Regent House Grammar School is a co-ed voluntary grammar school situated in Newtownards, County Down, Northern Ireland. It comprises two parts: the preparatory department, known as "the Prep" and the main school itself. It has over 1550 pupils from ages 4 to 18.
The school is known for its sporting achievements especially in rugby and athletics and its music department, including the senior choir which often performs in high profile venues. It has also an excellent reputation for drama, producing a high standard of school plays over many years.
The school is divided into 4 houses: Castlereagh, Strangford, Scrabo and Clandeboye. Regular inter-house competitions are held.
| Established | 1924 |
|---|---|
| Type | Controlled Grammar school |
| Headmaster | Trevor McCavery |
| Location | Circular Road Newtownards Down BT22 4QA United Kingdom |
| Local authority | SEELB |
| Students | Approx. 1550 |
| Gender | boys & girls |
| Ages | 11–18 |
| Houses | Castlereagh, Clandeboye, Scrabo, Strangford |
| Colours | red & black (boys) red & green (girls) |
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