William B. Travis Academy/Vanguard for the Academically Talented and Gifted is a primary and secondary school in the Uptown area of Dallas, Texas (USA).
The school is operated by the Dallas Independent School District and is designed for academically talented and gifted students in grades 4 through 8.
The school opened in 2000.
In 2012, the school was ranked as the best middle school in the North Texas area by Children at Risk, a research and advocacy institute dedicated to helping children.
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