As a past student and staff member, I would like to commend Hebron Christian College to you. I started attending Hebron Christian College as a Year 7 student in 1998. I completed my high school education at Hebron, leaving at the end of Year 12 with NCEA Level 2. At that stage, Year 13 was not offered. However, the lack of a Year 13 class did not affect my schooling in any way as I was granted Provisional Entrance into the University of Auckland degree of my choice at the end of the year. From my year group, all of the students went on to tertiary education at The University of Auckland, The Auckland University of Technology, Unitec or Bible College, and have excelled. The school subjects provided by Hebron, enabled us to be admitted into our chosen degrees. Personally, I have completed a Bachelor of Performing Arts, a Graduate Diploma in Teaching (Secondary), a Graduate Diploma in English and will be starting my Masters in Education (Management and Leadership) at the University of Sydney this coming semester. I believe that my passion and love of learning has grown from the excellent foundation that I received at Hebron Christian College.
Often, when parents consider their children's secondary education they look for a school which offers a large variety of subjects. They believe that the more options a student has, the more likely they will do well in life. However, I strongly believe that Hebron's biblically based teaching and smaller classes are of a greater benefit to many students because they help young people to develop a strong foundation in God's word, while learning important social skills.
I was with the same classmates for six years and, over that time, our class learnt how to work together. With help from staff, we discovered that since we were going to be together everyday, for years, it was important that we all got along. The result of this was that we all learned to persevere in relationships and discovered how to relate to different types of people. We learned how to "love one another". My best friends today are from my year group as we have continued to work at our relationships. These are the friends I trust, respect and hold myself accountable to. The students that I did not initially get on with are likewise good friends today. In large schools there are often lots of cliques which quickly form and disband. At Hebron, every student is noticed and is part of the whole. Hebron is very much a community; this is one of its greatest attributes.
The effect of biblically based education on my life, is that it has given me a secure foundation in God's Word. At Hebron, every morning starts with a class devotion in which the Bible is read and relevant issues are discussed and prayed for. The main focus for staff is to encourage students to take ownership of their faith in God and to spend time reading the Bible themselves. As a young person, it can be difficult to form good habits when it comes to reading the bible and having a quiet time as there are often a lot of distractions. When I was at Hebron as a student, the daily devotions helped to encourage and motivate me to study the Bible. When I left Hebron, the routine was so ingrained that what was initially difficult for me had become a good habit. If I had attended a public school and had continued in my Christian faith, I am not sure whether I would read the Bible daily as I do now. I believe that I needed the encouragement and reminders to help me. I do not know where I would be spiritually if I had not been supported in my faith at school. Teachers are instructed to incorporate the Bible and biblical principles into their lesson plans. This helps to show students that the Bible is not just some old book but that it is relevant to all aspects of life today; Hebrews 4:12 says, "For the Word of God is living and active." The continuous comparisons between the world today and God's Word helps show students what it means to be a Christian and helps them to understand what God wants from them, today. The Bible is central to all teaching and is continually used as a reference point for any issues that may occur. Hebron Christian College staff believe that, "All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness" (2 Timothy 3:16).
As a secondary student, seeing the Bible used as a reference helped me to see the value of the Bible in every day situations. As a tertiary student, I was able to defend the Bible and grow in faith due to my good biblical foundation. As a secondary teacher, I have been able to apply my knowledge within a classroom setting and look at verses from a different perspective. When one reads the Parable of the Sower, one can see how essential a solid foundation is for all people at all stages of life. Hebron Christian College provides a solid foundation in the Word, which I believe is far more important than offering a large variety of subjects because eternity is longer than one's schooling. Hebron provides all the subjects that are necessary to get into a good University.
My years as a student at Hebron were very enjoyable. The memories that stand out for me the most include: school camps, guest speakers, the overseas mission, school balls, being part of our school band, playing netball, going out to a German cafe with Mrs. Greybe and our German class and ordering food in Deutsch, the Power Com Christian Schools Performing Arts Competition and after school movie sessions. I will never forget, at my last school camp, being part of a kayaking group with Mr. Breetvelt. Mr. Matthews came out to join us and we devised a plan to flip his kayak. With very little warning, he was indeed overthrown, to our delight. However, Mr. Matthews, being particularly skilled at sailing, took his revenge later on in the afternoon when we were out in catamarans. We were sitting ducks when Mr. Matthews made war with us on the water, using his bailer, full of liquid ammunition. I assure you, we would have asked a lot more useful questions about moving the catamarans about if we had been aware of our plight earlier. I have always appreciated how Mr. Matthews and Mr. Breetvelt spend time getting to know their students.
