Caistor Grammar School - Houses

Houses

All pupils belong to one of three houses which are named after the school's founder, Francis Rawlinson; the school patron, Edward Ayscough; and the school benefactor, William Hansard. Pupils represent their house in a wide range of interhouse competitions throughout the school. These include the annual sports day, house music and house drama events. Merits awarded also count for a pupil's house, with the house cup being awarded each year to the house with the most.

Sixth form pupils take over most of the running of each house. Every year lower sixth pupils run for the positions of house captains, sports captains or performing arts captains (each with a male and female role).

Each house also has a representing colour:

Hansard is yellow

Ayscough is blue

Rawlinson is green

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