Queens Gateway To Health Sciences Secondary School

Queens Gateway to Health Sciences Secondary School is a school in the borough of Queens, New York which places emphasis on the health sciences. The school serves grades 6–12. It has recently been ranked the 34th best high school in the city of New York and is consistently given a silver medal by U.S. News for the quality of learning taught there. However, the school has been criticized for its lack of sports and extracurricular activities.

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