Bishop Hoban High School was a Roman Catholic high school of the Diocese of Scranton, located in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. The school was founded in 1971, and the new building opened in 1972 after repairs due to the catastrophic flooding caused by Tropical Storm Agnes. The school was named after Most Rev. Michael J. Hoban, second Bishop of Scranton (1899–1926). Bishop Hoban's colors were green and gold, and the school's nickname was the Argents.
The last graduating class of Bishop Hoban graduated on May 24, 2007. Bishop Hoban High School closed on July 1, 2007, and became part of a consolidation of the four diocesan high schools of Luzerne County (see below). The building now houses Holy Redeemer High School.
The largest high school of the Diocese of Scranton, Bishop Hoban had an annual enrollment of around 650 (grades 9 through 12) with nearly 60 faculty and administrators. The school was accredited by the Middle States Association of Colleges and Schools.
Read more about Bishop Hoban High School: Academics, End of The Bishop Hoban Era, 2006-07 Administration, Principals of Bishop Hoban High School
Famous quotes containing the words bishop, hoban, high and/or school:
“The bight is littered with old correspondences.”
—Elizabeth Bishop (1911–1979)
“After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?”
—Russell Hoban (b. 1925)
“Leadership does not always wear the harness of compromise. Once and again one of those great influences which we call a Cause arises in the midst of a nation. Men of strenuous minds and high ideals come forward.... The attacks they sustain are more cruel than the collision of arms.... Friends desert and despise them.... They stand alone and oftentimes are made bitter by their isolation.... They are doing nothing less than defy public opinion, and shall they convert it by blows. Yes.”
—Woodrow Wilson (1856–1924)
“I’m not making light of prayers here, but of so-called school prayer, which bears as much resemblance to real spiritual experience as that freeze-dried astronaut food bears to a nice standing rib roast. From what I remember of praying in school, it was almost an insult to God, a rote exercise in moving your mouth while daydreaming or checking out the cutest boy in the seventh grade that was a far, far cry from soul-searching.”
—Anna Quindlen (b. 1952)