BY DENIS MURRELL
I WAS SENT to teach
at Bugandi High School in January 1968 and saw it for the first time from the
back seat of the Principal’s Mercedes-Benz.
It was a neat set of single and double-storey buildings
situated in lush green, well-tended parkland and sports ovals bordered with red
canna lilies, crotons and painted white stones.
There were three new arrivals on that day, John Budby,
John Jensen and me, and we joined a number of other new staff-members that
year. Initially, all the staff were male but that was to change during the year
when three female staff members were appointed and later, there were more.
Bugandi was built on the site of a former swamp, a place
where people said it would be impossible to build anything. In 1959, ten acres
were cleared of rainforest and two classrooms, a dormitory, two houses and a
mess were built. Amazingly, classes began soon after in January, 1960.
The school was called Bugandi Upper Primary School and
there were 78 students in Standards 7, 8 and 9 and three teachers, two from
overseas and one Papua New Guinean. By 1962, the name had been changed to
Bugandi Junior High School and Jack Amesbury was appointed as Principal.
He worked successive groups of students hard over the
years, to reclaim land from the water, fell trees, clear undergrowth, build
roads, plant lawns and gardens, and construct playing fields and livestock
pastures. I could see the results of this hard work as I travelled down the
drive in his Mercedes.
When I arrived, Jack was trying to develop another oval to
accommodate all the rugby league teams, but the trees were full of shrapnel.
The area closer to the Markham River had been a battleground between Australian
and Japanese troops in World War II and students often found bits and pieces of
Japanese war materiel and occasionally unexploded bombs.
Jack Amesbury - a stocky, sandy-haired man with a
demanding expression and occasional wry smile - was a former Royal Australian
Navy man who had been present on an Australian vessel at Wewak for the Japanese
surrender.
Her ran the school like a naval vessel, always referred to
his students as ‘men’. His first words at every Assembly were, ‘Right Men! On
deck!’
The students were up at dawn to shower. They ate a
breakfast of wheatmeal cakes, jam and hot tea and listened to the morning news
on 9LA as they prepared for lessons. Some boys were rostered each day to keep
the area around their dormitories clean.
They wore government-issued white cotton drill shirts and
navy or khaki shorts. Assembly was at seven sharp and no-one was ever late.
After assembly, English master, Charles Cazabon, and his
staff would take all Form 1 for 20 minutes of English language drills, while
the other students went straight to class. Students were punished for speaking
their own village languages [tokples]
and Tok Pisin. They were required to
speak English at all times and were reported to the Principal by the prefects
if they did not.
During lessons, Jack Amesbury would often suddenly appear
at a classroom window and take all the boys and the teacher, out to work on the
school farm - to harvest peanuts, soybeans or pineapples, to carry rocks, to
get wandering pigs back into their pen, to collect eggs, or perhaps push the
tractor out of some mud.
Teachers didn’t always manage to complete what they had
planned to teach and what they thought was going to be a relatively easy day in
the classroom would turn out to be hot and tiring, but no-one complained.
Classrooms had usually 25 double-desks accommodating up to
50 students per class. Sometimes there was a cupboard and for the teacher, and
a table - but no chair. Jack Amesbury didn’t like his teachers to sit down
during lessons.
Some teachers would sit on a desk but would always keep a
wary eye out for the Principal. If you were caught sitting during a lesson, you
could expect to be scolded in a way that only Jack could manage, and in front
of your students too.
Lessons finished at 1pm followed by lunch, usually
consisting of kaukau, other vegetables and soup. Boys rostered to mess duty
helped the cooks serve and clean up. The school was divided into to four houses
and one house had to do work parade one day a week until about 4.30.
Some boys worked on the farm or caring for the flower
gardens, some cut grass with their serifs, while others cleaned the ablution
blocks. There were special projects like the new swimming pool, fish ponds,
chapel/assembly hall and the tractor shed. Others ran the school tuckshop
operated by the Bantin Cooperative Society, whose president was Utula Samana.
Selected boys helped Charles Cazabon in the library and others helped me to
print tee-shirts in the art room.
After work parade, the students could relax until dinner and
perhaps do their laundry. Dinner consisted of rice, instead of kaukau, and some
green vegetables like aibika or spinach with some bully-beef or tinned
mackerel.
Immediately after that, from 7 until 9, boys went for
night study in their classrooms, supervised by duty teachers. No-one could be
late or absent without a good reason and the duty teacher would count the
students present in each room. Following that, students were then free for an
hour but had to be in bed by 10pm lights-out.
They could go into Lae with permission on Saturdays and
Sundays but had to be back in their dormitories by midnight on Saturdays and
10pm on Sundays and the duty teacher and prefects would be waiting to catch
those who might be late. There was usually a small group of boys up for
punishment on Monday mornings.
During that first year and the three further years I
taught at the school, I cannot remember any boy not working hard to prepare for
his future. In the late sixties, it was not easy for a boy to go to high school
and those who were selected used their chance wisely.
They knew that any boy who didn’t follow the Bugandi way
of doing things could be dismissed and sent back to his village. Under Jack
Amesbury’s guidance, Bugandi became a great and famous school, producing many
students who went on to become academic, political and business leaders in PNG.
Photos: Denis Murrell and class; Bugandi High School from the air [Denis Murrell]