Seven Lakes High School is a public senior high school located in unincorporated Fort Bend County, Texas, United States in the vicinity of Katy-Gaston Road and Fry Road intersection in Land Use Zone 74. It is located just outside of the Seven Meadows community and Meadowbrook Farms Golf Course and just inside the Cinco Ranch Southwest community. Many affluent communities such as Seven Meadows, Grand Lakes, and Cinco Ranch are zoned to the school. The school has a Katy address and is within the extraterritorial jurisdiction of Houston, and is a high school of the Katy Independent School District.
The school was rated "Exemplary" by the Texas Education Agency for the 2008-2009 school year (the highest rating any public high school in Texas can attain). In 2013, the school was ranked 213th in the nation out of 27,000 public high schools in the US by NewsWeek; Cinco Ranch High School was ranked 536th (the rating is based on the number of AP tests taken and passed by students). The school won the Chronicle Cup in 2008 for having a superb athletic program.
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