For many freshman, this abbreviation conjures up bittersweet mixed emotions. The DC is the Dining Commons, the place where the food is crap, but hey, it's paid for.

I used to use the DC as a dishwashing service, too. Everybody would smuggle dishes out and upstairs to their rooms. We'd eat our own food using their dishes and silverware, and leave the dirties in the laundry room sink. The cleaning service would return them to the DC where they'd be cleaned, and we'd go back and smuggle some more clean ones.