History
Originally Barton Peveril School was a temporary school, founded in 1904 by the local County Education Authority, to meet the demands of the new railway town of Eastleigh. It had two long-serving head teachers, with Miss Annie Smith at the reins from the start until her retirement in 1936 and then Mr H. N. R. Moore, who again only left to retire in 1963. He was succeeded by Mr R. E. Bowyer.
As the school expanded, larger premises were required, with a house named Barton Peveril purchased by 1918, which later gave its name to the institution officially recognised as Eastleigh County Secondary School, Barton Peveril. In 1932 there was another move, this time to a building in Desborough Road that had previously been used for a school, with the move marked by the name Eastleigh County High School. In 1957, the school moved to its current site and returned its original name of Barton Peveril School.
The last intake to the state coeducational grammar school was in 1972. Since 1973, only sixth form students have been enrolled.
The current Principal is Jonathan Prest, who was preceded by Godfrey Glyn OBE who held the post from 1996 to 2008. Peter Happé was principal between 1980 and 1989.
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