed her lips with oil.
And then came the pushing. He caressed and stared and tried not to shout. The floor trembled as the young woman bore down in a squat. He felt the power of her, the sophistication of her. She strained. Her face mottled. She kept at it, push after push, assaulting some unseen barrier, until suddenly it was smashed, and she was through. It took his wind away to see the look on baby’s face as it was suddenly passed up to the breast. It had one eye on him. It found the nipple. It trailed cord and vernix smears and its mother’s own sweat she gasped and covered the tiny buttocks with a hand. A boy, she said. For a second, the child lost the nipple and began to cry. The young man heard shouting outside. He went to the back door. On the Macedonian side of the fence, a small queue of bleary faces looked up, cheering, and the young man began to weep. The twentieth century novel had not prepared him for this.
Year 10 – Novel study, Poetry.
Year 9 – Novel Study, Overcoming Adversity (film study).
Year 8 - Page to Screen
Year 7 - Novel Study
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Phone: 4284 8266
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