St Dominic’s Yearbook 2021

GRADE 8 SCIENCE Building different shapes and sizes of molecules using marshmallows, jelly tots and tooth picks! GRADE 8 WELCOME GRADE 8 Orientation

INDIVIDUAL PICTURES

GRADE 8A Tayla Vos Tamieca van Ballegooyen Peyton Thomas Isabela Teixeira Siyamthanda Sithole Emma Rose Caitlin Potgieter Stella Pienaar Keabetswe Ntseoane Siphosethu Ngema Tsiamo Mpiyakhe Odirile Moloto Tshimolongo Molapo Rethabile Mokoena Vinah Mokgatle Nthando Mabunda Zamagoza Kunene Simkhethile Khumalo Alyssa Joao Naledi Ikechukwu Amy Harmzen Gabriella Ferreirinha Zoë Clark Buhlebenkosi Bhengu ABSENT: • Chloe Dove • Paballo Kubae

GRADE 8B Paballo Thoabala Jessica Swanepoel Jorgia Simon Bokamoso Semenya Kutloano Segooa Leila Rodriques Akhona Nhlapo Mufaro Nhamburo Rokunda Nevhutalu Lesedi Ndima Palesa Mphatsoe Reabetsoe Mofolo Ogechi McMurray Tyla Marais Mathakha Madzivhandila Candice Kruger Kenosi Kganyane Samantha Healing Pandor Forka Adele Du Plessis Hannah Crafford Aryushi Balgobind Simphiwe Zulu Tyra-Lee Verreyne Daniella Todd Nolitha Tlale

GRADE 8C Leah Truscott Cassidy Topliss Gabriella Sirmon Xiluva Sibuyi Nadine Riet Sarah Ress Jasmi Ram Ifeoma Onyia Galalelo Nakedi Rorisang Mthembu Kimberley Mitres Keabetsoe Mapota Remmone Malebana Gomolemo Makgatho Lyndle Lubbe Katarina Jardim Diega Felix JonBenét Eldridge Angelique Davids Giorgia Corliano Clarissa Kruger Tadiwanashe Chitungo Elle Bouw Jenna Aschmann Carys Gander

GRADE 8D Han Yu Zhang Kisha Wilson Jade Wannenburg Nehal Thomas Caitlin Stork Dominique Sirmon Michaela Siame Jordan-Leigh Reddy Ciara O’Connor Ntandoyethu Mthethwa Busisiwe Mkhwanazi Tadiwanashe Mandigo Reabetswe Mamabolo Tannah Lindsey Gloria Kumar Oratile Khoaripe Yan Wei Huang Tania Gumbi Alexia Greyling Ziyana Daniels Abigail Crawford Elizabeth Chimedza Kwandokuhle Mahlaba

GRADE 8 Creative Writing BLACK BUTTERFLY BULLETS by Keabetswe Ntseona by Paballo Kubae by Peyton Thomas GRADE 8 Retreat The Grade 8s enjoyed their annual retreat on 4 March. The retreat focused on our Dominican Ethos and the heritage of our school. Mrs Gous, who runs the Heritage Room, created a PowerPoint in order to tell the Gr 8s about the History of the Dominican Sisters in South African and how our school, St Dominic’s came into existence. Sr Nontebeko explained the prayer life of a Dominican Sister. Besides the usual meditation and discussion, each Gr 8 made a small mosaic cross as a memento of their retreat. The new Parish Priest from St Dominic’s Parish, Fr Graham Bouwer, celebrated a Mass with the Gr 8s.

CODING AND ROBOTICS

GRADE 8 Robotics & Coding This year, our Grade 8s were introduced to the new Coding and Robotics curriculum which coincidently started during online classes. Girls were evidently forced to trouble - shoot and problem-solve their way through the learning activities which tested their resilience and patients. Back at school, girls proved to really get the flair for coding through the introduction of block-based coding, HTML and CSS to build amazing websites, and later transitioned from block to text code through Python in Pieces. We incorporated the BBC Micro:bit into their already sound coding knowledge - where they learned to program their Micro:bit to behave as light detectors, step- counters and mood affirmations. Overall, our Grade 8s learnt persistence, computational thinking, creativity and problem- solving. Mostly, they had fun while learning brand new skills.

