Garden City High School (Kansas)

Garden City High School (Kansas)

Garden City High School (known locally as GCHS) is a fully accredited high school, serving students in grades 9–12, located in Garden City, Kansas, USA. The current principal is James Mireles. Garden City High School (GCHS) is the only high school within the city limits of Garden City, KS. The school colors are brown and white, although gold is generally considered a third official color. Approximately 2,000 students are enrolled for the 2009–2010 school year.

Garden City High was founded in 1910 on the site that is now Sabine Hall in order to help educate the increasing population of Garden City. In 1917, a new high school was constructed at the site that is now known as Calkins Hall and two years later, the school was renamed "Sequoayah High School". In 1954, the school moved to its current location, and on November 4, 2008, a bond issue for a new $92,500,000 high school was passed. The first class to graduate from the current high school will be the class of 2013.

Garden City is a member of the Kansas State High School Activities Association and offers a variety of sports programs. Athletic teams compete in Class 6A and are known as the "Buffaloes". Extracurricular activities are also offered in the form of performing arts, school publications, and clubs. Despite rapidly rising numbers of English as a Second Language students, Garden City High School has raised student achievement in reading, mathematics and science. The school newspaper, The Sugar Beet, was established in 1910 and is the oldest high school newspaper in the state of Kansas. Notable alumni of the school include Mark Fox, head men's basketball coach at the University of Georgia.

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