Cabin John Middle School, colloquially known as CJMS, is a public school for students in grades 6, 7 and 8 located in Potomac, Maryland.
Cabin John opened in 1967 as a junior high school, and its mascot was the roadrunner. In 1987, the school closed due to declining enrollment, and all students in the area attended Hoover. However, the county decided to reopen Cabin John in 1989 as a middle school. When it reopened, its mascot became the cougar.
Students who attend Cabin John are from the feeder elementary schools Seven Locks, Bells Mill, Stone Mill and Cold Spring. The students that attended Bells Mill and Seven Locks Elementary Schools go on to attend Winston Churchill High School. Students from Cold Spring and Stone Mill Elementary Schools go on to attend Thomas Wootton High School.
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