Tuesday, July 8, 2008

"Standley, Standley, Standley!!!!" Chant with me now...


Ok. Let's face it, I'm private school ignorant. And since the kids are now attending a private school, I find myself often wondering if the differences I see are actually between public and private school or between American and Australian school. I assume they are a mixture of both.

Take for instance...houses. Now those of you who have read Harry Potter, have probably become acquainted with the idea of "houses" within school. And no, "houses" aren't just for wizard school. Although wizard school would offer a good explanation of some of the strange happenings around the Cavanagh household - but I digress. There are four houses at OLSH. Each with their own name and color. I could name them all but, well truthfully, I don't remember all the names. Except for one...Standley. That's the one that Cole and Brady belong to. Grace will belong to Standley too when she enters next year. Families stay in the same house. (Just like Harry's friend Ron and his brothers). Standley's color is red. You are assigned a house when you start at OLSH and remain in that house throughout each year of your education. Which means when we have a total school gathering of the houses, each house has representatives from all grades, seniors down to tranies (transitioners). The houses compete against each other in sporting events, school spirit and, well...volume.

A couple of weeks ago our Bath Street campus (Tranie through Year 4) held their annual sports day. Grace and I came along to offer support and cheer (rather loudly) for our house. After all, gotta help get that volume ribbon. They had various sports day activities before they split into houses and got ready for the big "relay race". I missed most of the small activities since I had to pick Grace up from school. Kind of glad since I would have been expected to help and let's just say...sports ain't my thing. Lack of coordination and all.

Anyhoo, I made it for lunch (yes they eat on the ground outside)...

and the "relay race".

Are you wondering why I keep putting "relay race" in quotes? It's because what was dubbed a "relay race" had no relay to it at all. They went by age and Brady was in the first heat. (Don't I sound like a sport commentator when I say "heat"?)

Here's my baby.


Check out the concentration. She's probably thinking "I'm gonna kick some green, blue and yellow butt!". Doubt she knew all those stupid names either.

Here's the start.


And they're off!


And she ran. She didn't place but she did get a beautiful purple ribbon that says "Competitor". And she didn't come back. I was all set to see them turn and run back but they didn't. They ran one way - no relay about it.

Cole came in last in his race. I can't quite understand it. His form is beautiful. All grace, strength and sinewy lines. What do you think?


Poor kid. Takes after his Momma.

Check out the rest of the Sports Day pics.

Sports Day

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