Jasmine Taylor, Nadzha Dias, Rachel Foster, Junia Tan, Kathlene Soo, Julie Marshall, Anna Lolohea and Sarah Hartley As a new teacher, in the last two years, teaching Secondary School English at Hebron Christian College was fantastic! I was incredibly fortunate to have Bruce Breetvelt and Lovell Greybe mentor me. I already knew that Lovell was an exceptional English teacher, as she had taught me from Year 8 to Year 12, and I was privileged to be part of her team. She was helpful, supportive and had excellent systems in place. Bruce Breetvelt is, unreservedly, the best Deputy Principal ever. Through his encouragement and support in projects, I felt empowered as a teacher. He is also a very good mediator and has an uncanny knack of making both parties win. I really enjoyed being part of the staff at Hebron Christian College under the competent leadership of Geoff Matthews.
One of the most noticeable things to the outside eye, about Hebron, was how friendly the students were. When walking down the corridors you would find students smiling and greeting you. The students were energetic, happy, positive and motivated. I enjoyed my time teaching at Hebron because the students were a pleasure to work with. If I was carrying a large pile of books, students would ask if I needed help. I was dreadful at keeping my classroom plant alive so I asked if someone would help me. I had so many volunteers! Zoe Chen did an excellent job of keeping our Peace Lily alive! If a student was not feeling well, the others would try to cheer them up. It made me so happy to see how the students loved, supported and looked out for each other. It was inspiring to see students following Jesus' commands: loving God and loving each other.
To conclude, I have a lot to be thankful for; my time at Hebron Christian College was and is a blessing. As both a staff member and a student, I have clearly seen the benefits of Christian Education in my life and in others' lives. My friends and I have strong relationships with God because we were supported in our faith at home and at school, and we were encouraged to take ownership of our commitment to God. Having Christian friends to be held accountable to has been and is still an important part of my spiritual growth. The friends I entrust my struggles to are friends that I made at Hebron. Together we encourage each other in our spiritual lives. We also owe our academic success to the hard work put in by our teachers. They cared about us as individuals and wanted us to succeed. I was doubly blessed as my teachers supported me, both as a student and as a colleague and helped me to become an effective teacher. As a teacher, seeing students grow in their faith and learn to become moral and principled young adults is inspiring. I now understand that helping them to succeed academically is enjoyable because I know that God is going to use their talents and that everything they learn is helping to further God's Kingdom. Some schools offer large facilities and a large variety of subjects. Hebron offers a close, supportive, family community and biblically based education.
Hebron Christian College is God's school. How do I know? Jesus said, "A new commandment I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." John 13:34&35. Hebron Christian College students, staff and families love God and one another. I commend Hebron Christian College to you.
The Silver Jubilee celebrations held on Saturday 27th March 2004 went off very smoothly and overall, the day was very successful. I received many positive and congratulatory comments from past pupils and staff, current families and pupils. Highlights for many were:
I received a card from Mr Bob Eastland, a past Principal who attended the day's activities and he said, Thank you for the opportunity to attend the Silver Jubilee of Hebron Christian College. We were delighted to see the school in such good heart - the awesome photo display, excellent student items and the tour of the school were most enjoyable. We were amazed at the historical video - a fantastic historical, pictorial view of many years! Well done!! We also loved the laughter, music, and many stories at the dinner (which was delicious, compliments to the caterers!!) Please convey our sincere appreciation to the Jubilee Committee and their many helpers. May you have a well earned rest - you deserved it!!
Another past student wrote, Thanks for organising such a good day on Saturday! We all had such a great time and it was so good to catch up with the guys who I haven't seen for some 20 years now. As a result, we are all planning to go out for a meal together in a couple of weeks, and after working hard to get hold of those who didn't make it for some silly reason. Please accept my apologies for not hanging around for the formal part in the afternoon; we just wanted to talk....20 years is a lot of stuff to catch up on!
