When one enters College Manor it seems lovely and people are engaged. But it depends on their capabilities. For people like my husband who has had Alzheimer's symptoms and has dementia it is a different world. The FOURTH FLOOR is the opposite. Bare and lifeless. If you call their huge TV life then you will be happy because that is what the place provides. My husband had his brand new, still-in-the-box warm and lovely slippers stolen before he even wore them. You are lucky to get three square meals there. The rooms have dirty windows. If you have to relieve your self thank God for Depends. You will have to live in your excrement. And who doesn't smoke there. They must sell the cigs for a dime a pack. I took my husband a plastic container with cut fruit from Giant. The container was still on the table days later. My husband was filthy and cold. His dirty sweater in a basket full of dirty clothes. He fell on the floor and they swear they know when it happened. So who cares about an old man who falls on their wooden floor. You might be told about it a day later, if you are lucky. There was a table of food under food covers in the hallway but obviously not for my husband. Hours later he finally got food. I had taken a large Hershey bar with almonds and left half on the table and it was gone a day later. There was no way my husband could have reached it. How a place like this isn't warned about it's beyond me.