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San Mateo Middle College High School

San Mateo Middle College High School is an alternative high school program serving grades 11 and 12. The school operates on the College of San Mateo campus in San Mateo, California. Middle College students take three high school classes on campus with high school teachers and fill the rest of their schedule with college courses.

Middle College students come from the San Mateo Union High School District and the Cabrillo Unified School District.

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