St Paul's Anglican Grammar School

St Paul's Anglican Grammar School is a coeducational Anglican independent school founded in 1982 in Warragul, Victoria, Australia. St Paul's is a member of the GIS and ICCES school association bodies.

St Paul's is located across three campuses in Warragul. The main campus is located on Bowen Street and has the Senior (Years 7 - 12) and Junior School Campus (Kindergarten to Year 6). The second campus, the 'rope factory', is also located in Warragul which is designed to house the separate Year 9 program.

Finally, a third campus is located in Traralgon. It was founded in 2002 and houses students from Kindergarten to Year 10.

Read more about St Paul's Anglican Grammar School:  History, Campuses, House System, Education Cost

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