History
The original school was founded as the Choir School of Glasgow Cathedral in around 1124, and later became known as Glasgow Grammar School. It was housed in Greyfriar's Wynd until 1782, when it moved to new purpose-built accommodation in George Street, but it moved again in 1821 to new premises between John Street and Montrose Street. The name was changed in 1834 to The High School of Glasgow, and in 1872 it was transferred to the management of the Glasgow School Board. In 1878, the school moved into the former premises of the Glasgow Academy on Elmbank Street, when the latter moved to its new home in Kelvinbridge in the West End of the city. The Glasgow High School for Girls was founded in 1894 and housed variously in Garnethill and Kelvindale.
In 1976, the regional council reorganised education in Glasgow along comprehensive lines and closed the Boy's High School, while the Girls' High School began admitting boys and was renamed as Cleveden Secondary School. The proposed closure was met with anger from former pupils and, the day after the closure of the Boys' High School, the new, independent, co-educational High School came into being, following a merger involving the former pupils' association, the Glasgow High School Club, and Drewsteignton School in Bearsden.
In 2005, the high school of glasgow gentlemans club was founded. The club, made up of distinguished former pupils, meet annually to discuss matters of great importance.
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