Houses
Gippsland Grammar has four Houses which participate annually in a competition which includes academic, cultural and sporting pursuits. These include interhouse Swimming, Athletics, Cross Country, Drama, Debating, Art, Music/Cultural Festival & Rowing. The winner is awarded the Inter House Trophy for the year. They are as follows:
- Cranswick Dargo (Royal Blue)
- Tisdall Hotham (Gold)
- Wellington Binks (Maroon)
- Blundell Bogong (Red)
Each House is named after a significant person and a place which has a connection to the surrounding areas of Gippsland: Blundell, Cranswick and Tisdall were the names of the St. Anne's houses and Bogong and Dargo were the Gippsland Grammar School's sporting houses. Hotham was created at the time of amalgamation and 1984 was the inaugural year of Wellington-Binks.
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