Coordinates: 38°46′0.66″N 77°26′47.44″W / 38.76685°N 77.4465111°W / 38.76685; -77.4465111
| Osbourn Park High School | |
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| Address | |
| 8909 Euclid Avenue Manassas, Virginia 20111 |
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| Information | |
| School type | Public, high school |
| School district | Prince William County Public Schools |
| School number | (703) 365-6500 |
| Principal | Neil Beech |
| Assistant principals | Andrew Barton, Stefanie Rich, Cassandra Crawford |
| Grades | 9–12 |
| Enrollment | 2,605 |
| Color(s) | Royal Blue & Gold |
| Mascot | Yellow Jacket |
Osbourn Park Senior High School is a public high school in unincorporated Prince William County, Virginia.
Osbourn Park serves the mid-part of the county and is located between the cities of Manassas and Manassas Park. The community consists of business, professional, U.S. Government and military residents. Osbourn Park has also been designated as The Biotechnology Center and houses two other unique programs: Allied Health and NJROTC. It has at various times had a student population ranging from 1900 to 2500, but it is currently at 2,605 in grades 9-12.
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“Therefore awake! make haste, I say,
And let us, without staying,
All in our gowns of green so gay
Into the Park a-maying!”
—Unknown. Sister, Awake! (L. 9–12)
“The people in power will not disappear voluntarily, giving flowers to the cops just isn’t going to work. This thinking is fostered by the establishment; they like nothing better than love and nonviolence. The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.”
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“I’m not making light of prayers here, but of so-called school prayer, which bears as much resemblance to real spiritual experience as that freeze-dried astronaut food bears to a nice standing rib roast. From what I remember of praying in school, it was almost an insult to God, a rote exercise in moving your mouth while daydreaming or checking out the cutest boy in the seventh grade that was a far, far cry from soul-searching.”
—Anna Quindlen (b. 1952)