Indian Hills High School (New Jersey)
Indian Hills High School is a comprehensive four-year public high school located in Bergen County, New Jersey. The school is a part of the Ramapo Indian Hills Regional High School District, serving students from Franklin Lakes, Oakland and Wyckoff. The high school is located in Oakland. Ramapo High School is the other high school in the district. Students from the three feeder districts may make the choice in eighth grade of which high school to attend.
As of the 2010-11 school year, the school had an enrollment of 1,181 students and 88.3 classroom teachers (on an FTE basis), for a student–teacher ratio of 13.37:1. There were 18 students (1.5% of enrollment) eligible for free lunch and no students eligible for reduced-cost lunch.
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