Killarney Heights High School is a coeducational, comprehensive high school located on Starkey Street, Killarney Heights near the Northern Beaches of Sydney. The school is situated in a quiet bushland setting within 20 minutes drive of the Sydney central business district.
The school has a strong tradition of high academic achievement, catering for individual student needs and providing a broad co-curricular program.
The motto is thought to have come from an abbreviated quote from the writings of a late Old English abbott and Aelfric of Eynsham “a prolific writer of religious literature, including translations from the Bible, saints’ lives and homilies. It reads as follows: Ic afandie manna heotan: & heora lendena. & aelcum sylle aefter his faerelde.& aefter his agenre afundennysse. This means:’to each I will give according to his {life} journey and according to his own invention ”.
The school motto "sylle aefter faerelde" was translated as "To each according to his/her conduct". The fact that the word ‘his’ is missing from the original quote is probably because Killarney Heights High is a coeducational school. The three words on their own can also be interpreted as “sylle” – foundation, “aefter” – after, “faerelde”- journey.
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Famous quotes containing the words heights, high and/or school:
“Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again,
Sliding by semi-tones till I sink to a minor,—yes,
And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground,
Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep;
Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found,
The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep.”
—Robert Browning (1812–1889)
“This is of the loon—I do not mean its laugh, but its looning,—is a long-drawn call, as it were, sometimes singularly human to my ear,—hoo-hoo-ooooo, like the hallooing of a man on a very high key, having thrown his voice into his head. I have heard a sound exactly like it when breathing heavily through my own nostrils, half awake at ten at night, suggesting my affinity to the loon; as if its language were but a dialect of my own, after all.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“A sure proportion of rogue and dunce finds its way into every school and requires a cruel share of time, and the gentle teacher, who wished to be a Providence to youth, is grown a martinet, sore with suspicions; knows as much vice as the judge of a police court, and his love of learning is lost in the routine of grammars and books of elements.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)