University of West Georgia

The University of West Georgia is a comprehensive doctoral-granting university in Carrollton, Georgia, approximately 45 miles (80 km) west of Atlanta, Georgia. The University is built on 645 acres (2 km²) including a recent land gift of 246 acres (1 km²) from the city of Carrollton in 2003. Off-campus classes are available in Dalton, Newnan, Georgia Highlands College in Rome, and at several other community locations throughout the state. It has an enrollment of about 11,600 students. For the past six years, the University has been named as one of the Best Southeastern Colleges by The Princeton Review.

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