Northern Highlands Regional High School (NHRHS) is a regional public high school and school district in Allendale, Bergen County, New Jersey, United States. The school serves students in grades 9–12 from Allendale, Ho-Ho-Kus, Saddle River, and Upper Saddle River. Students from Saddle River have the option of attending either Northern Highlands or Ramsey High School, as part of sending/receiving relationships with the two districts.
As of the 2009-10 school year, the district's one school had an enrollment of 1,334 students and 117 classroom teachers (on an FTE basis), for a student–teacher ratio of 11.40:1.
The district is classified by the New Jersey Department of Education as being in District Factor Group "J", the highest of eight groupings. District Factor Groups organize districts statewide to allow comparison by common socioeconomic characteristics of the local districts. From lowest socioeconomic status to highest, the categories are A, B, CD, DE, FG, GH, I and J.
Among graduates in 2010, 97% planned to attend college, with 91.2% planning to attend four-year colleges and 6.0% to attend a two-year colleges.
Northern Highlands Regional High School is accredited by the New Jersey Department of Education.
The school newspaper is called The Highland Fling.
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