Clovis West High School

Some guy sold me some bad skittles between passing periods. They were pretty hard. I was let down.
This guy sitting next to me is really weird. Plus it seems like he has a lot of girl prollems. 6^th Period spanish is pretty lit tho.

As a former student of Clovis West, this is probably one of the best schools in Clovis Unified. The quality of education is superb, and the teachers are truly inspirational.
As one of the top students in my class, Clovis West made college an absolute breeze. I was able to easily adapt to any situation, and challenge myself to achieve better like I learned at Clovis West. I participated in some of the best athletic programs at Clovis West, and took some of the hardest AP classes taught by qualified teachers. Not only were these teachers, counsellors, and administrators there to help, but many of them became friends.
I will definitely attribute a lot of my success to Clovis West and hope to return and support the community in the years to come.

I recently went to CW to work out as I was home for Christmas. I was very impressed with the quality of the track. For a high school, the track seemed to be well taken care of and made for a nice workout. Around the track, the school has also placed pull up bars which were nice to incorporate into my workout. I would recommend to all my friends who are runners to try out the CW track.

I am writing my review from the perspective of an adult volunteer from the community.
The front door staff is helpful and efficient (even in the midst of a remodel). I was
Helped quickly (getting the paperwork I needed to do campus visitation).
The only thing that makes Clovis West tough for me is that there isn’t really a centralized location for the kids during lunch time. As is, the students are spread out all across campus (with lots of secret nooks and crannies or young lovers to suck face). On a more serious note, though, I’d have to imagine it is a security issue.
But hey, it’s friendly and clean with a good sense of school spirit.
Oh, also, it’s hard to figure out where visitor parking in; so I park on the road (pretty far from the front office).

I must say that I’m not the least bit surprised to learn that Clovis West was run by fascists even back in ’87… They made high school much more difficult and much less fun than it should have been. Everything from:
— Suspending my off-​campus priveleges for half a year my senior year
— Searching my backpack and calling me into the office for «questioning» that they refused to tell me the nature of on many occasions
— Having to listen to some incredibly biased, ethnocentric, and downright racist teachers rant on about their opinions
— Locker checks that were supposed to be «random» but mine was checked at least monthly
— 50 push-​ups for being «tardy» when I was within 3 steps of the locker room door when the bell rang
— Having to purchase a razor from the office and SHAVE for graduation friggin’ practice
— Having a counselor who wanted to «keep an eye on me» by not allowing me to take ANY free periods my senior year, even though I had all units required to graduate and had maintained nearly a 4.0 GPA. Instead of the free periods, she assigned me to 3 P.E. classes which was ridiculous, especially considering I was in peak physical shape my senior year weighing in at 185 and benching 325…
Thankfully, I was pretty popular and had friends or they likely would have driven me to a continuation or adult school.
I was just reminded of my alma-​meter when I called Clovis West about 20 minutes ago to get some transcripts, and the secretary told me that the woman in charge of releasing them had gone home before slamming the phone down on me. Yeah, that about sums up Clovis West.

It’s true. (Read Cathy V.‘s review.)
Back in ’87, on a 100+ degree day, I was pulled out of class for wearing shorts that were too short by ½ an inch. One of the administrative staff kneeled in front of me and measured the distance from my knee to the hem. Creepy. I was treated with disdain. I sat in an office for 2 hours, without my books, without class materials, without an escape vehicle, without a back-​up summer pant suit or perhaps an even shorter cheerleader skirt which, of course, would have mandated that I have some association with the cheerleaders who (it’s true) were busy thieving jewelry down at Disneyland. Cathy recalls they were suspended. I only recall that they were required to return the jewelry and, at that, would not be prosecuted by the Park. Either way, disciplinary action was metered out in a very odd fashion by this administration.
Back to the problem of my shorts which were too short by ½ inch.
The thing is, when a girl is 6 feet tall, she’s got more leg, and more of it shows, no matter how precisely she follows the Clovis West Golden Eagle inseam rule. Distraction? Work it out behind your desk or beneath the bleachers. I’d like to get back to class now so I can prepare for, and pass, this AP test and get the hell out of this town.
And the measurement from knee to hem is NOT an inseam anyway, wherever you are, you dimwit.
The one star is for some top-​rate teachers and classes, Mr. Baker’s poetry club, Shirley — who doled out a dime for each discarded pepsi cup and pizza pocket wrapper we collected for her, thus allowing us to buy a ticket to see some rock band or two — and, most of all, the friends who were truly aware and all there.