Fern Creek High School
Coordinates: 38°9′20.90″N 85°35′32.39″W / 38.155806°N 85.5923306°W / 38.155806; -85.5923306
| Fern Creek Traditional High School | |
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| Address | |
| 9115 Fern Creek Road Louisville, Kentucky, 40291 United States |
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| Information | |
| Type | Public high school |
| Established | 1923 |
| School district | Jefferson County Public Schools |
| Principal | Dr.Houston Barber |
| Assistant principals | Nathan Meyer Tony Mitchell Diane Polley Ron Crutcher |
| Grades | 9-12 |
| Enrollment | 1500 |
| Campus | Suburban |
| Color(s) | Orange and Black |
| Mascot | tigers |
| Website | School Board Site
School Site |
Fern Creek Traditional High School is a Communications, JROTC, Media and the Arts magnet school located on 9115 Fern Creek Road in Louisville, Kentucky and is part of Jefferson County Public Schools. It was founded in 1923 as the first high school in the Jefferson County (Ky.) School System. Today, it has a population of around 1,400 students. Dr. Houston Barber is the principal.
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