I have thanked many people already on the day and through this newsletter, but would re-iterate my thanks to the many people who gave up a great deal of time and effort to make the day so worthwhile and enjoyable.
An 80-page Silver Jubilee Commemorative Booklet has been especially produced for the Silver Jubilee and is now on sale for $10 + pp($1). The booklet is full of information including:
Copies can be ordered from the school office or emailing email@example.com
Hebron started putting netball teams into Saturday morning competitions around 1990.We didn't often win but we had fun. We started off playing at Mt Roskill Intermediate school on Saturday mornings. We played there for a year. The next year we went to Avondale courts but didn't stay there long, maybe half a season and then went to the Te Pai Courts in Henderson. Mrs Harford was our coach to start with.
With the team in the photo, Angela (AJ) and Heather were our shooters, wings were Amanda and Ruth, Ruth sometimes swapped with Rebecca our centre when she got tired and Claudia and I (Sharon) were the defence. We had some interesting experiences, especially Claudia. One time she had this huge Polynesian girl to defend and she (Claudia) would just get bunted out of the way. The good thing was we never gave up and just enjoyed getting out there and having fun. The photo shows us chanting, Who do we serve? Jesus!
Things have really changed since I was there some 19 years ago! Good to see the big house is still there. We used to have Tech Drawing with Taylor-boy (whoops - Mr Taylor), and I'm sure that on many occasions he was about to throw the chalk and the duster at us. We used to wind him up something chronic. Back then the big house was a Bible College. I was at the school when it got it's first computer, a Sinclair ZX81. The only thing it could do was allow you to programme in a simple clock face where the minute hand was supposed to be pretty accurate, only it wasn't, it used to lose about two seconds per minute. Ahh how times have changed.
I used to play the piano at the Form 3-5 assemblies three times per week. Used to be fun, but at times quite torturous as we used to sing the same old songs over and over. Poor old Miss Thompson only knew about three chords on her guitar just to add to the fun!
Some of the teachers I remember are Miss Bennett (Principal), Mr Granville (Science/Biology); he was also the youth group leader at Takapuna AOG. I think he left and went to Canada. Mrs Annabelle (Home Econ), Gina Stradwick (her husband was one of the worship leaders at Queen St AOG during it's hey day in the Auckland Town Hall), and Miss Thompson, who taught everything they threw at her. Andrea Davidson; we had her for Music in my Form 3 class, although I think she mainly taught Form 2. Then there was Hamish Grant, who also took us for Music and kept kicking me out of class (I used to get incredibly bored during Music class at school). Fergus Gribble was one of our Maths teachers. He only had two ties and used to alternate them daily. Our fifth form class used to wind him up also. And not forgetting Mr Taylor who taught us Woodwork and Tech Drawing. The woodwork room used to be opposite the changing rooms and the windows facing the changing rooms were very high up, but we were still able to hit them with our pea shooters. The little bits of paper were still stuck there a couple of years later.
I have some very fond memories of school which you have just discovered! Perhaps the greatest memory and the most life-changing one was going to a Bible College prayer meeting in the big house one lunchtime and one of the students prophesied over me that I would go to Bible College in Australia, and whilst there I would marry a Queenslander. What a thing to come out with for a 15 year old boy trying to work out who he is! Still the prophecy was bang on and I did go to Australia nine years later to what it is now the Hillsongs College where I majored in music/creative ministries and I did marry a Queenslander!!!!
by Sharon Seales (nee Dye)
In Nov 1992, the high school students went on an overnight tramp through the Waitakere Ranges. We were dropped off by Piha (I think) and then had to walk most of a day, well it felt like it, to the site. We pitched our tents, cooked our dinner on open fires and were eaten alive by sandflies and mosquitoes. We eventually tramped down to the seashore and it seemed to go on for miles but it was quite relaxing if you forgot about the pack on your back. It also helped getting into conversation with someone or talking to God. The photo is of Angela Harding and me (Sharon Dye) having a water fight in the river next to our campsite. It was quite cold but fun.
We walked out the other way to Whatipu through the bush. I remember it being quite muddy and somebody swinging around a small branch to try and avoid the mud and them falling in.
by Sharon Seales (nee Dye)
In 1992, Mr Beauchamp organised a "Gauntlet Camp" to Great Barrier Island. The idea of the camp was to hardened up the soft-bellied Hebron high school kids by dropping them off on a deserted island with few supplies and NO home comforts. It was the original "Survivor" idea, 12 years before its time! We were all a bit nervous of what was to come as Mrs Harford and Mr Beauchamp had given us such strict instructions on what we were and weren't allowed to bring.
