College of the Holy Cross

This school is not for people from the rural midwest. Everyone is from prep school in New England. The majority of guys are here to get ahead in their career and the the girls have fake majors hoping to meet their husbands and become trophy wives. If you want to diet, this is like fat camp where everything that is supposed to be hot is cold, and firm is limp, but make sure not to get injured while exercising too much because hopping around on crutches in -10 degree weather with no elevators or level ground is no fun. The social scene is depressing. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are living hell unless you enjoy becoming so intoxicated that you end up on a stretcher. No one here has any hobbies besides partying, partying, and more partying. Worcester is also one lame college town. If you dare to go under the bridge you enter into a rapist ghetto town. P.S. Don't forget your pepper spray or better yet, just go someone else.

1st Year Female -- Class 2016

Campus Aesthetics: A, Social Life: F

This place is unbelievably horrible. You will spend your school nights up late in the library after attempting to drown your sorrows in the prison food they serve in Kimball. If you're one of the lucky ones, on weekends you'll die of heatstroke in a small hot dorm while shotgunning beer quietly in an attempt to avoid the RAs. Or, on Thursdays, you can go to the singular bar in the cesspool that is Worcester and subject yourself to the judgment eyes of 1/3 of the school's population. Most of the girls here are English majors prancing around in their Barbour jacket and Tori Birch boots eyeing the Blonde haired Econ major thats going to pay their bills for the rest of their lives. STAY HOME. GO TO A PARTY SCHOOL. GET ADDICTED TO METH. Anything is better than this.

1st Year Female -- Class 2016

Faculty Accessibility: A+, Innovation: F