Colleyville Heritage High School is a public secondary school in Colleyville, a city in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, in the U.S. state of Texas. The school is a part of the Grapevine-Colleyville Independent School District and serves students in Colleyville and surrounding area. In 2011, the school was rated "Recognized" by the Texas Education Agency.
CHHS is located several miles west and in sight of the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport. The high school has been categorized as one of the top 100 high schools in the United States of America by the Newsweek magazine's Challenge Index. Colleyville Heritage High School celebrated its 10th anniversary in 2006. Students come from Heritage Middle School, half of Grapevine Middle School and half of Colleyville Middle School. Although Colleyville Heritage is in Colleyville, only 45% of its student body lives in Colleyville, while the other 45% lives in Grapevine and 10% lives in Euless.
Read more about Colleyville Heritage High School: History, Academics, Notable Alumni
Famous quotes containing the words high school, heritage, high and/or school:
“Young people of high school age can actually feel themselves changing. Progress is almost tangible. It’s exciting. It stimulates more progress. Nevertheless, growth is not constant and smooth. Erik Erikson quotes an aphorism to describe the formless forming of it. “I ain’t what I ought to be. I ain’t what I’m going to be, but I’m not what I was.””
—Stella Chess (20th century)
“There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their acquiring. They are the very simplest things and because it takes a man’s life to know them the little new that each man gets from life is very costly and the only heritage he has to leave.”
—Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961)
“And since our Daintie age,
Cannot indure reproofe,
Make not thy selfe a Page,
To that strumpet the Stage,
But sing high and aloofe,
Safe from the wolves black jaw, and the dull Asses hoofe.”
—Ben Jonson (1572–1637)
“Their school a crowd, his master solitude;
Through Jonathan Swift’s dark grove he passed, and there
Plucked bitter wisdom that enriched his blood.”
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)