San Mateo Middle College High School
College of San Mateo (commonly referred to as CSM) is a community college in San Mateo, California. It is part of the San Mateo County Community College District.
Established in 1922, CSM serves about 10,000 students each semester. The college offers 99 majors, 67 A.A./A.S. degree majors, 67 certificate programs, and hundreds of transfer areas.
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