Thank you to Ally Papoulis for this week’s blog entry –
In week four KPS participated in KidsFest. The Preps did an amazing job at organising and helping to run two very successful stalls. PCC and PAS ran a paper aeroplane throwing competition, and PBE and PAP ran a lucky dip stall.
The children worked hard making wrapping paper and paper planes leading up to the day, and incorporated their knowledge of money to ensure that they made happy purchases on the day. Continue reading
The countdown is on to our second annual KPS KidsFest! This week, Mr Penson provides all the answers to your burning KidsFest questions so that you’ll be well and truly ready to maximise your fun on the big day!
WHAT IS KIDSFEST?
KidsFest is a special mini fair fundraising event with a focus on our kids! Essentially it is a fun afternoon that is run by our students and for our students. All monies raised will be directed towards projects and equipment that the students decide on. So if you have any ideas please let me know. Continue reading
“You make me feel like dancing… wanna dance the afternoon away….”
Okay, that’s not quite how the song goes but when you’re six-years-old, you’re not exactly hitting the tiles at 2am. Instead, KPS students converged on the hall last Friday night for the annual school disco.
A lot may have changed over the years but school dances stay the same – the excitement, the energy (brought about by loud music and red cordial) and kids showing off the moves they’ve been practicing in the privacy of their bedroom.
My earliest memories of dancing begin when I was in Prep – my carefully planned sixth birthday party was destroyed when I came down with the mumps. I was devastated but cheered up when I was presented with a copy of ABBA’s Arrival. While I may have lost points on the Prep social scene by cancelling my party, I made up ground by inviting people over after school to listen to Arrival. Within weeks, we had carefully choreographed routines to Money, Money, Money; Knowing Me Knowing You; and, of course, Dancing Queen. Continue reading
A little healthy competition (or personal challenges) combined with fundraising goes a long way and while we wait to find out the grand total of last week’s lapathon fundraising effort, Sophie Apperly reflects on the event –
What an amazing Lapathon this year on our new oval and running track. The skies were clear and the sun was shining. The children and teachers were all in great spirits and focused on the fun of the event. Continue reading
We’ve watched our oval take its new shape over the past few months. James Penson tells the story in full –
You may have noticed that across the other side of the globe, there has been much talk about who will win the race into the Oval Office. However much closer to home, there has been even more talk and excitement about our own oval! Continue reading
Were you like me, and fell asleep last Saturday night (*ahem* the wee hours of Sunday morning) wondering “What WAS the highest grossing film in the 90s….?”. And which tennis player was married to Jo Beth Taylor…? Actually, who even was Jo Beth Taylor…?”
It may have been the Livin’ la Vita Locum cocktails I enjoyed or the fact that I wasn’t paying attention in the nineties but I had lots of unanswered questions on Saturday night. Lots. So I got all the answers – and I’m sharing them so that you can stop asking yourself “Where was Milli Vanilli from? Continue reading
There was a time when I stood at my wardrobe choosing between a bodysuit and coloured jeans or a long floral dress with Doc Martens; when my Thursday night would be spent at Black Match or Silvers. A time when we all thought Kimberly was a complete nut-bag; when you were either Team Noel or Team Ben*. When Babe made me rethink my relationship with bacon. When people had Magic Eye artwork on their walls and everyone pretended they could see the picture**. When we couldn’t say “Isn’t it ironic?” without bursting into song***. When eleventy-million scrunchies weren’t enough. When pubs suddenly became ‘gastro-pubs’ and goats cheese was the height of sophistication.
You know the time I’m talking about. Yes, the glorious nineties. Continue reading