Quince Orchard High School is a secondary school located on Quince Orchard Road in an unincorporated area of Gaithersburg in Montgomery County, Maryland, United States. Quince Orchard's incoming freshmen come from Lakelands Park and Ridgeview Middle School as well as Roberto Clemente Middle School magnet program. Up until the end of the 2007 school year Quince Orchard also took in freshman from Kingsview Middle School. Parts of Gaithersburg and North Potomac assigned to Quince Orchard. Quince Orchard High won 4 state championships in 2007-2008, in boys cross country running, girls soccer, American football, boys indoor track.
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