An event on the way over beside seeing dolphins swimming beside our boats was poor old Shannon McCrackan got sea sick and vomitted over the side but got some left on his swandri and so you could still smell it on him.
When we got to the first port we were divided into 2 teams and one team got off the other had to go by ferry to their camp spot. I was in the first team and so we got off and tramped quite a way to our site. On the way I was stung on the ankle by a bee which had gone up my trouser. As I sat down to look at it, Jason van Garderen went screaming and yelling past us and jumped off the path and down the small bank. We all thought he was just being silly -as usual- but it turned out that he had a small swarm chasing after him. He received quite a few stings from the bees. An adventurous way to start the trip, as we hadn't even got the campsite yet!
At the campsite we were told to put our packs down then come and get a piece of rope and a tarpaulin and then go and make our tent for sleeping in. We were stunned as we had very little idea of what to do. In the picture the girls' tent was the dark green one in the background and the boys' was the blue one on the right. The girls was definitely better, even the teachers said so. I think the boys got wet.
We stayed there 2 nights, with the next day going on a tramp around that area and up some high point. I remember that all we were allowed was a tin of sardines and dry cabin bread. We may have had peanut butter and marmite too. All very dry food on a very hot day, I remember my mouth sticking as I ate.
The following day was packed up our things but left the tents and had a non eventful walked back to the wharf for the ferry to pick us up. We were driven around to where the second group were waiting. They serenaded us in 'There's a river of life' haka version. Mr Matthews had taught them it and they sang it very heartily.
At our new campsite we found that they had just one big tarpaulin with a sheet hanging down in the middle to separate the boys and the girls. This meant that you could hear the snorers, whispering and giggles. This site was by a river and quite picturesque.
One of the nights we had a cool sharing time where we went around each person and said what we could see in their lives, it was recorded and I've still got mine. We also got to pray over people and it was the first time I got pictures and words for people. I was really excited. We also did one other day trip where we went and helped DoC clear a track. Again it was a hot tiring day, but some great views.
Cooking was interesting as we had been given rations of what we were allowed for the whole time. We were divided into small groups within our team. In my team was Rebecca Klose, Claudia Peetz amd Michael Trebilco plus me. For one of the dinners we were given a live chicken and told we had to kill it, pluck it, gut it and then cook it as best we could on a fire (see photo). Well Ruth Hunt tried to chop her group's chicken's head off but only chopped half and then let it go in fright. This squawking chicken flapped around until someone caught it and broke it's neck. Claudia - being a huge animal lover - couldn't cope with this and refused to have anything to do with it. Rebecca and Michael ended up plucking and gutting most of the chicken. I'm glad the SPCA didn't have an office on the Barrier that year...Hebron would have ended up in the courts! We were all amazed to see such beautiful blue hearts, it was really bizzare. It didn't taste too bad although the rice wasn't cooked properly and was still crunchie. We also had a go at making dampers with good success.
We were picked up the following day and then told that the weather was too bad and we couldn't go back across by ferry it was too dangerous. So we went and stayed at Orama Christian Camp. We had lovely weather all day although I had taken a sea sick tablet and so was quite sleepy all day. We slept in bunks that night and it was nice to have a proper toilet and not be looking around for spiders.
The trip back was uneventful except that it was so very different from the trip over there because we were all so much closer and had lots to tell the other groups. It was a great camp. Our parents were pleased to see us as they had been a little worried since we were delayed by the weather, but we assured them we were fine except very tired.
I started at Hebron not in the Junior school, but second year Intermediate, and I was a tall, shy student with braces. What I noticed first off was the feeling of shared heritage and bonding (good & bad) most of the class had, and I wanted it too. By the time I left Hebron, a taller, broader, and slightly more confident teenager, I really did feel like part of the school. I was also now ready to face the challenges of a bigger world. That's the beauty of a smaller school; it's like a family - you have your good days and your grumpy days - but ultimately they're a solid base that you can launch forth from and retreat to. And there's a time together that we all share. Also, different situations bring out people's different strengths, and sometimes it takes more than one year together to realize this! One of my classmates had rather a strong and active mouth which we avoided getting on the bad side of, and it wasn't till we were a bit older and did debating, that I realized the advantages of that gifting. I was very grateful to have him on my team and began to admire his strength afterwards, especially as he started using his tongue for the underdogs in our class, not just to lash out or to ridicule.
