Chelmsford County High School for Girls, or "CCHS", is a selective grammar school for girls aged 11–18 located in Chelmsford, Essex, England. Entrance to the school is by an academic selection test and is considered to be one of the hardest places to gain admission. CCHS is one of the most academically successful and consistently high achieving secondary schools in the United Kingdom, regularly scoring in the top 5 schools for both GCSE and A-level results.
In addition to these achievements, the school aims to instill in its students a sense of self-esteem and a love of learning for its own sake, and claims to support each student to "succeed in whatever field she chooses". There are approximately 880 pupils on the school roll with 285 in the Sixth Form (Year 12/13).
The current Headmistress is Mrs Nicole Chapman.
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