I initially loved this school back when I enrolled in 2015. Everything was going great until my older brother died in 2017 from an opioid overdose before the Fall 2017 semester They call it "community" college even though I was having a breakdown and no one intervened instead of two academic counselors.
Fast forward to April 15th this year, I became homeless by having to leave the home due to domestic violence. Thank God there was a social worker employed within the last six months or I would have been completely forgotten about. The president who "cares so deeply" about her students never reached out to me nor did most of the deans. Dean Cunningham helped, but it was mostly the social worker who did all the emergency housing placements. I was at an anonymous shelter sleeping on a dirty couch and not ONCE did any higher-up reach out to me.
I can say a handful of faculty members were extremely helpful (Linda Benvenuti, Liz Parent, Karen Kortz, and Isabel Trombetti, Amanda Vanner) but the officials at this college couldn't care less about their students.
I am not proud I received my diploma from a school that would have left me to rot if it weren't for Shanna and Carlene who also work at CCRI saving my life. The 3.7 GPA I've worked so hard for is insignificant to the administrative members. Oh, what about academics? They are fine. Just don't get into multiple crises because you are on your own. If you want "community" go to URI or anything other than CCRI. You actually mean something in those places.
Cheers!!!