John H. Reagan High School (Houston, Texas)
Coordinates: 29°47′42″N 95°23′36″W / 29.794949°N 95.393282°W / 29.794949; -95.393282
| Principal Administrator | Connie Berger |
| Founded | 1927 |
| School type | Public school (U.S.) |
| Religious affiliation | None |
| Location | Houston, Texas, United States |
| Enrollment | 1,991 students (2010-2011 school year) |
| Campus surroundings | Urban |
| Mascot | Bulldog |
| School colors | Maroon, White |
John H. Reagan High School is a high school in Houston, Texas, United States.
Reagan, which enrolls students in grades nine through twelve, is a part of the Houston Independent School District. Reagan is located in the Houston Heights neighborhood. Reagan, which was named after John H. Reagan, has HISD's computer magnet program.
The school gymnasium is the home court of the Houston Takers, a professional men's basketball team in the American Basketball Association.
As of 2008, the principal of Reagan High School is Connie Berger.
Read more about John H. Reagan High School (Houston, Texas): History, Campus, Notable Alumni, Demographics, Neighborhoods Served By Reagan, Feeder Patterns, School Uniforms
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