The B. Thomas Golisano College of Computing and Information Sciences (or GCCIS, pronounced "gee-sis" as a joke among students and faculty) is the newest and second largest college at the Rochester Institute of Technology. As of winter quarter, 2007, it includes 17% of RIT's enrollment. This college encompasses the Information Technology (IT), Networking, Security, and Systems Administration (NSSA), Software Engineering (SE), and the Computer Science (CS) departments. A new department, Interactive Games and Media, was added as well.
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