Henry P. Becton Regional High School ("Becton") is an American four-year comprehensive public high school serving students in ninth through twelfth grades from two relatively small communities in Bergen County, New Jersey, operating as part of the Carlstadt-East Rutherford Regional School District. Students are served from both Carlstadt and East Rutherford. The school was named in honor of Henry P. Becton, son of Becton Dickinson co-founder Maxwell Becton, who donated part of the company's original East Rutherford property to be used as a site for the construction of the school. Becton Regional High School is accredited by the New Jersey Department of Education and has been accredited by the Middle States Association of Colleges and Schools since 1938.
As of the 2010-11 school year, the school had an enrollment of 488 students and 34.0 classroom teachers (on an FTE basis), for a student–teacher ratio of 14.35:1. There were 85 students (17.4% of enrollment) eligible for free lunch and 24 (4.9% of students) eligible for reduced-cost lunch.
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