ART Jorgia Simon 8B Paballo Kubae 8A Hannah Crafford 8B Reabetswe Mamabolo 8D Oratile Khoaripe 8D Samantha Healing 8B

Daniella Todd 8B Mufaro Nhamburo 8B Caitlin Stork 8D Jorgia Simon 8B

Gabriella Ferreirinha 8A Tyla Marais 8B Bokamosa Semeya 8A Tyla Marais 8B

Hannah Crafford 8B Kelebohile Mphatsoe 8B Amy Harmzen 8A Nehal Thomas 8D

Kutloano Segooa 8B Leila Rodrigues 8B Ciara O’ Connor 8D Samantha Healing 8B

GRADE 9 GRADE 9 GRADE 9

INDIVIDUAL PICTURES

GRADE 9A Zimazile Madyegasva Venezia Vieira Ulime Madike Tatum Meredith Shannon Brown Samukelisiwe Phenyane Ruby Carlson Rearabilwe Setou Natasha Gorgulho Lethabo Moeketsi Kgalema Molele Kassandra Muller Karabo Mahlangu Jaqueline Kruger Gina Bergonzi Carmen Coleman Busisiwe Mkhonza Amy Robson-Garth Amelia Gatsi Alicia-Anne Gemmell Alexa Nunes Aisha Phiri Mosa Hlatshwayo ABSENT: • Zahara Makhaya

GRADE 9B Kayla Zimbwa Julia Smargiasso Zoë Seynaeve Onalerona Ntlhoro Asande Nkuna Chanise Naidoo Ndungisedzo Mudau Thandanani Mtshali Kganya Molele Akhiwe Mkhatshwa Lethabo Matinketsa Samkelisiwe Malunga Rebeditswe Makweya Hannah Mackay Amy Hollard Morgan Harrison Gabriella de Macedo Talia Farinha Micah Crawley Refiloe Chiane Jessica Bott Nothando Makhubela Gabriella Padayachee ABSENT: • Nikita Da Silva

GRADE 9C Ziyanda Khanye Zamangwane Dhlamini Tamika Ashton Stephanie Siyanda Chaki Stockenstroom Sisandza Motha Shi Hang Ding Robyn Fisher Precious Nokeri Palesa Hlongwane Nikita Wessels Murango Ramagwede Michaela Connon Maphefo Ramoshaba Lungile Andrew Leah-Kasia Meewes Lea Ait Madi Kayleigh Grange Karley Bussack Jordan Campbell Gwen Crompton Gugulethu Mahlori Gabriella Faria Celeste Matsaudza

GRADE 9D Tshegofatso Rantsho Teoleni Arralappan Siphumelele Nyampule Sandiselwe Zwane Ntsako Baloyi Megan De Graaff Lianke McDonald Leilani Moyo Kiara Scheepers Katia Pequenino Jordyn Kollia Funi Tshikororo Erin Wedel Christelize Trollip Chloë Pearson Babantle Montle Jamie Bradbury Kirstin Wilkins Atlehang Ngomeza Rebecca Leach ABSENT: • Tawananyasha Chimbalu • Erin Crockroft • Alyssa Ferreirinha

