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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....)


 
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