Palm Harbor University High School, also known as PHUHS, is a Pinellas County public high school in Palm Harbor, Florida for grades 9-12. The school's mascot is the Hurricane and the school's colors are navy and maroon. The campus was built in 1996 and was originally to be known as the University High School at Palm Harbor. The word University emphasized the intended cooperation with the University of South Florida, but this did not materialize.
Students at PHUHS belong to either the traditional program, which is called the University Program, or one of two magnet programs:
- International Baccalaureate (IB)
- Center for Wellness and Medical Professions (CWMP)
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