History
Pembroke High School was formed in 2004 when the town of Pembroke split away from the Silver Lake Regional School District over concerns about overcrowding, and that Pembroke consisted of half of the population of the then four town district. The building was constructed as the Pembroke campus of the Silver Lake Regional High School and opened in October 1976, and was subsequently the Silver Lake District's middle school. Pembroke students and parents had concerns of transportation during sporting/school activities, being a separate campus of Silver Lake, and also over the concern of feeling isolated away from the rest of the Silver Lake student population, which subsequently led to Pembroke's split from the Silver Lake District into their own separate school district in 2004.
Pembroke's middle school is located on Rte. 27, and was the Silver Lake Junior High School from 1968 to 1993, when the district's middle school shifted to the Learning Lane building. Upon Pembroke's secession from the Silver Lake district in 2004, the town repurchased the property, establishing it as the new Pembroke Middle School.
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