The Chesterfield County Mathematics and Science High School at Clover Hill is a magnet school in Midlothian, Virginia. The school, which is on the campus of Clover Hill High School, opened in September 1994. The school is a member of the National Consortium for Specialized Secondary Schools of Mathematics, Science, and Technology (NCSSSMST). It was known as the Renaissance Program early in its history.
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