Marist College North Shore (MCNS) (often shortened to Marist North Shore), is a systemic Roman Catholic, secondary day school for boys, located in North Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, a suburb on Sydney's Lower North Shore.
Founded in 1888, Marist College North Shore is conducted by the Marist Brothers, based on the teachings of their founder St. Marcellin Champagnat. The school is non-selective, and currently caters for approximately 700 students from Years 7 to 12 (12 to 18 years old).
The college is administered by the Catholic Education Office for the Archdiocese of Sydney, and is affiliated with the Association of Marist Schools of Australia (AMSA), as well as the Metropolitan Catholic Colleges Sports Association (MCC).
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