Oak Creek High School is a secondary school located in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, a southern suburb of Milwaukee. The four-year public high school is a part of the Oak Creek-Franklin Joint School District, serving a 36-square-mile (93 km2) area including the city of Oak Creek and a 7-square-mile (18 km2) area of Franklin.
Oak Creek High School was built in 1961 at a cost of over $3 million.
The high school was involved in a federal law suit, Butler v. Oak Creek-Franklin School District, 172 F.Supp.2d 1102, involving the school's athletic code.
Butler v. Oak Creek-Franklin School Dist., 172 F.Supp.2d 1102 (2001) involving claims for violation of constitutional due process and state constitutional rights arising from suspension of high school student.
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