Growing up, and godly principles, should definitely go together. And I have remembered and appreciated our school motto so many times over the years, although it felt a bit ho-hum at the time: "To know Him, to love Him, to serve Him". Knowing who God is and what He's like, and learning to communicate with Him and learning to love Him and others, is what childhood is all about! And again some get it quicker than others. My first best friend and I were only at Hebron together for one year, but her loving, kind and casual attitude made it feel like much longer. But it was also the year God dealt with my jealousy problem. You see sometimes nice people can get annoying Â¡V I should know, I became one - and it gets pretty lonely sometimes I can tell you! Even though I couldn't relate many, if any, devotions lessons, I think it's a bit like pouring water into a jar; eventually it's going to fill up and start spilling over and watering others, and any scum that's in there will rise to the surface and, hopefully, get cleaned out. Anyway this one eventful day I remember walking back to the classroom, seething, because my friend had come first in something again. She was, it seemed, endlessly talented, popular and nice - why couldn't I be like that, or better than her at something, anything - she was such a saint and I wasn't! It just wasn't fair. Suddenly, it was like God literally turned the spotlight on me, and over my head was the word "Jealous" in big, ugly, green letters and He literally said, "Are you going to give this (attitude) up to me?" I was angry and half wanted to hide and keep pretending it was all her fault, but like Paul in the Bible found out, it's a bit useless to dodge God's truth when He turns up and turns his light on you. So, faced with the truth, I gave up what I'd been holding onto, a bit reluctantly but with relief too. Sometimes it's a relief being found out! Anyway it was like the sunshine just being turned on, literally, in my heart - zing! I love that path at school, it's where God spoke. I can still see the blue of the sky and the palm tree, and the tall, red brick building, and the gate to the swimming pool, and feeling utter joy!
Of course I have also walked that path many other times - utterly nervous, stomach churning, knowing class speeches were that day - or joyfully knowing it was the end of the week, assembly was over and free time was near. Or perhaps coming exhaustedly up from PE on the netball court, or a cross country training run, dreamily thinking of Rome, or the Athenians, or God working in strange countries all over the globe, and wondering what my life will hold. Sometimes angrily, having witnessed some mean or teasing remarks; sometimes thoughtfully, or probably most often - worriedly - trying to figure out how much time the homework assignment would take that was given two weeks ago, but I had left till now, and that was due in tomorrow. (Some things never change - I ended up doing the same thing at university too - sorry Mum!) Anyway that path just shows what I think Hebron's all about - God in everyday situations - like school.
But what of my other memories? There are so many, where to start? I loved plays and drama and would like to say a true thank you to everyone concerned, especially my beloved English teachers Miss Anderson and Mr. Paterson. Also to our social studies teachers Mr. Stafford & Mrs. Grant, who gave us a chance to "have a go". I know now, as a teacher, plays are either unstructured, nightmarish, chaotic moments, or times of fun when people can see the world and relate to each other through a different light. I have played the roles of : Lady MacBeth, a Spartan, the prostitute woman at the well, a construction site supervisor in the time of King Josiah, various narrators, and muddly Roger. The last mentioned was with a broken arm from missing the high jump mat - oops - and making the whole assembly crack up when my fake moustache fell off mid sentence! Sometimes being laughed at is actually quite fun. I also was so proud of seeing some of, "my girls" grow up and go on the stage too.
Being chosen to lead a cell group was such a privilege which let me get to know some of the younger girls a bit better. A great memory is our team winning the Esther quiz competition. This also stretched and strengthened my own belief in God and made me appreciate all the input we'd had over the years. All those memory verses ( if we had taken the trouble to learn them), the life stories, praying, etc - what a legacy, and a good start to life! I will always remember Miss Anderson reading/saying, with great emphasis and flair, Psalm 139; and I think I may always associate the smell of coffee with her high heels energetically coming down the corridor. And her wonderful laugh.
