Bettendorf High School (BHS) is a four-year comprehensive high school located in Bettendorf, Iowa. Roughly 100 instructors teach more than 1500 students using a four-period block daily schedule with 85 minute blocks, BHS also offers classes as 40 minutes skinny's which meet all year for 40 minutes each day.
| Bettendorf High School | |
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| Bettendorf High front view from 18th Street | |
| Location | |
| Bettendorf, Iowa, USA | |
| Coordinates | 41°33′23″N 90°29′51″W / 41.5565°N 90.4975°W / 41.5565; -90.4975Coordinates: 41°33′23″N 90°29′51″W / 41.5565°N 90.4975°W / 41.5565; -90.4975 |
| Information | |
| Type | Public secondary school |
| Established | 1951 |
| Principal | Jimmy Casas |
| Faculty | 100 |
| Grades | 9–12 |
| Number of students | 1,445 |
| School Colour(s) | black gold |
| Mascot | Bulldog |
| Website | School website |
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