CREATIVE WRITING

I remember the time – Ruby Rae Carlson 9A I remember the time when I could just be free. There was no pressure I could sit outside with my mom and draw her as atrociously as pos- of society but only the calm, icy breeze tickling the back of my neck. sible, not caring that my black and white school bag was calling my Those memories were the best times of my life. They taught me how name, begging me to come and do surprisingly simple History ques- important my life is to me. tions. I could run in my battered and bruised Vans out of a situation that required me to study for hours looking at pie charts, diagrams It is said that being free is to no longer be under control or imprisoned and verbs until my face turned a tired pink, just like my knee-high by someone or something. Thinking back, it reminds me of the happy limited edition “Friends” socks. moments sitting around the intricately designed, splintered wood- en table, surrounded by food, friends and family, especially mom. I could run some more into a field full of clovers where I was destined Although she might not think it, her aromatic food filled the air and to find some luck and return home to a plate full of carbohydrates, slowly travelled up my nose, then into my mind, depicting beautiful fats and vegetables. I was a child, and I was free. People could judge images of pink flowers and fresh futures of running wild with only me or try, at least, to stop me from being me, but I did not care at all a paint brush or fork in the forest filled with pork chops, paint, and because I was free. I could just lift my feet up in the air and study the canvases. blue-pink sky and think about…nothing! You did not have to worry about getting ninety percent on your report Yes, I remember the time I was sage, free and the happiest I have card, because there was no sizzling hot pressure of school. Nobody ever been. I seem to never forget those moments because they make judged you about what you ate that day, whether it was a sweet me…me. They taught me to run, fight or stay and capture every detail potato and rocket salad or an unhealthy day of snacking on chips of what life throws at you. and stuffing your face like a chipmunk until you collapsed and happily I will never forget them. Ever! passed out. Overcoming – Rearabilwe Setou 9A The Last Laugh – Kassandra Muller 9A My chest became tighter with every passing second. My mouth was Phil sat on top of the polished, oak wood staircase, waiting, his gaze dry and cold sweat clung to my skin. I ran. I ran as far as I could but I fixed upon the front door. He really had to depart soon, but just as he could not escape it. The claws of anxiety restrained me and the long was about to leave, comedic gold struck him, and he just could not arms of fear began to wrap themselves around me, trapping me within bear to keep this incredible exhibition of comedy to himself. a frosty embrace. I felt lost. Phil concluded that postponing for a few short minutes would not I knelt down on the clumpy soil covering the forest floor. Twisted, tow- cause too much harm because his two lovely daughters were due to ering trees surrounded me. Their branches were like hands that made come meandering through the door at any moment. Phil’s daughters plans to pull me deeper into the labyrinth of fear I had created within would usually just roll their eyes and give out aggravated sighs when myself. At that moment I saw it – the old, mahogany brown door. It faced with his comedic masterpieces, but still could not keep a smile always seemed to follow me. It stood before me as a tall, rigid giant. I off their faces. knew I had to go through it. There was no possible way for me to avoid it any longer. I was aware that I would only feel better if I embraced it, Phil could never truly tell if the grins were due to his unrivalled hilar- if I embraced change. ity, or if they were simply amused by his weak attempts at humour. Either way, nothing would brighten his day more than seeing his girls’ Thoughts of the unknown reality lurking behind the door bombarded gorgeous faces adorned with grins, which made it his lifelong duty to my mind. I wanted to escape the frightening forest, yet found it hard to supply them with as many of the possibly worst “dad jokes” known to let go of. It was familiar, it was comfortable, but it was destroying me humankind throughout his existence. more every day. With trembling, heavy steps, I approached the door. My vision blurred, my heart was pounding until finally I pulled it open. I That was the whole reason as to why he was postponing his departure stepped through to the other side. in the first place. He had just concocted the “dad joke” to end all “dad jokes”, and he hoped with all his heart, that it would eventually bring a A tangy, mint breeze greeted me. I could hear the alluring whispers of smile to their faces. Phil stared out the open window and humoured a river in the distance and the elated cries of animals echo around me. himself until at last, there was a noise from the front door as the door- I was in the same forest as before but it had been transformed into a knob rattled and began to turn. paradise. The sweet aroma of exotic flowers gently wafted through the air. The sun’s golden light tickled my skin and winding trees surround- “Finally!” thought Phil, after what had felt like an eternity, his daughters ed me, reaching out as if to give me a warm hug. were finally home. Now was his chance, his last hoorah before he was to be forced into departing. The moment he had been waiting for since I still felt uncertain. The door had disappeared and so the only way 6:27 a.m. that very morning. to go was forward, deeper into the unknown. A small bead of anxi- ety settled in my heart and the feeling of discomfort sent a shiver As the girls entered the house, Phil rose and hovered above his crum- down my spine, yet I was smiling more than I had ever smiled before. pled, lifeless form. “Girls, watch out for that top step,” he chuckled, “It’s Change was frightening. The idea of leaving what was familiar behind a real, Killer!” After delivering his greatest comedic gem, he stopped and moving onto something new was intimidating, but once I had em- resisting and relaxed as he was finally pulled into the light. braced change, I felt free and tranquil at last.