I remember cross- countries and the lung bursting agony of the run, plus the hill climb past sheep poo, and the grass and the freedom of running so far from school. The excitement of cheering your friends and/or colour team mates (especially for classes in other years when you didnt know many people). For some reason I always ended up in Yellow House and some years we'd do well and some not. I've ceased to care now; just do your best and have fun as a team, say I! Thank-you to all those athletes among you; it made us appreciate you and not envy you! Walking up Allendale road and the tree lined one to the top field, is still such a thrill I sometimes deliberately drive that way now, especially with those spring blossoms strewn across the road; the happiness of chatting with friends and teachers, the freedom and exhilaration of movement, and seeing somewhere different. I always used to wonder who could live in such grand houses, and who planted such gorgeous trees? I admit to being a little freaked out by tales of the magpies or whatever those horrid black and white birds were up there. And was always intrigued by the archery field and what it might be like to shoot there - Robin Hood hero worship style, or modern style. I loved getting to the trig and seeing all the houses below. I loved our own school "Big House"; seeing it was like coming home - familiar, homely, grand, old, nice. I was glad when they painted it. Even though we hardly ever got to go inside - I think we had a cake icing class there once - it was still so much part of the landscape of Hebron. Story inspiration, imagination, mathematics measuring, art and tech drawing fodder, just home. I guess it was especially like that to those of us who had teacher-parents and/or stayed late every day.
I remember the blue of the swimming pool despite its crack and the happiness of being in the water. I remember the first time I heard of a thing called a "bra" whispered and giggled about in the very cramped end girls' toilets. And about being hesitant to come out least we get squirted or water bombed from the area of the drinking fountain near the end. I remember the proud day we all got to dress up like ladies and gentlemen and accompany Mrs Dorman to a real restaurant! What nerves choosing my clothes that day. Much is to be said about having to wear a uniform for it sure beats having to sweat over which clothes to wear, or if you look too poor, or not "with it". But now I'm so happy to be an adult and wear what style I like, just cause it's me.
I remember the boys playing cricket or rugby on the lower field and being amazed that no one ever split their heads open on the rocks going up to the hall. I remember eating walnuts that had fallen from that tree (after school time of course!), playing handball, and hearing the band practising. I remember the hushed, yet homely, sanctuary of the library and the excitement of choosing a new book. I remember the feeling of responsibility at being one of Mrs Dorman's librarians and of power, yet nerves, at being able to chase noisy or naughty boys out of there. The fun of setting up displays, the tedium of shelving, punctuated by the pleasure at finding another interesting title, while doing such. The excitement of soon graduating to being able to read the books with yellow stickers on the labels. Mrs Dorman's smile. I remember the first time that it dawned on me that the universe is truly big, sitting in a biology lesson, and how insignificant we would be without God. I also remember fun times with Mr. Norsworthy and his awesome model of the tabernacle.
I remember noisy prize-giving practices, and happy, but tired, farewells after the real event. The nerves of exams, and the flat kind of feeling after. The excitement of a new year about to start, and the sadness at the end of another year, knowing that the next would never quite be the same. The happiness of seeing friends again after the holidays, and missing those who had moved on, and curious about those who had come to join in. And the very weird feeling of being too old to belong here - as a student anyway!
Well my teachers are now my friends and colleagues, although Mr Richardson will probably always be called "Sir", and it certainly feels very strange to be using first names with some other teachers too. Thank you for bearing with us - angst, pranks, rudeness and all Â¡V for amidst the tiredness, there were moments of joy I'm sure. (I'm finding this now being a parent.) Thank you for always wanting our best even when we seemed not to care. Thank you (and our parents) for giving us the best start in life you (and God) could. I really appreciate it.
My name is Susan Crawford (McElroy) and I was 7 years old and was joined by my twin sister Melissa and younger sister Felicity at Hebron. We had the privilege of being a part of Hebron in the early years when the school first began in City Road. The building was used for both the church and the school.
I have vivid memories of my schooling there - we seemed to do so many things differently to the 'regular' school we had previously been attending. Being in the central city meant we had little grass to play on - but we were instead able to roller skate on the asphalt grounds, play marbles and walk up to K-Rd to buy our lunch and browse in Martins toyshop! I recall milk biscuits were all the rage - and Abba cards you collected from bubble gum packets. These were like currency to us pupils and were traded and displayed on our desk 'wing' dividers.
