Year 12 Retreat: Tatachilla
Year 12 retreat is something everyone looks forward too. It's the biggest retreat, three days and two nights. I went to McLaren Vale/ Tatachilla, with my RE Class and Mr. Francis and Mrs. Harding and her RE Class.
Making our way to the bus
Yes, Ella and Daniel can come too
Having only been to Belair for retreats in previous years, I was glad to get away from the usual places and to say the least the Tatachilla conference centre was very impressive. A large activities hall with three levels. The top one having four table tennis tables, and a pool table, the one below it was used for soccer and the one below that a basketball/volleybal court.
This shot was taken from the moving bus, hence it's off-centre and blurred
A Pool Tournament was held, organised by Bradzes
Mmmm which one to hit
Dwilly is number one!
Ben Wyk spent much of the retreat in hiding
Ssswish
We were told to leave "radios and CDs" at home. I decided to take this request really seriously, and so I took my iPod instead, as well as a pair of speakers. This meant everyone could enjoy the music. On multiple occasions I could be seen bearing the speakers on my shoulders making me the walking EuroTrash machine. Ben Fardell took the opportunity to wake the guys by blasting AGRESSIVE ALPINE SKIING!! into their dorm early Thursday morning. I was then falsely accused and almost sentenced to death. Other pranks included taking pictures of Ryan taking a dump. Unfortunately these pictures were deleted before they could reach the web. You'll just have to trust me when I say, it was hilarious.
On the final night the girls attacked the boy's dorms with toilet paper, the plan was good and carried out well. Of course we then we planned extensively to retaliate but a strict patrolling Mr Chiarolli and general tiredness meant nothing really happened. Bradfield had infiltrated the girls dorms earlier and remained hidden in one of the empty rooms and overheard their plans to attack again with a wider range of sanitary products. None of these wild plans were actually carried out.
The overseas students really had their sh*t together; I'm talking three laptops, networked with a food supply that would last them three weeks. They spent most of the free time in there and although it could be seen as anti-social, I still respect them for it.
Samuel playing WC3 with one hand
Malo hooked us up with Counter-Strike. Those are stains of excitement on the carpet.
Ryan trashin' it up on the bus
Bradzez!!
Angry mode on:
We had a mass on the final night with father Egar (it's like Edgar without the 'd') and he brought with him the infamous NET team, or at least two of their members, Jeff and Lee. Their presence was much appreciated, NOT!!. They are arguably the biggest bible bashing f*ckwits alive. Jeff was a typical chode-face with baggy jeans, skate shoes, beard. He gave us his equally typical life-story that went along the lines of: I was always bullied and beaten up in primary school. Then I started skating, but I sucked too much, so then I went to a youthgroup and I found Jesus, blablabla. Jesus is my best friend. You should seek Jesus too, he will love you.
WHYYYYY?!?!! No one cares. You are trying way too hard to make your life story appeal to us and it is by no means inspirational and we don't relate to you in any way. So please, just go away.
That's Jeff.
Lee, the girl, had her own set of problems, and that was the fact that she couldn't sing. Yet she was assigned to do all the music. Even general responses were 'sung'. It really turned the mass into a joke, because people were kept busy trying to stop laughing all the time instead of focusing on the mass.
Other personal highlights included, the candle-passing exercise, which had a really good atmosphere, but in the end people just passed the candle to those who hadn't yet had a turn. Also writing and receiving affirmations and all the small-group exercises were quite good.
Year 12 retreat lived up to the hype that preceded it, it was just an awesome three days away...
Making our way to the bus
Yes, Ella and Daniel can come too
Having only been to Belair for retreats in previous years, I was glad to get away from the usual places and to say the least the Tatachilla conference centre was very impressive. A large activities hall with three levels. The top one having four table tennis tables, and a pool table, the one below it was used for soccer and the one below that a basketball/volleybal court.
This shot was taken from the moving bus, hence it's off-centre and blurred
A Pool Tournament was held, organised by Bradzes
Mmmm which one to hit
Dwilly is number one!
Ben Wyk spent much of the retreat in hiding
Ssswish
We were told to leave "radios and CDs" at home. I decided to take this request really seriously, and so I took my iPod instead, as well as a pair of speakers. This meant everyone could enjoy the music. On multiple occasions I could be seen bearing the speakers on my shoulders making me the walking EuroTrash machine. Ben Fardell took the opportunity to wake the guys by blasting AGRESSIVE ALPINE SKIING!! into their dorm early Thursday morning. I was then falsely accused and almost sentenced to death. Other pranks included taking pictures of Ryan taking a dump. Unfortunately these pictures were deleted before they could reach the web. You'll just have to trust me when I say, it was hilarious.
On the final night the girls attacked the boy's dorms with toilet paper, the plan was good and carried out well. Of course we then we planned extensively to retaliate but a strict patrolling Mr Chiarolli and general tiredness meant nothing really happened. Bradfield had infiltrated the girls dorms earlier and remained hidden in one of the empty rooms and overheard their plans to attack again with a wider range of sanitary products. None of these wild plans were actually carried out.
The overseas students really had their sh*t together; I'm talking three laptops, networked with a food supply that would last them three weeks. They spent most of the free time in there and although it could be seen as anti-social, I still respect them for it.
Samuel playing WC3 with one hand
Malo hooked us up with Counter-Strike. Those are stains of excitement on the carpet.
Ryan trashin' it up on the bus
Bradzez!!
Angry mode on:
We had a mass on the final night with father Egar (it's like Edgar without the 'd') and he brought with him the infamous NET team, or at least two of their members, Jeff and Lee. Their presence was much appreciated, NOT!!. They are arguably the biggest bible bashing f*ckwits alive. Jeff was a typical chode-face with baggy jeans, skate shoes, beard. He gave us his equally typical life-story that went along the lines of: I was always bullied and beaten up in primary school. Then I started skating, but I sucked too much, so then I went to a youthgroup and I found Jesus, blablabla. Jesus is my best friend. You should seek Jesus too, he will love you.
WHYYYYY?!?!! No one cares. You are trying way too hard to make your life story appeal to us and it is by no means inspirational and we don't relate to you in any way. So please, just go away.
That's Jeff.
Lee, the girl, had her own set of problems, and that was the fact that she couldn't sing. Yet she was assigned to do all the music. Even general responses were 'sung'. It really turned the mass into a joke, because people were kept busy trying to stop laughing all the time instead of focusing on the mass.
Other personal highlights included, the candle-passing exercise, which had a really good atmosphere, but in the end people just passed the candle to those who hadn't yet had a turn. Also writing and receiving affirmations and all the small-group exercises were quite good.
Year 12 retreat lived up to the hype that preceded it, it was just an awesome three days away...
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