Victor Senior High School is a public high school located in Victor, New York. It is part of the Victor Central School District. It is a four year comprehensive school which annually receives both national and state recognition for excellence in education. Classes are scheduled into 85 minute block periods and follow New York State standards in curriculum.
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“Young people of high school age can actually feel themselves changing. Progress is almost tangible. It’s exciting. It stimulates more progress. Nevertheless, growth is not constant and smooth. Erik Erikson quotes an aphorism to describe the formless forming of it. “I ain’t what I ought to be. I ain’t what I’m going to be, but I’m not what I was.””
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—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
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“I’m not making light of prayers here, but of so-called school prayer, which bears as much resemblance to real spiritual experience as that freeze-dried astronaut food bears to a nice standing rib roast. From what I remember of praying in school, it was almost an insult to God, a rote exercise in moving your mouth while daydreaming or checking out the cutest boy in the seventh grade that was a far, far cry from soul-searching.”
—Anna Quindlen (b. 1952)