ART

Lianke McDonald 9D Lianke McDonald 9D Ruby Carlson 9A Kirstin Wilkins 9D Shannon Brown 9A

Thandanani Mtshali 9B Thandanani Mtshali 9B Zamagwane Dhlamini 9C Sandiselwe Zwane 9D

Kassandra Muller 9A Lianke McDonald 9D Lianke McDonald 9D Ruby Carlson 9A

Katia Pequenino 9D Maphefo Ramashoba 9A Ntsako Baloyi 9D Jamie Bradbury 9D

Kayla Zimbwa 9D Jamie Bradbury 9D Michaela Connon 9C Megan De Graaff 9D Kassandra Muller 9A Kirstin Wilkins 9D

EXSTREAM WEEK Extend, Extra | eXcellece| Science | Technology | Religion | Engineering | Arts | Mathematics EXSTREAM, a week that overflowed with innovation, creativity and teamwork from my fellow Gr9s and I. We were put to the test with finding solutions to problematic situations each day, using specific supplies and working under pressure. I can personally say that it was challenging but worth every second as we learned to use our strengths, delegate and even formed new friendships along the way. This is why St Dominic’s EXSTREAM week was more than arts and crafts or coding but rather an opportunity to learn how to become the problem solvers of the future. - Lianke McDonald 9D

RELIGIOUS EDUCATION RE in Grade 9 is a year of much introspection as the focus Getting caught in a net of RE lessons is to build a relationship with God. To begin with the Grade 9s are encouraged to examine their worth in God’s eyes. They are encouraged to understand that all have been made in God’s image and likeness. In a self- image inventory exercise in which they popped balloons, the Grade 9s were encouraged to let go of issues that prevent them from developing a stronger relationship with God. The Grade 9s reflected on Ephesians 6:10 “Finally, build up your strength in union with the Lord and by means of his mighty power.” The Grade 9s looked at each piece of armour and how they could make it real in their everyday lives. The Grade 9s also celebrated the significant days of the Liturgical calendar: Ash Wednesday, the Season of Lent, Holy Week, the Ascension of Jesus and Pentecost. In May the Grade 9s participated in their annual retreat. The theme of the retreat was “Discipleship – the Great Commission.” The aim of the retreat was to compare and contrast society’s definition of self-worth with the great value God places on each person. During the retreat the Grade 9s were challenged to ‘cast their nets with Jesus’ and grow as Christians in faith and action. They were encouraged to be there for one another and to not be discouraged in the face of the challenges that disciples face. The objective was be caught up in the ‘net of discipleship.’ Walking a tightrope and keeping our balance Fruits of the Holy Spirit Lord, we thank you for being our safety net during the tough times of our lives. Bring us closer to you each day so we may find true balance in our lives. Thank you also for the blessing of friends and family members who hold up. Give us courage to reach out to .’those in need through work, action, and prayer. Help us to be your Disciples. We pray this in your Son’s name. Amen.

