I moved to Brisbane, Australia, not long before my 18th birthday in 1995. My mother and my two younger brothers accompanied me there.
The night we arrived in Brisbane there was a mighty hail storm, which meant that our flight couldn't land in Brisbane. Instead the flight was diverted to Coolangatta.We were ferried by coach from Coolangatta to Brisbane Airport. A Sri Lankan family friend was at the airport to pick us up.My mom and brothers all had diarrhea at the airport on account of the lamb that they had eaten on the plane. Miraculously the lamb had no such ill effects on me. I don't recall whether I actually ate the lamb or not.
We stayed the next month at the home of another Sri Lankan family that we had previously met in Fiji, where they were working at the time. They were very hospitable and put us up at their place until my Mother enrolled my brother and I at the Brisbane State High school. We also found a flat/apartment about a mile from the school, in which to live.
This whole move to Australia had filled me with trepidation. I was worried whether I would have difficulty fitting into a Western culture. Fiji, where we had spent the last seven years was different from Sri Lanka, but it was a colonial, third world country that shared many similarities and all the people were brown skinned.I felt so self conscious about being a brown skinned girl in a white world.
Finally, school opened in February 1985 and I had enrolled in all my classes which were to be mainly Science and Maths subjects as well as English language and literature.The first day of school I felt very lonely. I met my classmates, the school was co-ed so there were boys as well. I felt even more self conscious having to face boys, my previous High School in Fiji had been all girls. Most of the students in my class were white Australian. There were a handful of minority students such as two Chinese, two Greek and one Turkish student. Our class teacher was Ms. Jenny Cranston. She was an attractive petite, young woman with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. She had a strong Australian accent and the 2 subjects she taught us were English Language and Literature. I thought some of the boys in our class were cute but I was too shy to interact with them during the school year.
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My class picture-Year 12 taken at the school library.
I am seated 1st from the left in the front row. My cute Turkish classmate who liked me, is in the front row seated 3rd from the left.
On the first day, we were given our time table, we had to move each period to different labs or classrooms and take all our books with us. I met other students during my Maths 1 and Maths 2 classes. The other students were nice, I used to have lunch sometimes or spend the morning breaks with some of the girls in my classes. Being very shy I sometimes used to prefer to have lunch on my own. They had nice salad sandwiches and pikelets at the canteen which was run by the Mothers but I was too shy to ever go there. So my Mother used to pack me a sandwich and some fruit sitting on the grounds or steps somewhere.
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This picture was taken inside our flat/apartment. I am in the Brisbane State High School (BSHS )Summer uniform. My bag heavy with books is on the floor. Our neighbor's Siamese cat is asleep on the chair.
My best subjects turned out to be Biology and English language and Literature. I did not do too well in Chemistry, Physics or Maths 1 and Maths 11. I found that curriculum in Australia at Year 12 was more advanced than what I had experienced in the final year of High School-Form 6 back in Fiji. Even English was at a much higher standard, although I did do quite well in that subject in Brisbane. I felt that my English teacher was a little prejudiced in her assessment of me, maybe since I was not a native speaker of English she assessed me on a lower scale.
I was fortunate to have good teachers who knew their subject matter well. They were all interesting people, all quite different from each other. My Chemistry teacher was Mr. Hansen, he also knew my brother (who was in Year 11) and played softball during sports half. Mr Hansen was quite impressed with my brother's sprinting abilities. Mr Hansen always wore Bermuda shorts and kneee length socks which is an Aussie tradition.
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My brother and I in the BSHS Winter uniform.
My Physics teacher was a wiry, thirtish man with an Italian sounding name which I can't recall at the moment. He always wore jeans and a t-shirt with cap sleeves which gave him a casual air.His brown hair was longish and he also wore a beard to match. He was quite an attractive and outgoing and likeable man. However, in the 2nd Semester he left for Italy to pursue higher studies. During the 2nd Semester he was replaced by another teacher, Mr. Stevenson who was about the same age.
My Maths 1 teacher was a tall blonde lady with brown eyes, but her name elludes me. She was very good at the subject, but I didn't have much personal interaction with her to say anything about her personality.