Outings to Boystown on Nelson Street to do Physical Ed and swimming were always exciting, and trips to Myers park were always looked forward to. An old tree (that is still there) was able to be climbed by the bigger (older)students - but I do recall a boy (who had an identical twin) falling and breaking his leg. I think we were all banned from climbing it after that! We were all a bit wary of the area below the tree. We could see an old lady who used to watch us. Word in the playground had her as a witch who gazed into a crystal ball. This frightened us and kept us up on the paths surrounding the school buildings instead of getting up to mischief down below the tree!
Our classrooms contained several different 'years'..so we were all at different levels, working our way through lessons using the Christian American ACE 'Pac' system of books that you did your lessons in. We sat at desks that ran around the edges of the room facing walls with a pinboard in front of us, with wings either side to create a barrier between you and your neighboring student. This meant you were in a quiet space to concentrate on your work. If we were very good we were allowed to remove a wing and sit with our best friend. Usually wings were up...and notes were passed furtively under all day long when the teacher wasn't looking! If we wanted to attract the teachers attention we had to place a flag above our desk and wait for them to come over. (This meant you didn't waste time with your hand up waiting...) A new Zealand flag meant you wanted the head teacher and a white flag meant you wanted the monitor. Pages in 'pacs' that were completed were required to be signed by the teacher. I got a little impatient one day when the monitor was a little slow to come around. I forged her signature..was promptly caught and Mr Leg called me into the library to tell me off (a small room with glass windows within the classroom - otherwise know as the strapping room!). I cried and got let off the strap- Phew!...the boys didn't get such a leniency (repeat offenders!). We had one memorable day when a student bought to school in his schoolbag an old WW2 bomb he found washed up on a beach. He was dropping it from a great height (a tall flight of stairs on the outside of the building) when the bomb started to smoke. Teachers got wind of this and the bomb squad was immediately called and all the pupils and teachers were evacuated over to the vacant site where the Sheraton Hotel now stands. I wouldn't have liked to be in that boys shoes! Mr Claude was the principal at the time. He seemed a formidable presence to a small girl. I recall a passionate speaker with a booming voice and dark 'flashing eyes'. Learning a new scripture was a task that we had to do every week. It seemed very difficult at times. If you were very lucky you got to be the person to go around testing other students..and ticking off their names in the roll. I would like to say that we learnt our scriptures all the time..but it wasn't always easy...and the roll taker was sometimes corruptible if the pay off was good enough! I so wanted to be that person - everyone was your friend that day! Most of the time we learned them very dutifully and I can still run off all the books in the Bible to a song. Learning was such a joy there - and we had so much fun together.
We were excited but sad to move to the old Karitane Hospital in Mt Albert. School was so unique at City Road and things were going to be more 'normal' in a school where we had grass to play on and classrooms with regular desks, and uniforms! We were used to things being small and intimate ..and things were set to get much bigger.
I toured the hospital before it was converted into classrooms. There were still cots and prams with old fashioned dolls sitting in them. It was quite eerie...and then quite transformed once we all moved in! We had a lot of fun being driven to school in the old 'school bus' Bedford vans. It was a really fun start to the day:) It was a big deal when the bus got it's first 'proper' bus, though I really missed our personal little buses and tight group of fellow commuters.
In time we all settled in and the school grew and grew. We still had unique activities that set us apart...stilts that could be used during lunch hour and rhythmic gymnastic classes to name a couple. The classroom had a point system - merits and demerits which tracked your behaviour week by week. I could never understand why I always had so many demerit points..or how I had accrued them. Ok, so my desk was often messy, I liked to talk a lot and pass notes to my friends...but all in all I was a very good student. Miss Davidson was my teacher...maybe she could explain! I left to go to another secondary school when I was thirteen. The school was only beginning to gear up for secondary students at that stage. I was sad to leave my friends but had very happy memories. The school provided us with a godly, safe, nurturing environment. A wonderful foundation for which to grow from.
I want to make a special mention of my favourite teacher Francine Bennett. (I was 12 years old) She played a big part in encouraging my growth, taught me to write beautifully, and really nurtured my confidence and steered me into areas I could shine in. I hope I get to meet her again one day to thank her in person.