GRADE 10 GRADE 10 GRADE 10

INDIVIDUAL PICTURES

GRADE 10A Kara Wicht Ashley Richardson Njabulo Ndala Khwezi Mtintsilana Kelebogile Adams Reabetswe Mobeng Ntando Mkhize Samantha Mills Shannon Massolini Lenita Silva Nkanyezi Masemula Tshilidzi Ligege Tisandza Kunene Bailey Jooste Kiara Jacobs Natasha Brown Amber Bester Reginah Aiyuk Karabo Mokhwibitjane Shaahida Mashaba Dominique Karabo Mokhwibitjane Shaahida Mashaba Janse Van Rensburg

GRADE 10B Georgia Valla Robyn Stopforth Taylor Stanton Kirtan Singh Lethokuhle Shamase Lungiswa Sekonyelo Nyasha Mwenje Tlotlang Moloi Nthati Malatsi Dananai Magezi Lesedi Madiba Anebel Kruger Khanya Khumalo Cameron Hearder Alexandra Fry Robyn Evans McKenzie Coetzee Naaila Banda Morgan Appleton Owami Pitsi ABSENT: • Gosiame Mokate

GRADE 10C Zoe Williams Olivia Teeling Kayleigh Stride Hope Seema Reabetswe Ramasodi Anke Pretorius Katie O’Hara Ncumisa Nokwindla Neo Mosohil Khanyisile Mazibuko Bontle Mathibe Claire Marland Keamohetsoe Molefe Oratile Makeke Kiara Hanscombe Ndamulelo Denga Olivia David Genevieve Da Silva Leysha Arends

GRADE 10D Azande Zulu Kayla Victor Rebecca Smal Yhara Singh Oreabetse Ratsoma Michaela Prokopi Tamryn Nortje Zinhle Nokwindla Lufuno Mugagadeli Sihle Maseko Caitlin Costa Entle Fihla Indiphile Jada Keitumetsi Kope Jolene Kruger Mikayla Losper Teresa Maponya Oratilwe Modise ABSENT: • Haily Wilson

