Victor Valley High School

Victor Valley High School is located in Victorville, California at 16350 Mojave Drive and is the oldest high school in the Victor Valley Union High School District (VVUHSD).

School principal: Chris Douglass

Mascot: Jackrabbits

School Colors: Kelly Green & White

The original campus was located at the present day University Preparatory School on Forrest Avenue in Old Town Victorville until the current campus was built in 1952. It was the first of two high schools in Victorville with the second being Silverado High School, completed in 1996. While in the same town, both schools are very different in appearance and reflect the time period when built. Victor Valley High has a very small-scale appeal with large trees shading the entire campus, where Silverado High has much more modern architecture.

Looking at the hill from the homeside of Ray Moore Stadium is the Victorville "V", which was placed as a landmark for the original location of the High School on Forrest Ave. Keith Gunn, then high school football coach and later principal, spearheaded the project in the 1930s, with the cement being donated by Southwestern Portland Cement Company. The Keith Gunn Gymnasium is named in his honor, while the floor is dedicated to local legendary basketball coach, Ollie Butler. The grassy area in the middle courtyard of the school is the "Senior Lawn", where only Seniors are allowed. The courtyard is painted every year by the seniors to reflect their class.

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