Heather Blakey has been conducting creative writing
sessions at Keon Park Primary School since 1997. She began by running
small extension sessions for students who showed a keen interest
in writing. These sessions were so successful that it was decided
to offer them to all Grade 5/6 children.
As a whole class activity, Heather provided support
and encouragement for all students to write. Even students who are
generally reluctant writers find her sessions inspirational. She
plants a seed of an idea and expects all children to get something
down on paper. The formal conventions of writing are not emphasised
during this stage and it is because of this approach that children
feel uninhibited enough to get their ideas on paper.
Heather expects teachers to be active writers
during the sessions. Teachers experience the process with the students
and it is a reminder of what students can feel during writing sessions.
Heather's writing sessions encourage teachers to experiment and
have the confidence to conduct similar activities.
Heather makes writing fun and ensures that it
is a successful experience for everyone.
Grade 5/6 staff Keon Park Primary
to Becoming a Writer
Student Writing Lounge
Writing Passport Projects
Keon Primary School - Student Folios
Tahlia Quan - Grade 5/6B
Erin - Grade 5/6B
Meet the Genie
in the Canteen and view the lunch orders made by some students
from Reservoir East Primary School.
Winning Dragon Colouring Story Competition
Once upon a time there lived a dragon
that lived in the ocean. This dragon was no ordinary dragon. Its
skin was made of colourful scales and whoever looked at the dragon
would get blinded by the colours that it had. The dragon's skin
was worth millions and millions of dollars because they said the
skin was made of precious metal that no-one had ever seen before
and that was worth even more than gold. They said that the dragon
lived in an ocean no-one had ever heard of before, the Dragonopia
Ocean. Story had it that whoever went in search of these dragons
never came back. The myth also said that whatever the dragon touched
would turn into the colour of the dragon's body. The dragon ate
sea animals and sometimes weeds.
This myth went on for hundreds of
years until a young man named Michael, from a little town called
Rangladesh, decided that he had nothing to lose for he was very
poor and needed some money. When he told his mother his idea she
said that it was ridiculous. As the weeks went by Michael's family
became poorer and poorer until one day his mother said it was the
only hope for them and to take the family sword just in case. This
sword was the sword of hope, war and bravery. His mother said goodbye
to him and the ship took off.
At first Michael was enjoying himself
but then the food ran out and they didn't know where they were because
they had lost their maps in a terrible storm. Then, as they were
sailing they heard this rumbling noise in the sea. It was the dragon!
They tried to kill it with their swords but it was no use because
when the swords touched the dragon they would turn into colourful
ones and blinded the people. Then the dragon touched the boat and
it all turned colourful. Nearly all the sailors were blinded except
for Michael for he had some goggles in the cabinet and he put them
on for safety.
After nearly all the sailors had
gone blind Michael finally killed the dragon with his magical sword.
He was very proud of himself. To test the myth he looked carefully
at the scales. Sure enough, there in front of his eyes were the
brightest colours he had ever seen. Then Michael put the sword into
the dragon's stomach but no blood came out.
Instead rich, thick gold came pouring
out of the dragon's body like an overflowing river. Michael thought
this was fantastic because he could become even richer. But he didn't
really want to make holes all over the dragon as it was very beautiful
so he just squeezed the hole and poured the gold into three barrels.
As he was squeezing the gold out of the dragon's body he felt something
in the hole. As he squeezed it was not more gold that came out.
Instead a golden egg popped out of the hole. This egg was no ordinary
egg. It was as huge as a baby elephant and it also had a very hard
By now Michael had gone crazy with
delightment but he felt sorry for the egg because he had killed
its mother. So from that day on Michael cared for the baby dragon
and worked as a waiter and earned enough money for his family and
never hurt another dragon again.
by Helen 5/6C
Erin 5/6Q based on a Stepping
They are blue, they donít look like shoes
and they are sitting at the bottom of my cupboard gathering dust.
I got these shoes for my birthday. I pretended
I liked them. They donít even look like shoes! I have worn them
once. They gave me blisters. They were too small and I was totally
humiliated when I wore them to school. My mum made me. Luckily I
brought an extra pair of shoes to put on. I now have the nickname
I am now in my bedroom taking my shoes
out of their box. Instead of being blue they are grey with dust.
What was worse, they smelled bad. I was about to take them out of
the box to chuck them out the of window when mum came into my bedroom.
She was saying that she was sad and wanted me to put on my shoes.
I knew I would have to so I told my mum I would put them on.
She left! I wasnít going to put them on
ever again. I told my mum that while I was looking for something
that would match my shoes and that I had lost them. Its not a good
excuse but it will do because I think my mum bought it. Or at least
another pair of shoes.I got my other pair out of my hiding place.
The best place in the world. Under the bed.
My mum brought the other pair back and
started again on how sad she was that I didnít wear them. Blah blah
blah. I said I would put them on tomorrow. Of course that would
never happen. I put them back in the box and went to sleep even
though it was the middle of the day. It sort of seems appropriate
to go to bed after something so horrible as putting on the ugliest
pair of shoes in the morning.
Anyway in the morning I went to school early.
Or at least the tip. I chucked the shoes as far as I could which
wasnít very far so I carried them to the back of the tip. I felt
guilty after school so I went back to the tip and got them. They
smelled worse than they did yesterday.
When I got home I washed them. They sort
of stretched and the colour came off. That was bad until I saw what
had happened. Underneath the blue were rainbow colours. They looked
sort of cool. I had a matching colourful dress I could put on. A
few minutes later I went down stairs. I showed my mum and told her
what happened. She was disappointed and said if I didnít like them
she could have brought them back. All well. I now wear them every
weekend when its hot with my dress.
Every year when my feet become too big
my mum buys me another pair for my birthday.
Support this program
If you feel inspired to help ensure that almost five hundred primary
school students in Melbourne's northern suburbs are actively encouraged
to develop their writing and creative thinking skills you can send
donations or products to:
Mrs Heather Blakey
The Writing Passport Program
La Trobe Secondary College
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for more information about supporting the expansion of this program.
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to engage and improve their writing and creative thinking skills.
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