Robert Frost Middle School (Fairfax County, Virginia) - Edgar Allan Poe Middle School

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Edgar Allan Poe Middle School (Cluster: 3; Grades: 6-8, website) is named after the author Edgar Allan Poe. Its mascot is the Raven. Sonya Swansbrough is the principal.

Most students feed into Annandale High School or J.E.B. Stuart High School. A select few also test into Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology.

Poe's 1,188 students during the 2007-2008 school year were 37.37% Hispanic, 23.57% White, 23.74% Asian, 11.70% Black, and 3.62% unspecified.
During the same school year, 51.68% of the student body received free/reduced-priced meals and 45.12% were classified as having limited English.

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