Toms River High School North

Toms River High School North is a four-year public high school, and was the second high school established in Toms River, in Ocean County, New Jersey, United States, operating as part of the Toms River Regional Schools. The school opened in 1969 when the original high school (now called Toms River High School South) was found to be too small to accommodate the fast-growing community. However, the first class to graduate wasn't until 1971, since all of the seniors were kept at the TRHSS for the class of 1970. Toms River High School North is the largest of all schools in the Toms River Regional School district. The TRHSN mascot is the Mariner, and the school colors are blue and gold. The other high schools in the district are Toms River High School East and Toms River High School South. The school day lasts six hours and 20 minutes. Toms River high schools are some of the earliest daily closing high schools in New Jersey, closing at 1:35 PM everyday.

As of the 2010-11 school year, the school had an enrollment of 2,242 students and 149.8 classroom teachers (on an FTE basis), for a student–teacher ratio of 14.97:1. There were 303 students (13.5% of enrollment) eligible for free lunch and 72 (3.2% of students) eligible for reduced-cost lunch.

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