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G'day,
Thankyou, LM_NETTERS, for all your greetings and emails of encouragement. It
was great to share my experiences with you. At MLC School we love visitors -
should you ever get a chance to visit Sydney you'd be warmly welcomed at our
library (not all of you at once please). I've been in public and school
libraries for over 30 years so know a few people - if you have any queries
about Australian libraries and culture please email me directly and I'll try
to help you.
I got home from my last Olympic commitment at 1.15 am Monday morning - phew!
Saturday evening - the last big track and field session - was very
exciting - nine athletics finals punctuated by medal presentations with new
and old anthems. We were seated in the northern stand about ten rows below
the Olympic cauldron. Whenever the crowd went quiet (not very often) the
phoosh of the cauldron reminded us where we were. The sight of the Olympic
flame helped warm us as the evening was cold and blustery.
Sunday was a very long day. A t 9:00 am I met my MLC girls at our transport
hub from which we were bussed to the Olympic site. It was a sunny day with
big winds. On arrival we were allocated our space for the day at SIAC
(Sydney International Athletics Centre - used during the games as a warm-up
field for track and field) - a sloped section of damp grass - this was to
be my home till 11:30 pm. It had no shade, shelter or comfortable seating.
On arrival we collected our lunch - sandwiches, fruit, cake, meusli bar and
drink.
The girls were called for dress rehearsal about 11:30 - I was supposed to
sit with the bags for the afternoon. No way!! I had proper accreditation, a
lot of front and the encouragement of my girls who said "Just get in the
middle of us and come into the stadium". So I did. I planted myself in a
front row seat to witness the afternoon's proceedings. There were policemen
and security people all around but no-one challenged me.
Two teachers had girls absent from their groups so they got the girls
costumes, put them on and took the place of the kids in the show. They just
made sure that they kept their hats down over their eyes and didn't go near
the production staff!!
The dress rehearsal was an absolute schmozzle. As the centre stage was
still under construction (and still was when we left at 4:00pm) no
rehearsals could take place on the stage. Many of the performers were lined
up under the stadiun waiting to rehearse but didn't get a chance because of
technical difficulties and the march of time. Other performers came on and
had to practise on the grass. Some artists only had the opportunity for a
sound check. Some of the large inflatible figures deflated in the middle of
their item. David Atkins, the director, appeared to remain cool during the
proceedings - I would have been tearing my hair out. As we walked back to
SIAC the girls and I wondered how the show would ever come together at
night.
Faced with a cold night on the damp grass I decided to follow the girls into
the stadium for the Opening Ceremony. Level 0, under the Olympic Stadium
(from where the athletes enter) is like a mini-city. There is a road under
the track, parking for ambulances and service vehicles, storage rooms,
offices, kitchens, toilets and goods lifts. My girls were performing in the
stands and had said there'd surely be empty seats in their section - but I
had to find the girls. I have no sense of direction - so I spent a fruitless
hour wandering around under the stadium trying to find the correct entrance-
my accreditation got me to all areas - I stood at the tunnel and watched the
marathon runners enter the stadium, I rubbed shoulders with the VIPs in
their entry foyer, I got into the press area. I asked numerous staff for
directions to the entry I wanted but due to a combination of their scanty
knowledge of stadium layout and my lack of spatial skills I had to give up
and go back to my wet grass. I procured an unattended chair and space
blanket and tried to keep warm while listening to the Ceremony and reading
my book.
It was still awesome being on the periphery - I saw and felt the fighter
plane fly over as the flame was extinguished, I heard Juan Antonio lead the
crowd in Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi, I could see the crowd in the stands
waving their torches along with the music and I was only a fence away from
the fireworks launch site. I took heaps of close-up photos of shivering
performers as they lined up to exit SIAC and make their way to the stadium.
The MLC girls were exhultant when they returned to me - they'd been on the
field mixing with the athletes, getting autographs, swapping pins and
falling in love (so easy at 16) .... they couldn't believe that such a
disastrous dress rehearsal could turn in to such a perfect performance.
There was a transport lockdown which meant we had to hang around until the
Olympic family had left the precinct. This gave time for the girl who
wanted to marry the Mexican hunk to cool down before I delivered her back to
her parents at the transport hub. With my charges back in parental care I
headed for home. When I woke on Monday I wondered if the last two weeks had
been a dream or if I'd really been to the Olympics.
It was an affair to remember.
Over and out,
Jill Ball
Teacher/Librarian (K-12)
MLC School Burwood NSW 2134
Australia - just a stone's throw from Olympic Park
'phone 612 9747 1266 Fax 612 9745 3254
jball@mlcsyd.nsw.edu.au
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