Counting Sheep

Kyle Thompson | Principal

Last week at the College gave evidence again to the many varied activities, successes and SCOTSified educational experiences we provide. In a week where we had rugby, musical rehearsals, netball, the boarders’ town church service, open morning, and variety of other events involving our staff and students, it would normally be one of these happenings that I would be compelled to list as an individual highlight. However, this was not the case when selecting my standout SCOTS moment. A moment that was uniquely us, our school, our students and our staff.

It would be easy to suggest that this was our open morning, with staff and students engaging with a large number of potential new families, showing them our classrooms and giving them an insight into our student/teacher relationships, our co-curricular offerings and the type of students we produce through their interactions with our student tour guides. But no. As great as that was last week, my highlight occurred at 3:30 Thursday afternoon.

On Thursday afternoon I looked through the blinds in my office to the sight of about 20 sheep running down Oxenham Street. After a second glance to check this was actually happening and not a late afternoon imagining, and with the words ‘what the hell is happening out there?’ to Mrs Miller next door, we wandered out to the front of the school to see these animals running at pace down the street towards Briggs Oval. A minute or so later boys and girls dressed in red or blue Ag shirts were also running at pace (but not fast enough) in hot pursuit.

A few minutes later the sheep were back, again at pace, running up Oxenham Street towards the Ag plot and the Equestrian Centre. Again, our students were in hot pursuit, or at least some of them were, as fatigue began to take its toll on some (kids not sheep). One student decided it was best to just walk in the general direction the sheep were headed, doffing his Akubra to Mrs Miller and I as he walked by, remarking how it was just like a wild goose chase. I corrected him slightly, as they were sheep.

By now Mr Rothman had parked his ute just outside the College and was watching the running up, running down, the foray into the middle school and the four legged leaping thing that sheep do, in this case over the bonnet of a car parked outside the Ag plot. When asked if this was the plan, he responded with ‘No, and it’s not going well’. On that note, a decision was made to return to the office, close the blinds, and reflect on the amazingly wonderful, challenging, unique, educational, rural town, and our school happenings that make us who we are. That make us SCOTS PGC. I still cannot believe at times how special our school is. That we are able to be all things, and see and experience things that other schools can only dream of. I still consider myself exceptionally fortunate to be experiencing SCOTS, our people and our community.

As I lay in bed now and into the future, I know the sheep I will be counting and how I will visualise them leaping a white Hyundai trying to get back to the Ag plot in a school in Warwick. And, I will sleep well knowing that no sheep were harmed in this Thursday afternoon ‘imagining’. You’ve just got to love SCOTS PGC.