Literacy and Numeracy
The CAE Literacy and Numeracy class is a dynamic and ever-changing whirlpool of reading, writing, spelling activities and interactive learning games on the laptops. We have done everything from writing recipes, poems, short stories and original songs. Tenants have also had the opportunity to borrow books from our extensive collection of fiction and non-fiction books and CDs in the library. This term we have really focused on creating content for the Common Ground website, using the poetry, songs and profiles of the learners from all CAE classes. Furthermore, we are now using Individual Learner Plans to set personal and study goals – the sky’s the limit!
Every day I get a mix of fantastic people in to the library, my most regular attendees are Timas, Suk, Stephen, Allan, Goran, Cindy, Justin, Adrian, Glen, Ted, Erin, Craig
Below is just a sample of some of the insightful and heartfelt poetry and writings by the residents.
Every day I get a mix of fantastic people in to the library, my most regular attendees are Timas, Suk, Stephen, Allan, Goran, Cindy, Justin, Adrian, Glen, Ted, Erin, Craig
Below is just a sample of some of the insightful and heartfelt poetry and writings by the residents.
I Wish I Hate I Hope I Never
I NEVER
not drink alcohol, not use drugs, lie
I REMEMBER
Who I am, my niece who rode the vacuum cleaner, kindergarten, pictures on the wall, nothing incriminating, my motor bike, motorbike accidents, Penny,
I CAN
runaway from home, do the impossible, do anything - whenever, however, whoever,
I WISH
for everything, for the world, for the truth, a wish for another wish, for my kids, for Warren to come back and he did, that I didn't take drugs, for all the good things in life to come true, for the government to re-instate funding into this place, that I didn't take drugs.
I HOPE
I get better soon, this place gets better than what it is - at the moment.
I HATE
flues, Facebook, certain people who use others, hate, hatefullness, everyone.
I MISS
the real me, myself, Rachel and Melissa's classes.
I BELIEVE
Elvis is King, in fairy tales, God, Rachel and Melissa.
not drink alcohol, not use drugs, lie
I REMEMBER
Who I am, my niece who rode the vacuum cleaner, kindergarten, pictures on the wall, nothing incriminating, my motor bike, motorbike accidents, Penny,
I CAN
runaway from home, do the impossible, do anything - whenever, however, whoever,
I WISH
for everything, for the world, for the truth, a wish for another wish, for my kids, for Warren to come back and he did, that I didn't take drugs, for all the good things in life to come true, for the government to re-instate funding into this place, that I didn't take drugs.
I HOPE
I get better soon, this place gets better than what it is - at the moment.
I HATE
flues, Facebook, certain people who use others, hate, hatefullness, everyone.
I MISS
the real me, myself, Rachel and Melissa's classes.
I BELIEVE
Elvis is King, in fairy tales, God, Rachel and Melissa.
A Broken Man
He stumbles down the footpath, A bottle in his hand. His clothes are ripped and filthy, His legs can barely stand. His stomach aches with hunger, His eyes hold back the tears. All that’s left is an empty shell. And many timeless years. A broken man with fallen pride, He’s lost all will to live. Life had not been kind to him, With all take and no give. The new morning finds a dead man. No great loss they say. Another drunken loser, …..A man who lost his day. He had no will to say no, He had no will to fight, The terrible disease that clung to him, Through to the last night. Anger and pain was in his soul. Hate was in his heart. That poor broken man with nowhere to go, Not even a helpful start. No family to back up his desperate plea, For which hid his sorrowful heart. The broken man who really tried, To mend his broken life. By Raelyne Kop 10th July 1986 |
Family
Brothers, sisters Father mother Without Family you feel lonely They look after you With family you share meals Celebrate Christmas together I love my family By Timas Kori Lock Up
I’m locked up in a cold jail cell on a cold winter’s night. I’m wondering what is going outside of this cold jail cell. I’m thinking about my life and what I have done and I can change what I have done in my life. my mind is confused, my soul is hurting, my eyes are crying, my heart is beating so fast , like I’m going to die. I start thinking that I’m going to die. All of a sudden I went back in time to were I went wrong. I’m looking into a light of my past thinking about why I am here back in my hell seeing my me getting beaten, me getting hurt, I start praying to god saying to myself I want to get out of this hell of my past all of a sudden I’m back in my cold jail cell. I ask myself how can I change what I did in my past. What do I do to change my life so that I don’t go back to the way I was.
By Piter B. Love Love can be so simple, Love can be so free, Love can be so complex never quite find in me. Is love a letter a word or a say? Will she ever find the love that stares her Right in the face? By Piter B. |