Ca Frost Science Academy High School

"Not a good school environment, i went here for 6th grade and it was HORRIFYING, they have a bullying problem and don’t seem to know how to fix it, groups of kids would gang up on me. I was only there for 2-3 weeks and I had to gtfooo"

"I love teaching at CA Frost! Couldn't imagine working with a better staff to support a diverse student body in a structured, close-knit environment. It's a great place."

"It's a ok school not great (some bad teachers) no outside equipment (playground,swings ect.) only a center base and softball fence, has one f the best gym teacher I have had. All in all its ok not great."

"It used to be Covell Elementary. My first school. Went to kindergarten there. Mrs. Brown was the teacher. I lived just a block away so Covell was central to all of the neighborhood kids. We would have bike races down the driveway hill. No fear (well, maybe a lot). Attempted skateboarding down the hill too, but then, a skateboard was a 2x4 with a sister's taken-apart steel-wheeled roller skate nailed to the bottom. It would shake your teeth out of your head. Under the based of the hill, there was a four foot drainage pipe that ran under the road. It was a mark of great courage if you would crawl thru it. Covell used to have a great playground, my first actually. Swings, a merry-go-round, monkey bars. In the back, before they filled it in and built those 2 buildings, it was a bowl surrounded by (what seemed like) a steep hill. Everyone would sled down the hills every Winter. It was always cold and crowded. If you were daring, you would sled all the way into the woods. On the treeline to the west, there was a place with big rocks to sit on. We all called it Sleepy Hollow. Probably still there. At the base of the drive, before the parking lot (the Covell Oval), Dickie Cryderman and I would climb the trees. (That's his old house up north of the entrance and they owned the land all the way down the hill). We tried out our first curse words up in the trees there. Dickie fell out once, I thought he died. The lot to the east was lawn where we would play bad football and learn who was who. The woods to the north east seemed like a vast primordial jungle to explore. Old growth trees and vines and dense overgrowth. Many memories. We would climb up pipes by the janitors office and go up on the roof. That was scary and took great courage. Memories... Kissed my first girl there. Smoked our first cigarettes. Went there the first time I got stoned. Played basketball with Chris Zeman (everyone called him Zeke and he passed way too early and I miss him to this day. A wonder of a guitar player). There was a Halloween festival in the gym every year with apple cider and caramel apples and candy and games where you would win tickets and maybe win a cake in the cakewalk. It's all but gone now. The social focal point of our pre-adolescent lives in a much more innocent time. I still visit it every so often in Dreamland. If you attend school there now, go in the back and sit on the rocks in Sleepy Hollow. Say hello to the ghosts of the children roaming the halls. Make room for them, there's so much to do and so little time."