These descriptions of Mr Burton, our Deputy Principal, were written in 2008. In 2003, Year 7 students wrote  descriptions of our popular Deputy Principal. Click here for their descriptions and compare how much or little Mr Burton has changed in 5 years!!
 
Taking bouncing strides, Mr Burton entered our rectangular classroom.

Wearing an immaculate maroon shirt, he straightened his striped tie which was partly covered by a matching jacket. Although our deputy proudly wore black trousers, they had several creases which showed no sign of ironing. His large, silver-framed glasses masked his sparkling blue eyes that stood out on his ruddy face.

Grey, curly hair bobbed as he drew nearer to the small desk in the sunlit corner. Reading page after page of the class’s writing, Mr Burton smiled persistently at our efforts, evoking the large mole above his mouth to rise and mixed emotion lines to materialize.

Sauntering around the room with his slightly wrinkled hands behind his back, he reconnoitred with astonishment at the convoluted math on the whiteboard. A firm but kind voice escaped his throat when he spoke to the class. He reminisced that things had changed in the classroom since he was a kid. Glancing at his silver wristwatch, he slowly bent down to tend to his laces that hung loosely on his black shoes with traces of mud along the bottom.

Being a very industrious man, Mr Burton realised he was urgently needed elsewhere and plodded outside.
By Maddison W
 

Entering the room quickly with his hands behind his back, he greeted us with, “Good afternoon 6/7N,”in a low voice. Confused by directions he decided to ask where our writing books were.

His glasses drew our attention to his blue eyes. Mr Burton’s nose, short but wide, was covered in what appeared to be freckles but might have been sun damaged skin. Wearing a pink and light purple tie that didn’t quite match his maroon shirt and black trousers, Mr. Burton asked Sam what the class was working on.

Putting his hands in the pockets of his speckled coat, he straightened his broad shoulders before heading over to my desk. As he took small steps in his black leather shoes, grey curly hair, needing a trim, fell over his forehead. Bending over he observed my grammar book. Slipping his hands out of his coat pockets Mr. Burton looked at our Darwin run. Mr Burton’s medium sized ears became noticeable as he turned his head to stare at the map. Walking through the aisle between the groups of desks Mr. Burton said good afternoon in a soft voice.
Written by Sheridan


Reading the pages of writing Mr Burton, with a look of interest, admired one fantastic piece from one of the students sitting in front of him. Black polished shoes occasionally shone when the sun beamed down on them. His pink and grey tie was hidden behind his ironed maroon shirt. A grey jacket went perfectly with his black trousers as if he was dressed to go to an important meeting.

Sparkling in the motion his silver glasses glared into the eyes of the young children quietly working at their desks. Continuously blinking from the reflection of the burning sun the children stared at Mr Burton as he began to write a fraction sum on the white board. When he finished, he asked the class how to work it out. Eager hands were raised in the air and waved around as pupils made confident remarks and clever sighs about the maths sum written before them.

Nervously walking to the front of the room a student began to work out the sum on the whiteboard. Mr Burton’s dark, blue eyes focused on the figures as he congratulated Sam who got the sum correct. Impressed with the map of Australia on the wall Mr Burton looked at the tape marked around the coastline. Walking over to our deputy a student told him it was our run to Darwin which we had to finish by the end of the year.

Weird, rumbling and shaking noises came from the room next door. Excitedly the children began to talk as Mr Burton told everyone to settle down. Swaying in the air Mr Burton’s grey and black wavy hair stood out from the rest of his body. His unfit figure revealed he wasn’t keen on fitness which was normal for a man of his age. As he left the room, small giggles and slight laughter came from the children in the room because they were writing notes on his description for a piece of writing.
By Lawless.


Ambling into the crowded but quiet classroom, Mr.Burton, with a puzzled face, started to look at our descriptive writing from the week before while trying not to disturb us.

From his elliptical face stared deep blue, shimmering eyes needing help from shining, gold glasses with rectangular lenses that rested on the bridge of his tall nose. Coming down from his smokey, curly hair and brown, bushy eyelashes was a wide nose, followed by large lips that tried to conceal his loss of teeth and the yellow tone to the teeth he still had. Parallel with his red nose on each side were extraordinary cheeks. A slight double chin took the attention away from his long, wide neck.

