The lunch food is nice and basic, but I don't like the teachers. Overall it's great for learning,…read morethe outdoors to go for recess are pretty average size.

I literally hate delta with all my heart, The staff, the teachers, the students, the whole school,…read morefirst of all the staff are always screaming at you and mr T the only somewhat cool one, second of all, no one wants to be a teacher there so they literally pick who ever offers, literally, the teachers are so bad and don't know what there talking about, let's about some of the teachers, first of all ms ramos, i can't even understand her half the time, she literally doesn't know how to teach and at this point just talks, all she does most of the time is tell us to be quiet "____ number 1 please" 24/7, now Ms huch (older) she has got to be the most disrespectful rude teacher i've ever meant, my sister told me what happened a couple days ago, so is younger huchs class she was arguing with a student and it ended with younger huch crying and then going to tell her mom (older huch) older huch comes in, i don't know the whole thing but i do know some details, she immediately says "WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON IN HERE" then she's arguing with the student that made younger huch cry and this is some details to the argument (huch) "didn't your parents teach you some manners?!" (student) "my dad died and my moms a alcoholic" (huch) "thats why you have no manners" "your people are always like this" these are just some details not the whole in order argument, A student also asks why she cusses at students and she "" says cuz i can, uh no you can't. as you can see, older huch is so disrespectful, arguing, cussing, talking bad apon children in multiple different ways, and RACIST, in 2024?? I still don't know how she's not fired. Now to Ms. Ben Ali, I was minding my business in class doing absolutely nothing but my work in class and haven't said a single word the whole time because i hate everyone and everything in that class, then Ms. Ben Ali comes up and makes me give me my phone for no absolute reason, I haven't looked or even touched my phone the whole time, I didn't even have data at the time to even do anything on my phone. Anyways now to the students, the students are literally so mean and are a big reason on why i hate school, there's always new rumors about me, there always sliding in some mean comments when i haven't even done anything, there always saying stuff about my appearance like I didn't already know, and so much more stuff. I swear students are always doing stuff that should be taken care of and should have consequences, but they no one ever does anything, now let's also talk a little bit about dress code, yes dress code is whatever but it's the unfairness, there are some students that I will not name that are always getting favorited and never getting dress coded, and then there are some that are always getting picked on (more then just dress code) I genuinely hate that school, school is supposed to my escape from home because I hate being home, but I just feel like i'm trapped in a never ending bad loop, i really can't wait to get out of this school, the students are such bad influences too, and if you want your child to actually learn and not hate school, DONT put them in this school, Delta Sierra Middle School.

The staff is very caring and concerned about their students education and success. It starts with…read morethe principal Mr Tatum.

My child chose to move to this middle school even though she could have stayed at her K-8…read moreelementary school. It was definitely a good move. Teachers are here because they actually like junior high kids, as does the principal, Mr. Asplund. And the big population of just 12-14 year olds means there are lots of choices for finding friends. We have appreciated the structured day and the opportunity for interesting elective classes. The kids have a very regular schedule with few surprises. They have every subject every day, including p.e. The band program and the math education have been especially strong. The few weaknesses here are really the fault of the State of California, not the school itself. The school lacks any kind of foreign language instruction, and despite building a beautiful library, the school can no longer afford a librarian. There is a strict dress code here (not a uniform) which may or may not appeal to everyone, but it serves its purpose and is easy enough to follow. Being near the campus of Lincoln High also gives the students some familiarity with the high school before starting there. Go Sierra go!

Back in 84' parents had to sleep out on the street to get into this public school. Which meant that…read morethe school attracted kids with parents who cared and teachers that wanted to teach the kids of parents that cared. This was a time when public school in Stockton was in high demand. Pops slept out there for 4 days to get me in. Somehow in 1985, sleeping on the street was deemed "unfair" and the school became a traditional public school, opened to any kid with a pulse. Now, I've seen people sleep on the street before. Waiting for concert tickets, homeless, just plain tired. Whatever the reason I have never thought to myself " That looks nice, I'd like to sleep on the street but I can't. Hey you there...yeah you..... sleeping on the street. That's "unfair" of you for being miserable and not getting a good nights sleep and although I'm unwilling to do the same I do have the time to petition the schoolboard and prevent this "unfair" practice of waiting in line for 4 days via "street sleeping" to get my kid in school." Side note: Prior to 1984 you didn't have to sleep on the street if you were a close friend of Principle Coffee who let in the his friends kids automatically. We weren't. (Fucker) After enrollment I began my first day of school. Terrible experience. Especially when Stacey Carter told me at lunch that tuna fish smelled and that I was gross. It took me 15 yrs to get back on the horse and eat some albacore. Since I wouldn't wear shoes with laces or pants that weren't sweats mom tried to compensate by putting me in a izod shirt with a collar. Which only made me look homeless. You know how homeless people sometimes have one piece of clothing thats just too nice and looks out of place when compared to the rest of their clothes. i.e. Drunken man in an unbuttoned ripped windbreaker, filthy tight jeans and bandana but has brand new polished Sperry deck shoes w/ tassels. My homeless style continued through grammer school until highschool where uniforms were mandatory. No joke. Ask Ben: http://smartestmanalive.yelp.com There are two kinds of white kids at public schools in Stockton. Those with ethnic last names and those without. Even if you were albino but had a last name like "Ramirez" you were free from beatings, harassment, name-calling and the usual rough housing. Because of course no one with an ethnic last name was considered white. (Ask Ben) http://smartestmanalive.yelp.com I was the other type of white guy. Especially during recess. Ah recess. Time for a little physical activity...outdoors...fresh air. More like a time to let all the crack babies out all at once and let them kill each other. Seriously there were skirmishes or for sake of a better word brawls everyday. Why ? Cause none of the kids brought food and the school lunch provided was so gross that I wouldn't feed it to a dog. Nothing crazier than 250 kids hungrey for food and fighting. (This was also back when public schools had dedicated smoke lounges so all the teachers would smoke a pack and half in a effort to try and kill themselves before lunch ended and we returned to class) 1990 was the best year of all due to a teachers strike. It was the usual bullshit about more money, more benefits, larger smoking lounges, free cigarettes.... blah, blah, blah. Luckily neither side could agree for 3 weeks so we got a huge jump start on summer. Yes !!! (Who else has been to the waterslides in the Costco parking lot 10 days in a row? Me.) In 4th grade we met Webster Slaugher a wide reciever for the Browns. I had absolutley no idea who he was. Turns out he not only had an awesome last name but, was a 2 time pro-bowler and and related to Ms. Wyatt, our 4th grade teacher. Then in 5th grade we had to donate out clothes for the 2nd time to Armando's family cause his dumb fuck dad burned the house down (again). This time he left hot coals in a paper bag on the carpet and went to the store. Future Darwin Award Winner huh? In sixth grade we went to Science camp. The highlight had next to nothing to do with Science. Seeing what would happen if a close friend of mine could keep a bet to not shit for the entire week was far more compeling. Turns out he kept the bet and nothing that cool happened. Seventh and eight grade was spent hoping that the glue and staples we jammed into the door locks would postpone class for at least a half hour.