CREATIVE WRITING

The Art of War - Robyn Evans Butterfly - Georgia Valla Art is inspiring, emotional and unique. Those who practice warcraft When did our relationship go wrong? From the very beginning. After claim it is an art. Battlefields, glorious fields of bravery and victory, a long tiring day, I decided to treat myself to a drink all alone. “Can I are in reality just breeding grounds for death, fear and constant sac- sit here?” he asked. “But you already are” I responded. rifice. I am but a bishop in this mess of black and white and in my eyes, there is no Art in War. In the end, all that is left are ugly scars After a few discussions, he started to draw a butterfly on my arm and victory speeches that don’t even show the full extend of the with a waterproof marker, given his love for them. I was shocked horrors of conflict. since most people do not draw on a stranger’s arm when they first meet. As he drew the butterfly, his slightest touch made me feel The pawns are always the first to go. Although nobody would admit unsettled. After a few more discussions with him, I noticed his it, they are just sacrifices sent to distract and obstruct the enemy tattoo which was a butterfly. He said he somehow felt connected lines. Even if they make it through the enemy, they are ultimately to them. tossed aside in favour of a better piece. The knight brothers try to save them using their unique movements and tactics to slip through It was time for me to go home. He offered to take me home, but I the battle effortlessly, but there are just too many to protect and too declined. As I walked home, I continuously stared at the butterfly many incoming threats. My sister bishop and I watch as they fall, drawing on my skin. I wish I opened my eyes sooner to realize that one after the other, but they served their purpose, creating enough I was marked and I was now a butterfly, captured and stuck in his space for us to join the fray with our long-range attacks. The rooks cage. finally decide to join in as well and begin to move on their back ranks, but I know they won’t attack unless they see an opportunity to win. I had lay in bed, unable to sleep, recalling my interesting evening with the stranger I met. Every time I thought of him, I got “butterflies” Suddenly, our queen zooms past me to take care of an enemy bish- in my stomach, something I’ve never experienced before. I wish I op. As always, my heart lifts as I see her. In my opinion, she is the realised sooner that those “butterflies” in my stomach were a most respectable one of us all, and by far the most dangerous. But warning. I wish I realised sooner that it wasn’t a good feeling, but she is also the most targeted and I watch in muted dismay as she an alerting, anxious and an odd feeling. I ignored it the same way I is trapped and defeated by the two enemy rooks. I look around and ignored all the other signs. The dust on its wings blinded me. realise my partner has been taken as well and I retreat back to the two rooks, whom I can tell are nervously watching the enemy’s ap- “Is that him?” Yes it was. The butterflies came rushing back. My proaching warriors and looking to their king for support – but he instincts told me to hide and ignore him, but my heart told me to go won’t be of much help, being the weakest one here, and besides, he to him. How foolish. He came my way and I stood still, just like time will try to save himself before any of us. But I must still protect him. in that moment. He smiled at me the same way he did that evening. Afterall, if he gets caught, we are all as good as dead. He moves a We ended up walking together and speaking about our futures step back, which was a mistake. In the blink of an eye, one of the and desires in life. He told me he wanted another butterfly tattoo rooks is taken down by the opposing queen, and the king is threat- and described how he wanted it to look in great detail. I couldn’t ened. There is no other way. Even though we will still lose once I understand his obsession with butterflies, his obsession with us. am taken, I move in front of my king and watch as the queen slowly approaches me, towers over me, and then tosses my body aside to We started to meet each other regularly. He would always suggest join the others, trapping our king instantly. I don’t know what hap- that we should get pizza. He said he wanted to see how I truly felt pened after that, I just know that we lost this battle. When I open my about him by sharing food. I laughed. eyes again, I am in the same position as last time, with the same enemy in front of us, and the same black and white field separating I thought we were very close, closer than friends. I told him how I the two battle lines. And so, we start again. felt about him. He laughed at me. In that moment I was no longer a butterfly, but a moth. He said he doesn’t like committed relationships There is no Art in War. Art is inspiring. All that war does is kill the and told me I was just one of his little butterflies. My heart sank. hopes and dreams of thousands of people who used to think they Although he said that, I still cared for him, I still thought of him day had a future. Art is emotional. In war, people are trained to detach and night and I still loved him. Maybe it was just infatuation, or themselves from their emotions and become cold hard machines. something less. It is the only way that they can kill someone that they don’t even know. And most importantly, Art is unique. Even if it’s different fac- I was never released from his cage. He allowed me to suffer and es, a different country, a different time, battles are always the same. feel pain, but I allowed it. When did our relationship go wrong? From There is always unoriginal tactics and strategies, always a victor the very beginning. and a loser, and always death, so much death. The battle is decided. Old kings fall and new kings rise. The board is reset with new faces, and with that, we start all over again. Can there really be an Art in War when we just keep repeating the same patterns throughout history? Art is inspiring, emotional and unique – War is not, and never will be any of these things.

ART Robyn Evans Khwezi Mtintsilana Kirtan Singh Caitlin Costa

Kirtan Singh Neo Mosholi Caitlin Costa Robyn Evans

Robyn Evans Owami Pitsi Oratilwe Modise Owami Pitsi Kirtan Singh Caitlin Costa

RELIGIOUS EDUCATION During September the Grade 10s participated in their annual retreat. The theme was “Laudato Si – Care for our Common Home.” In a general session Mr M Smith outlined the science of climate change. Pope Francis’ encyclical letter of 2015 was addressed to the people of the world asking everyone to take the issue of climate change seriously. Here is a link to a video that summarises Pope Francis’ encyclical letter: https://youtu. be/Fj4WSTken3w In one of the rotational sessions the Grade 10s baked Oat Crunchies. While baking they discussed the sustainability of the ingredients and the activity of baking. In a general session in the Jubilee Centre the Grade 10 used their bodies to communicate with each other. In the rotational sessions the Grade 10s spent time meditating, and discussing the need to care for our earth. The retreat ended with a prayer service celebrating the archangels Michael, Raphael and Gabriel.

