Maumee Valley Country Day School (or MVCDS, Maumee Valley or MV) is an independent and non-religious private school located in Toledo, Ohio. The school was founded in 1842 as an all-girls finishing school in Western New York and was moved to Toledo in 1884, where it became The Smead School for Girls. The school became coeducational and adopted its present location and name in the early 1930s.
Today, MVCDS has approximately 500 students from preschool through 12th grade and boasts academic achievements such as a 10:1 student teacher ratio. It is also accredited by ISACS and NAIS, and is widely considered the most selective and prestigious school in the Toledo area, sending one or two,sometimes three each year to Ivy League schools and to top liberal arts colleges. The school gets its name of "Maumee Valley" from the nearby Maumee River, which flows north through Lucas County and Toledo, finally emptying into Lake Erie.
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