Because it is excellent! The GREAT Aussie bush camp was one of the greatest experiences of my life. At first I was hesitant to participate in the activities but eventually my curiosity got the better of me! I enjoyed working in teams, being a leader and being led, and also learnt some bush survival tips. The best education IS outdoors! I highly recommend it for other future school camps. 

PictureAs bushfires raged the sun above botany had turned an eerie bright red! This amazing sight was captured from my front verandah. the red orb transfigured the sky with its obvious heat as the grey clouds of smoke swirled overhead.

1. Getting out of the helicopter into the freezing cold of the Vostok Station in
2. The bore was starting to get to me now. Mum had been talking
to Optus for 75 minutes!
3. Turning the page for the 475th time. I had read a
book for the first time in my entire life.
4. Looking at the finished house
of Sussex Inlet, a wave of joy swept over me. It was finally finished.

My poem from 5M:
Tough as a
Sharp as a blade
Sneaky as a
Annoying as a flea
Wriggly as
White as a sheet
Dangerous as a
Numerous as a pea
As the sun filtered through the window and dust motes gleamed like tiny suns. I waited. I waited for the invitation to an experience of a life time. The room was small with only a desk and two chairs. The desk was piled high with sheaves of paper and had an old computer in the middle of the forest of paper. I decided to try it out to see if it still had some life left in it. As I reached for the 'on' button, a deep voice from behind me said, "Don't touch the computer!"
I realised that voice straight away. My Uncle John may have been a cranky old so-and-so, but he was Western Australia's answer to Jacques Cousteau when it came to whale sharks. What people didn't realise was that deep down he was a softie when it came to his favourite nephew! I was lucky enough to hold that title which meant that I had been invited to join him for a tagging expedition of these ocean giants.
An hour later after negotiating a small swell we prepared our equipment and Uncle John made sure the tanks were full. I suited up and gave him the thumbs up. As I rolled overboard I was suddenly engulfed by the freezing water and an overwhelming sense of freedom. Out of the distance a huge monolith was slowly gliding towards th
e hull. 
I was struck by how fragile and small we all were compared to these ocean giants. Time seemed to stall as I  gazed into the gaping cavern that was its mouth. It was then that I could imagine how Jonah would have felt! Later, when I was back on the deck of the 'SharkQuest', and Uncle John was stowing the equipment below deck, the image that I knew would stay with me from this entire experience was staring into the gaping jaws of a gentle monster.

Heavy hoof beats made us turn around. An enormous black and brown cow mooed and chewed. Its massive teeth chomped in anger. It is circling us in the paddock, waiting for a chance to ram us with its massive horns and trample us under its immense weight.
A maze of corridors, thousands of staring school students, and a timetable - our first experience of high school! On the 30th of July we (year five and six) journeyed by bus to South Sydney High School for a taste of high school life. And trust me, it was a bit daunting!
"Change IS good. Change IS good. Change IS good..."