The English/French Stream
The English/French Stream (EFS) is essentially a portion of students at Telopea High School who follow a different system and curriculum to those of the English Stream (who follow the standard ACT system and curriculum). These students are usually those who follow on from Telopea Park Primary School. The way the EFS students learn is very different to that of the students of the English Stream: EFS students have fewer elective classes, as they have compulsory History and Geography every term, and they learn three languages instead of two (English, French, and a third language).
As the EFS follows a different system to the English Stream, it has a different timetable. The French stream classes have always been contact groups _.1 and _.2 (like 9.1 and 9.2) until 2008, when the new year 7s were mixed in with the English Stream. The Bilingual Stream has its own principal (le proviseur). French Stream students are often affectionately referred to by their English Stream counterparts as "Frenchies".
To underline the equal importance of the French and Australian streams, both national anthems are played at the beginning of the school assembly which is on every other Friday.
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