For Maths 2 we studied BASIC the computer language in Semester 1. Our teacher was Mr. Brennan, a bespectacled man with dark hair. He was very outspoken and used to make comments about many things. He often used to talk about golfing in his spare time. There was a boy in the Math 11 class who always walked his girlfriend to class and they were always inseparable. Mr. Brennan noticed it and made a comment about "'John always being with his bird" or something to that effect. I found his outspokeness to be quite refreshing and amusing, unless it was directed at me. I remember I used to have Math 2 during the first period of the day in Semester 1 and very often I used to come late to class. Mr. Brennan used to give me a lecture saying something like "when you start working your boss won't like it if you go to work late like this". I always listened meekly whenever he said this and I remember one of the boys sitting nearby smiling in amusement.
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This picture is a paper cutting taken from the Brisbane Sunday Mail newspaper. It shows John, my Maths 2 classmate and his girlfriend at the annual School Formal Dance.
I did enjoy the two English subjects: Language as well as Literature. I still remember what we studied for Literature: Poetry such as the poets who wrote about the casualties of the First World War and also Robert Frost. We read plays in the form of Death of a Salesman and Mcbeth. We read novels including The Day of the Triffids, Grapes of Wrath, The Chosen and Pride and Prejudice. We also watched classic movies during English period such as 'Pride and Prejudice' and the movie 'Tess'. The school year had been split into two Semesters. Each semester we were assessed. We had to write a journal one semester as well as do Oral presentations per semester. I absolutely dreaded the Orals. The second semester I was invited by a group of 3 boys to join them in 3 short sketches. I was flattered that they asked me and gladly joined them. One skit involved us being on a spaceship, the other skit was Sherlock Holmes and I played Holmes' housekeeper. We wore costumes of sorts, and rehersed in the mornings before school. I thought I did a good job, but my teacher didn't think I did too well, I was disappointed in her assessment of my performance.
I found Biology to be an interesting subject as well. Our Biology teacher was Mr. Redhead and he had a regional British accent which I couldn't quite place. He went on long leave to UK during the middle of the year and we had a Chinese lady who took our classes while he was on vacation. I think she was Malaysian Chinese, she was a pretty nice lady. For Biology we had to conduct an experiment on our own during the first Semester. I had no idea what I was going to do for my experiment. Everyone else in the class seemed to have bright ideas, while I had none. So I was a bit worried and didn't start my experiment until about 2 months before the Semester ended. Finally, I decided to grow green beans in 3 types of soil in pots. My conclusion was to see which type of soil suited green beans the best. The beans grew quite well and I wrote up my conclusion and was really happy when I got good marks from Mr Redhead for my experiment.
They had various social events during the school year such as weekend 'Dances' and school night outings to see plays such as 'The Mikado'. Some of my friends in my classes asked me if I was coming to the Dances and I said no. I remember she said "Why don't you come, don't worry people will dance with you." Unfortunately my shyness prevented me from attending dances, although I did wish I had the courage to go. I didn't go to the ' Mikado' or the school ' Formal' which was the graduation dinner held at the end of the school year. The formal was a grand affair where you had to wear evening gowns and they had a formal meal. The menu was approved early in the school year. At that time I opted out from participating in choosing the menu. The Turkish guy in my class also opted out, because of me as he was definitely interested in me. He was always smiling at me and trying to catch my attention, whenever I happened to run into him between classes. I felt very embarrased and shy at this special attention.
One day I saw Ms. Cranston , our English teacher say to him "She's beautiful isn't she?" and he nodded assent. Towards the middle of the year both my Turkish classmate, and I were called to the Admin office during the Biology class. So we both went there and we had to answer some questions and after that we were free to return to our class. My classmate accompanied me back to our class and as we passed the courtyard, he asked me if I was going to go back to the class or not go back. I replied that I was going back, and he accompanied me back to class. Looking back I know that he wanted me to say I wasn't going back so he could sit and talk to me. I did wonder years later what would have happened if I did stay and sit out the class with him that day. As a matter of fact I did track him down about seven years later in 1992, I managed to find his address through Australia Post and I wrote to him. He wrote back, apparently he had married a girl he met in 1988 at the World Expo in Brisbane and they had a son and another baby was on the way.
