Pleasant Valley School District

Pleasant Valley School District is a midsized, rural, public school district in the west end of Monroe County, Pennsylvania in the United States. The district encompasses approximately 114 square miles (300 km2) including: Chestnuthill, Eldred, Polk, and Ross Townships, as well as communities in them, such as Brodheadsville. According to 2000 federal census data, it serves a resident population of 29,051. In 2009, the district residents’ per capita income was $19,853, while the median family income was $51,433. In the Commonwealth, the median family income was $49,501 and the United States median family income was $49,445, in 2010. According to District officials, in school year 2007-08 the Pleasant Valley School District provided basic educational services to 6,621 pupils through the employment of 498 teachers, 508 full-time and part-time support personnel, and 31 administrators. Pleasant Valley School District received more than $31.5 million in state funding in school year 2007-08.

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