I was one of the lucky kids who's parents cared enough about them to sleep outside to get my name…read moreon the attendance list of this premier Stockton public school. In it's heyday CSSS was unsurpassed in teacher dedication, classroom participation, and parent participation. Kindergarten was fun, until I saw Stacy Carter throw up white stuff (my first cognitive vomit memory), and someone stole my Dukes of Hazzard lunch box (still painful). The next year the admission rules had changed and the influx of crack babies began. (See Joe's comments about unfair ground sleeping practices: http://burritoeater.yelp.com) Still the great teachers were there, for quite a few years after that. I continued to receive the best education that Stockton had to offer. The various crack babies taught me street smarts and the value of diplomacy.(Muhammad was 6'4" with a mustache in 4th grade, there was no way I was going to take him on.) The teachers taught me all about science, and social studies. As the years passed on, being white in a predominantly crack-baby school wasn't the easiest thing, I did have an "ethnic" last name so some people didn't mess with me as much. (ask Joe: http://burritoeater.yelp.com) Recess was like "Rise of the Crack Babies". Aside from Edmund punching the teatherball poles straight-on as hard as he could...kids were running rampant, destroying everything in their wake. Throwing rocks at passing cars, shoving pebbles into the locks, etc. A sight to behold for sure. I would stick to the "white kid games" such as teatherball, and four square, but some fucker always came in and got really good so we couldn't play any more. There was also a time when Regan shut down all mental institutions and released all the psyhcos into the world. It just so happened that there was a mental institution across the street from our school. How convenient! Shortly thereafter, a rule was imposed to stay away from the fence on that side of the street and not talk to anyone walking or loitering nearby. Then Bart Simpson shirts were banned and all hell broke loose. I was also the "artist" at school so I would sell drawings of low-riders, cholas, pot leaves, and "tag" peoples names for them. My first business venture. The drawings more than paid for my supplies (Hershey's chocolate scented pencils, porsche pencil sharpener). This school was such a huge part of my childhood, maybe because I went there for 9 years in a row (Ask Joe: http://burritoeater.yelp.com). Or maybe because the teachers really cared about my education, talked to my parents regularly, and helped me in any way they could. There was no way I was growing up to be an ignorant dumb-ass like many other kids who came in later through my elementary career. We were the core group of kids who were there from the beginning, we were the smart ones.

Over the years of dropping by everyday to pick up my siblings, things just never seemed to get…read morebetter. Matter of fact, things just got worse. Worse than the high school I went to. Only one person out of the whole administration and staffing seemed to really care about the wellbeing of my younger siblings. And unfortunately that person retired last year. All I hear and see are bad things. Fights nonstop, lacking security, and unfair treatment. Some teachers are so childish, act like bullies to literal kids and are racist. Doesn't make any sense. Why is there favoritism? I've gone in for meetings before and have been treated poorly. Do yourself a favor and choose a different school to put your child in.

i got jumped by students that go there and there basketball team lost by dang near 40 against…read moreEdison this isn't a good look no hate tho just my opinion ps the kids that jumped me jumped me over a bet that I won.

Located in downtown Stockton and ranked as one of the best high schools in California. This is not…read moreyour ordinary school and the curriculum is no joke. The academic standards are high, the work is tough and the students that attend this school are among the brightest. It's a small school with teachers that are ready and willing to give the students one on one help when needed and are available via e-mail or to meet in person. Something I greatly appreciate. My son is now a junior and I will miss this place and the incredible staff once he graduates.

This school is one of the best schools nationwide. They prepare their students for what is up…read moreahead. There is no playing around on this school because even summer my kids are still doing homework for next grade level that they are going to be in. The teachers and staff are exceptional. They are very knowledgeable on their job and can be easily reachable by email or in person. This school's curriculum will drill your brain. There are a lot of studying going on but if you need help they will not hesitate to help you out.

Children have too much access to IPad in the classroom. Mean girl vibes from the special education…read moreteachers. Noticed red flags working there.

I want to thank this school for welcoming my son with open arms. He was sent home from Manteca High…read morefor head-butting two paraprofessionals so it has been established that he needs a more intensive care. He has severe intellectual disability and autism spectrum disorder. This school is what he needs to address his behavioral and sensory needs. Thank you so much!