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    September 25

    Last Eva Handball Game

    On Wednesday 20th of September the last eva handball game was played. This game had been 13 yrs in the making. This game consisted of the most elite players and was extremely intense.
    In the end the of this Wimbleton of Handball the Federer of handball (Lawson) fell against the Bagdadus of Handball (Sawley). The game was surrounded by controversy in the end and was followed by the hoax email which saw us all report to the Assistant principal. By hey in the end it was worth it!!!!!!!!!!!    

    Last Week of School

    Monday lunch Soccer Match (Teachers vs Yr 12 Students)
    Tuesday Last ever real old-fashioned school day +Ice Cream Cones at Maccas with Dr Boyce
    Wednesday Prayer Meeting before school 8am+ Beach Day
    Thursday Come to School Day---Our Final chance to hang out at school
    Creative Assembly Practice all Day+ Final Fresh at Lunchtime
    Friday Creative Assembly + Final Assembly + Formal
    Saturday Study Begins 
    September 08

    Lawsons Brotherhood Song/Rap/Poem

    I wanna tell you bout the times I remember
    The lunches that I had to surrender
    No crime in my free time
    All I need is a minute to express my rhyme

    Listening to my brother Wazza
    What a butt- hallelujah!
    But then I thought, this is crazay
    20 men and nuh nuh no ladiz

    Meeting gathering, praying
    1:25 on the bell and still staying
    Not stopping keep pushing
    “Relax its only Robson looking”

    Bringing the Word were some of my mates
    Talking bout money, sex, and those dates
    Passionate, joyful, positive, encouraging
    Chris Eagles always scavenging

    Of course our fav was Arash
    Funny... cause it rhymes with rash
    An Arab from the
    island of
    Iran
    Whom
    we converted from the Koran

    Thank you Dave for putting on a show yo
    What a shot bro- straight through that window
    Kennedy and Nicho were cheering
    ‘Hello Waters what’s with that sneering?

    God through you He‘ll impact the school
    Image doesn’t matter whether your cool
    Look at me I’m hairy and rapping
    “How come they’re still not clapping?”

    Mr. Evans was our hero
    Wisdom and knowledge more than that Nero
    Ourselves as Christs ambassadors
    His warriors, hands, and messengers

    So what you year 11’s gonna do
    Knowing our Lord has favored you?
    Make a difference, Pick up the baton
    Run with it, never look back and

    Remember He is with you always
    Working through you in these last days
    Men and warriors preaching justification
    You are the leaders of this generation


    For Gypo's only

    You call any older person you've never met before: uncle "Ammo" or "Khalu".

    Getting a visa to
    Europe or the States is like getting a baby,everybody tells you "mabrook"

    You always carry excess luggage when you travel and learn how to beg the personnel at the airport to allow the excess baggage you've got as soon as your father stops doing that for you.

    Your dream is holding a different passport.


    When you FLY BACK home you find 20 people waiting for
    you at the airport.

    Every time you fly back home you meet relatives you
    never knew existed, and they look nothing like your family.

    You always curse at Egyptians when you are back home,
    but when you live abroad you make many Egyptian friends, and say how wonderful are the ones back home.

    Everyone is a family friend.


    People are never happy with what you've achieved.
    If you graduated from school they'll tell you "Oqbal el Shahadehel kebeerah", and when u get that "Oqbal el Aroosa or Areees',and when you get that "Oqbal ma nefrah be Aoulad-kum", and when you get that "Oqbal ma tefrahu bi! ! shahadit-hum", etc...

    You only walk on the streets in groups of seven or more
    people and talk really loud in Arabic all together.

    You fight over who pays the dinner bill.


    You teach Westerners to swear words in your language.

    You keep on saying Kol Sanna Wa Inta Tayeb left, right and center !

    You pronounce your p's as b's (bebsi and bolice) unless you were raised also speaking a western language, a rare breed in present Egypt

    You ask your dad a simple question and he tells you a
    story of how he had to walk miles just to get to school.

    Your dad swears at you with words that affect himself
    (Ya Ibnil....)