City of Farmers Branch Attempt To Separate From C-FB ISD
Under the leadership of Mayor Tim O'Hare, the city of Farmers Branch initiated a process to separate the portions of the C-FB ISD and Dallas ISD within Farmers Branch city limits to form a new Farmers Branch city-run Municipal School District in 2009. In May 2011, voters rejected the notion, with two thirds of voters voting against the referendum.
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