Plymouth South High School, also known as Plymouth South, PSHS, or, informally, P-South, is a public high school located in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Its students are residents of the town of Plymouth. Plymouth South is one of two high schools in Plymouth, the other being Plymouth North High School. Plymouth South is located near the Long Pond neighborhood of Plymouth, west of Route 3 and The Pinehills development, and also adjacent to nearby Myles Standish State Forest, which is the biggest publicly owned recreation area in the South Shore region of Massachusetts, and also one of the biggest in the state. The school has an enrollment of approximately 927 students in the traditional academic curriculum of the school, and also houses an additional 626 students in the Technical Program of the high school, bringing the total school enrollment to 1,553 in grades 9–12. The school colors are Black, Teal and White and the school mascot is the Panthers.
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