Well, when I initially thought about writing some memoirs of my time at Hebron, a flood of faces surged to mind. Old friends swirled by like a movie flashback â€“ classmates in classrooms and out in the fields. Then it hit me! It is the people who make moments memorable. I had hoped to write with some wit, but alas, with feeble pen I note the times that make me smile - particularly at myself....
Fittin' in the Ritz
When I was at school I never really thought I tried to be cool, or fit in. However, upon reflection, I must admit, I think, I did. There were those in every class who just emanated cool and then there were us others, who, didn't.
In my mind's eye school was always a challenge - trying to exceed peers' standards, all the while hoping to meet parent and teacher expectations.
From the first Principal interview, I was unsure if I was going to be accepted to this hallowed learning institute. My sister had preceded me (many, many years before â€“ ok about six). I knew she excelled in all she did. Me? I was literally, the new kid on the block; out of uniform; a girl; who didn't seem to act how other girls did - I loved sport (and only the boys seemed to do that at Hebron - well some of them anyway). So four square it was, even if they were older and much, much taller!
There was the lunchtime cricket - the aspirant participant hoped:
Just as well tastes changed and the students started playing touch rugby! I soon learnt that it was better to let the boys play that one by themselves and it soon turned into tackle.
Then finally - hope springs eternal - a group girl sport - Netball!! Much more becoming young ladies J Ahhh, then there were the PE runs - up and down Mount Albert and the jump rope - what fun we spun.
The Antics - I mean Academics
There was the time I had glue put on my chair and blurted the fact out-right once I sat down â€“ got someone in trouble! (Sorry about that mate!) Wouldn't it have been a hoot if I had gotten stuck! I spose it was just as well it wasn't superglue - I wouldn't have been able to explain that one to mum (or the Principal). Everyone else would've had a great laugh though.
What about the time a couple of us nearly had our eyebrows blasted off by the mad-scientist-bunsen-burner-paeromaniac-extraordinaire who nonchalantly stood by the window and called us passers-by to the science room door one lunch. What happened? We nearly got eyebrows blasted off by the mad-scientist-bunsen-burner-paeromaniac-harmonica-playing-rosco-pico-extraordinaire!!
Or what about the time it hailed while we were in assembly? I remember it was so cold the ice lay like snow on the ground, well for a while anyway, before the boys decided it would be better down peoples' backs!\
Ok, there was also the band, the literature and the plays that moved some of us to tears and others out into the corridor and even more of us roving over hill and dale â€“ well ok stairs and sand at Pt Chev and Muriwai. The adventure!
I must say that, I particularly enjoyed the skills class â€“ that ranged from changing oil and lubing a car, to, technical drawing (well the attempts at it anyway by some of us). Mr March - the art - how could we forget!
The wisdom imparted by all - for a lifetime - and yes, ok sometimes enforced (like reading :- which was never my strong suit). But, in such an environment how could you not grow to love learning - of Him who created you and to whom you belong and for the reason of being - sure, learning because of some requirements, but, also because of some purpose and some teachers (thank you Mrs Dye and Mrs Dorman to name particularly two) - I will never forget. Memories. Fleeting moments of history. A time not widely publicised, not heralded as famous - but always remembered.
Thank you to our teachers (who were also our friends), not simply for teaching us but giving us the ability to learn, to love, to serve.To the people we aspired to emulate
If only when growing up these things I could have fathomed deeper or even begun to comprehend. I do not think, that during the time of schooling years I realised the potential influence each of us had (and has) on others. The testimony we leave with our conduct or misconduct, by our action or inaction, by what we say or what we!
I would also like to note: we remember the times with those and for those who have gone before us to glory - Tim we will never forget you - and others also who have been our examples - till we meet again.
by Mr Edward Hutchison, past staff member
Hebron is a very special place and in a very privileged position. I pray that God's Will shall always be uppermost in the minds of everyone involved, from the oldest to the youngest, from the longest serving to the newest arrival. God has blessed Hebron abundantly over the years. I am constantly reminded that the blessings we receive are only a tiny fraction of the blessings He wants to pour out on us. As we are obedient to His Will, walk closer with Him and share His Love with all others, we open ourselves to being able to recieve His blessings in even greater abundance. Often, we are amazed at His blessings....but these are but a tiny drop compared to the oceans-ful He desires to lavish on us. My prayer is that Hebron will experience His blessings in a way never experienced before and that nothing will cut the blessing short.