University of East London

The University of East London (UEL) is a public university located in the London Borough of Newham, east London, England. It is based at two campuses in Stratford and Docklands areas, with a third campus, University Square, due to open in Stratford in 2013. The university can trace its roots back to 1892, gaining university status in 1992. The University of East London has more than 28,000 students from 120 countries worldwide.

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