Houses
Each pupil and member of staff belongs to one of the six 'houses':
The Four Foundation Houses
- The House of the Resurgent City and Cathedral Church of St. Michael and all Angels at Coventry
- The House of Saint George the Martyr, Glorious Patron of England
- The House of Alfred The Great, King of the West Saxons
- The House of William Temple, Head Master, Archbishop and Servant of God
The Two New Houses
- The House of the Holy Cross of our Saviour at Waltham
- The House of the Holy, Blessed and Glorious Trinity
Each house has its own colour:
- St. Georges - Red
- Coventry - Green
- King Alfreds - Gold
- Temples - Turquoise
- Waltham - Purple
- Trinity - Royal Blue
In September 2006 the new intake, year 7, had colours added to their tie. A yellow diagonal stripe denotes their year group; below this is a stripe in the house colours (for King Alfred's this is a shade of gold). Future years will have a year colour, with their house colour below it. The new tie also features the Bishop's Crosier symbol of the school. In September 2007 the new intake, year 7, had a blue stripe added to their tie.
Read more about this topic: Bishop Stopford's School At Enfield
Famous quotes containing the word houses:
“Spooky things happen in houses densely occupied by adolescent boys. When I checked out a four-inch dent in the living room ceiling one afternoon, even the kid still holding the baseball bat looked genuinely baffled about how he possibly could have done it.”
—Mary Kay Blakely (20th century)
“There is a distinction to be drawn between true collectors and accumulators. Collectors are discriminating; accumulators act at random. The Collyer brothers, who died among the tons of newspapers and trash with which they filled every cubic foot of their house so that they could scarcely move, were a classic example of accumulators, but there are many of us whose houses are filled with all manner of things that we “can’t bear to throw away.””
—Russell Lynes (1910–1991)
“The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the townlets wither a time and die.”
—John Steinbeck (1902–1968)