The University of Massachusetts Lowell (also known as UMass Lowell or UML) is a public university in Lowell, Massachusetts, United States, and part of the University of Massachusetts system. With more than 1100 faculty members and more than 16,000 students, it is the largest university in the Merrimack Valley, the third-largest state institution behind UMass Amherst and UMass Boston.
The university offers more than 120 degree choices, internships, bachelor’s to master’s programs and doctoral studies in the colleges of Fine Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences, Sciences, Engineering and Manning School of Business, the School of Health and Environment, and the Graduate School of Education.
UMass Lowell's men's hockey program has produced numerous professional players for the National Hockey League.
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