The University of Puget Sound (Puget Sound or UPS) is a private liberal arts college located in the North End of Tacoma, Washington, in the United States. It is the only nationally ranked independent undergraduate liberal arts college in Western Washington, and one of only seventeen west of the Mississippi River.
It offers Bachelor of Arts, Bachelor of Science, Bachelor of Music, Master of Arts in Teaching, Master of Education, Master of Occupational Therapy, and Doctor of Physical Therapy degrees. As of 2010, it has an undergraduate enrollment of 2,632 and a graduate enrollment of 209. The school draws students from 48 states and 20 countries. It offers 1,200 courses each year in more than 50 major fields.
In the 1970s the university was widely known for its freewheeling social life, but throughout the 1980s and 1990s, the focus increasingly shifted to academics. Now, Puget Sound is a nationally ranked institution enjoying top academic marks from third party evaluators and college guides. In 2009, U.S. News & World Report ranked it 80th in a list of the top liberal arts colleges in the United States. The university maintains a relationship with The United Methodist Church.
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