St Gabriel School

Great academics and community.

I wrote a previous review… Our daughter is 5 (she will tell you 5 and 7/​12ths) … She is adding 13 digits plus 13 digits… She is reading parent notes… This school and the teachers are beyond what most other schools in the city could ever attempt to achieve. The kindergarten teachers have been there forever, in spite of their appearance, and have it down to a science.

We love St. Gabriel! It is like a second family with outstanding academics. As a Mom, I appreciate the emphasis on good values, good grammar, and good friends.

St. Gabriel is as close to «home» as you can get from a school. I met my best friends there, our moms are still friends, we still go back as «legacy» kids to see our brothers, sisters, neices, and nephews’ plays and concerts, to visit old teachers, and hopefully for me, for my daughter’s first day of kindergarden… that’s right. I loved it so much I wanna send my kid there for 9 years.
St. Gabriel is pretty average academically, but the life skills learned are worth far more to me than algebra in 8^th grade. Although I must say that I do remember doing algebra in 7^th grade… anyway. I feel that the kids that I have met who have gone there come out pretty darn great, and in general, leave the school with a solid spiritual and emotional foundation to make GOOD life decisions with.
Some of the teachers have been there for nearly 50 years (seriously) and although they can be a little outdated with their teaching methodology, they are obviously committed to providing a good education. They certainly aren’t making millions!
All in all, I would HIGHLY recommend S.G. to anyone, and like I said, hopefully my daughter will be there in a few years… go class of…2020!

Yes, sometimes the fog was so thick it even came in the classrooms. Yes, «hot lunch day» was sometimes scary. And yes, the dress code was not uniformly (oops) enforced.
But I believe that I emerged from elementary school (relatively) unscathed, (reasonably) happy, and with the bff I still have today because of St. Gabe’s. The entire school felt like a big family, and it still does (my little brother’s heading into 8^th grade). There’s a reason many of the teachers have been there since the day I started kindergarten (20 years ago) — it’s a great place to be, and a great place to learn. Five stars all around!

Good times. Good times.
Junior high for me was hell on earth, in a catholic school no less. I was the new kid in the 6^th grade and my mom made me follow the uniform guidelines to a tee. I showed up on the first day of school wearing a button down navy blue sweater, navy blue knee high socks, grandma orthopedic shoes, white button down shirt with a peter pan collar and plaid blue pleated skirt — only to find that the girls wore v-​neck sweaters, blue corduroy pants and white ankle socks with Sperry topsiders. Evidently, the uniform guidelines were very loosely interpreted.
I was also the only kid who brought rice to school. Rice with corned beef that after a few hours unheated looked and smelled suspiciously like Alpo. I carried said lunch in a totebag that said «Out to Lunch». It might as well have said «Nonconforming freak show» on it.
But even after all that, I will always cherish memories of the festival, Sister Pauline’s morning address, the Annual Christmas pageant, field trips to Sacramento and Golden Gate Park, New Edition’s Lost in Love at the Graduation Dance. St. Gabriel is like going home.