Mill Creek High School is a high school located outside of Hoschton and Braselton, Georgia. It has 3413 students, and the most recent attendance counts have named it the largest school in Georgia. It is fed from Frank N. Osborne Middle School and Glenn C. Jones Middle School. Mill Creek was named for the 4th consecutive year as one of the schools in the Top 5% in the country compared with academics, and test results. The school's motto or "the vision" as they call it is "We view learning as a partnership shared equally among students, parents and faculty. Working together we believe that every student regardlesss of innate ability, race, creed, ethnicity or national origin is capable of making measurable improvement each school year." In August 2004, Mill Creek opened with 2,500 students. Mill Creek is the largest high school in Georgia. Mill Creek enrolls over 3,400 students, and around 350+ staff members. The school has had to erect 53 trailers around the school to have enough space and classrooms for its many students. Mill Creek is known for having over 100 different student clubs.
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