Pleasant Valley High School (Iowa)
Coordinates: 41°33′13″N 90°28′14″W / 41.5535°N 90.4706°W / 41.5535; -90.4706
| Pleasant Valley High School | |
|---|---|
| Established | 1961 |
| Type | Public secondary |
| Principal | Mike Zimmer |
| Athletics | Randy Teymer |
| Faculty | 70 |
| Students | 1,177 |
| Grades | 9-12 |
| Location | 604 Belmont Road,, Riverdale, Iowa, USA |
| District | Pleasant Valley |
| Colors | Navy Blue and Grey |
| Athletics | Mississippi Athletic Conference |
| Mascot | Spartan |
| Yearbook | Valenian |
| Newspaper | Spartan Shield |
| Website | pleasval.k12.ia.us/highschool |
Pleasant Valley High School is a four-year comprehensive high school located in Bettendorf, Iowa. The school is part of the Pleasant Valley Community School District, and it has an enrollment of approximately 1,177 students in grades 9 through 12.
Located approximately one mile west of U.S. Highway 67, Pleasant Valley High School draws students from several communities in eastern Iowa Scott County, Iowa, including the northeast sections of Bettendorf, plus Riverdale, LeClaire and surrounding rural areas—including the unincorporated Pleasant Valley Township (for which the school district was named).
Read more about Pleasant Valley High School (Iowa): History
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