Upper Canada College Houses
Upper Canada College, an all male preparatory school in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, like several other Commonwealth schools, divides its students into ten houses, each led by a Senior House Adviser and a student-elected Head of House. Heads of Houses are among the sixteen "stewards" who form the student government of the College, the Board of Stewards. In addition to the Heads of Houses, four Prefects from each house are elected to represent their house and the school .
The house system was first adopted in 1923, previous to which members of the residence community were referred to as living in "the House" while day students were part of "the Town". There were only four houses until the late 1930s. There are now ten houses. Two of these, Seaton's and Wedd's, are boarding houses while the remaining eight are for day students. Each house is also identified by its own colour, which is displayed on the "house tie", worn with the standard school uniform by the members of the respective house.
The houses are:
Read more about Upper Canada College Houses: Bremner's, Howard's, Jackson's, Martland's, McHugh's, Mowbray's, Orr's, Scadding's, Seaton's, Wedd's, Prefects' Cup
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