Houses
Formerly, students at South Island School were organized by a House System, whereby all students were allocated into one of the seven houses (Aylward (yellow), Hillary (blue), Jefferson (purple), Marden (orange), Schweitzer (green,) Noble (light blue), and Tolstoy (red)) AHJM, SNT was the method in which to remember the houses and the order they were sat in stands for interhouse events. The members of each house competed against each other in athletics, swimming, music and debating, etc. Each house was awarded points depending on the finishing place in each competition. At the end of the year, the House cup was presented to the house with the highest score in the last Assembly before the summer holidays.
In the 2011-12 school year the school principal introduced a system in which students were reorganized into six houses, simply named after the words for "home" or "house" in various foreign languages. The house colors were allocated after each head of house pulled slips of paper from a hat with a color written on them. In each year, a house consists of two tutor groups of about 15 students, headed by a tutor. The houses are then grouped into three separate "Learning Families" (Bamboo, Bauhinia and Banyan), headed by the Director of Family.
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Famous quotes containing the word houses:
“Wherever there’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beating up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready. And when the people eat the stuff they raise, and living in the houses they build, I’ll be there, too.”
—Nunnally Johnson (1897–1977)
“And the Harvard students in the brick
hallowed houses studied Sappho in cement rooms.
And this Sappho danced on the grass
and danced and danced and danced.
It was a death dance.”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“He hung out of the window a long while looking up and down the street. The world’s second metropolis. In the brick houses and the dingy lamplight and the voices of a group of boys kidding and quarreling on the steps of a house opposite, in the regular firm tread of a policeman, he felt a marching like soldiers, like a sidewheeler going up the Hudson under the Palisades, like an election parade, through long streets towards something tall white full of colonnades and stately. Metropolis.”
—John Dos Passos (1896–1970)