For 6th and 7th grade I attended a private school in Rocky Point, North Carolina called Pender Academy, the only school I've ever heard of that was home to grades 1-10. It was a small school, as evidenced by the fact that to fill up pages in the Sabre, they included pictures of the maid and the couple that filled the snack machines:
I'm not so sure how academically excellent this school was. I mean they can't even spell the word "ninth".
But you could learn there, I guess. June Skipper, besides being the girl that every guy in that school lusted after, knew the difference between "who" and "whom."