Clutching the books one by one with outstretched, muscular arms, Mr Burton read our writing. The fingers holding the pages had short stubby nails filled to the brim with dirt. Hanging from his neck was a folded down maroon collar exactly matching his creased polyester shirt. A fashionable tie with pink, white and grey stripes indicated to me that our deputy was a trendsetter. Keeping him warm was a mud coloured jacket that appeared as if it had been hand made. Charcoal, ironed trousers, supported by a brown, leather belt with a shimmering gold buckle completed the modern look. However, long dirty socks concealed by grimy, brown boots, diminished somewhat his appearance.

Tiny grey hairs sticking out of his hands and head as well as wrinkly skin indicated the approach of old age. Having a confident personality helps keep our deputy going throughout the long, exhausting school year.
By Rosalie


As he slowly entered the hot classroom, Mr. Burton, our deputy principal, was of course oblivious to the fact that we were taking down notes. Striding slowly to the front in his old, polished, leather boots he appeared to be in good condition.

Someone explained he had to read the writing we had done the previous week. Reading them thoroughly through his silver-rimmed glasses, he smiled occasionally as he turned the pages. Realising some children were staring at him, he, with a slight croak in his voice, smiled and told us he didn’t have the answers.

Lifting his tall, straight body off the comfortable chair he looked at the difficult math problems on the white board. He patrolled the classroom with his stubby hands behind his back. Not realising that his dark, curly hair with streaks of grey through it was bouncing all over the place, he explained how pleased he was with our writing. He casually retrieved some of his unruly strands of hair out of his rough-looking ear.

Mr. Burton, after listening to Levi’s explanation of our run to Darwin and what the red line on the map of Australia signified, had an amazed expression on his sun damaged face. Reaching for a white board marker Mr. Burton neatly wrote down a simple equation for someone to complete. Walking away in his casual manner he waved goodbye.
Written by Gareth 6/7N

 
With confusion Mr Burton stumbled several times, observant as he continued towards Mr Belous’s motionless chair. Collecting strands of hair from beneath his square silver-lined glasses Mr Burton realised that this was futile as his grey curled hair would constantly droop over his eyes.

Subconsciously rubbing his eyebrow he uncovered a small mole above one turquoise eye. A vague expression sat across Mr Burton’s plump face whist he paced across the room with his long strides. Speaking with a low pitched, croaky voice our deputy addressed the inquisitive class asking what the line on the map of Australia was for. His double chin bobbed continuously all the time he spoke.

He seemed confused at times as he walked around the class, hands held behind his back with a straight firm posture. This gesture revealed more of his maroon shirt. A false smile sat slightly beneath the politely mannered deputy principal’s curved nose. Weather-beaten cheeks indicated his love for the outdoors. Well polished shoes testified Mr Burton took great pride in his appearance. The slightly visible shoes he wore were covered by dark, gently creased trousers. Luckily for Mr Burton his black, leather belt sat firmly against his waist holding them positioned. The silver buckle, tightening the belt, shimmered brightly as it was turned towards the sunlit window at the side of our rectangular classroom.

Occasionally situating his pink and grey, ironed tie the deputy slouched, comforting himself into Mr Belous’s swinging desk chair. This event showed Mr Burton’s boredom as he flipped the pages of a child’s writing book, staring at the neat, cursive writing across the page. Mr Burton gradually glancing at his silver wrist watch whilst pulling himself up off the chair, wobbled a few times as he progressed towards the white board.
By Kaelyn
 

Having a double chin with wrinkled skin, Mr Burton talked to the Year Two’s about their Show and Tell. His large ears stuck out like tree branches. With his old glasses sitting tightly on his long nose, Mr Burton paused for a moment while he thought about how he would answer the puzzling question asked by one of the Year Two students.

Sounding bored he answered questions with raised eyebrows. Nearly all the time he was not answering a question he looked to be frowning. Unfortunately, Mr Burton had sunburnt skin from not wearing a hat when he was at school.

Mr Burton spoke in a kind and thoughtful manner while still being able to answer all the questions that the Year Two students threw at him. During this, Mr Burton never lost his temper or got aggravated. Mr Burton wore long, black trousers and dirty boots. Was this an indication that he was on playground duty the lunch before? His black and grey checked jacket had a few dirt marks, which confirmed this.

When Mr Burton rotated to see what the class was doing, a gold plated tooth amongst his yellow tinged teeth, which matched his green eyes, could be seen. Placing a brown, broad brimmed hat on top of his grey, scruffy hair he left the room. A maroon shirt was the last item of clothing that was seen as he rounded the corner of the building.
By Matthew

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