Notre Dame High School (Ottawa) - History

History

Initially, Notre Dame was located on Heron Road and was an all-girls school. In 1968 St Pat's School for boys moved to the campus and shared the chapel, theater and other facilities with Notre Dame. In 1971, a few classes became blended from the 2 schools. In 1972, the senior grades from both schools were eliminated due to financial constraints, as there was not government funding for Catholic high schools in Ontario. In 1973, the nuns who ran Notre Dame were forced to close the doors. Students from Notre Dame had to attend public schools or go to St. Joes or St. Pius. A "new" Notre Dame was once again created after full funding for Ontario catholic schools was announced and the former St. Joseph and St. Raymond high schools (both grade 7-10) were merged into one school serving grade 9-OAC students. The school was relocated from its previous location on Holland Avenue in 1994. It is a very multicultural school, and housed Grades 9 to OAC until the 2002-2003 school year when Grades 7 and 8 were added from St. Josephs Middle School. The enrollment for the 2008-09 school year is 980 students.

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