National San Chung Senior High School (Chinese: 國立三重高級中學) is a Taiwanese senior high school located in Sanchong City, Taipei County. Established in 1997, its initial name was Taiwan Provincial San Chung Senior High School (Chinese: 台灣省立三重高級中學). After the administration of Taiwan Province Government was streamlined in 1998, the School became national and adopted the current name. In 2007, National San Chung Senior High School has totally 51 classes (17 classes per grade), including music classes and physical education classes, and more than 2000 students.
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