GRADE 11 GRADE 11 GRADE 11

INDIVIDUAL PICTURES

GRADE 11A Bridgete Zhekov Nandi Yende Jordan Purves Sydney Munks Keabetsoe Moshoeshoe Lefentse Mokoena Jade Meyer Noluthando Kunene Mwayi Gwaza Lesedi Gwambe Danielle Garnett Raquel Ferreira Nicola De Aguiar Dominique Da Silva Shalom Chikwava Botlhale Chanda Nicole Baeta ABSENT: • Makanaka Takavamanya

GRADE 11B Geneiva Ackermann Paige Clarke Teagan De Bruin Xolile Fry Cassandra Hanscombe Anele Jiyane Zayna Khan Morgan Klopper Faseeha Laher Karabo Maluleke Annalisa Manjokoto Kyla Marland Gomolemo Morolo Seyuri Naicker Ethel Pedzisi Asiphe Sebubana Adrienne Shortt Georgelyn Slambee Mbali Stuma Onthatile Talane Vallery Tavonesa

GRADE 11C Lisa Tadhliwa Madison Samuel Mahlatse Ramadibane Jayna Ram Gershara Rajkumar Siphiwe Pangwa Casey Norton Lwazi Mthombeni Sphesihle Mshumpela Gift Mpotu Asanda Mazibuko Paki Maphike Ruby Healing Paige Dolman Claire De Graaff Skyla De Freitas Raquel De Freitas Shylendra Chawira Elizabeth Botha Daniela Bergonzi Tayla Barrett

GRADE 11D Lyndle Williams Megan Webber Kitso Tsatsi Senzile Tenza Macayla Smit Nontyantyambo Sikali Khanyisile Mtsweni Khutso Mlambo Khethelo Malevu Letlotlo Komane Gemmah Gunter Vin-Nola Ground Tyra Fuchs Sidney Engelbrecht Megan Bishop Gabriela Berimbau Paige Grieve

SHAKESPEARE FESTIVAL A first for St Dominic’s For the first time ever, St Dominic’s participated in the Shakespeare Festival held at the National Children’s Outdoor Theatre in May this year. A fleeting window of opportunity, during the Covid Pandemic, enabled eighteen Grade 11 students to perform either in the Monologue section or the Scene section of the festival. It was a magnificent experience for our budding actresses and orators who memorised their lines perfectly and presented exceptional performances. Our girls competed against other schools such as KES, St Stithians Girls, Jeppe Boys, Willowmoore High and members of The National Children’s Theatre. Ten St Dominic’s girls progressed to the finals. Congratulations to Mahlatse Ramadibane and Anda Tenza whose remarkable renditions of Othello and Iago earned them the award of Runners-up in the Shakespeare Scene Section. Well done to all the St Dominic’s thespians who worked so diligently and enthusiastically to perform so proficiently at the Shakespeare Festival 2021.

RELIGIOUS EDUCATION Retreat During September the Gr 11s participated in their annual retreat. The theme of the retreat was “Servant Leadership”. In the Gathering Session the Gr 11s were challenged to follow their companion’s actions and later to communicate with each other using role play. Confirmation Since the Gr 10 Confirmation Class could not be Confirmed during 2020, the Confirmation Candidates were confirmed by Fr Graham on 10 April 2021. Pilgrimage Before Covid-19 the Gr 11s would go on a pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Christ the King in Johannesburg during May. There they would celebrate a Mass with other Gr 11s from various Catholic Schools. This year the Catholic School’s Office encouraged the Catholic Schools to make contact with other Catholic Schools via the internet. The operation was name “Alone, together.”