City College of San Francisco

City College of San Francisco, or CCSF, is a two-year community college in San Francisco, California. The Ocean Avenue campus, in the Ingleside neighborhood, is the college's primary location. With an enrollment in excess of 100,000 students, City College of San Francisco is the largest community and junior college in the United States, and the second-largest collegiate institution overall. The college is experiencing significant public difficulties, including dire warnings from its regional accreditor, and severe financial issues "exacerbated by 'operational dysfunction.'

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