Over move-in weekend, my friend’s father sat down with a woman working in the LBC. Curious as to the sort of student body his daughter would encounter at Tulane, he asked her: “what’s one word you would use to describe Tulane students?” She answered; “spoiled.” When I heard this story, I was angry. I didn’t want to belong to a student body with such a reputation. But I realized, even with this awareness and desire to bridge the gap between who I want to be and this negative image of Tulane students, I had never taken substantial time out of my days to meet and talk with any of the people who served me at Bruff, cleaned my bathrooms, or patrolled my campus in order to keep me safe. Sure, I engaged in niceties with various staff here and there, I always made an effort to be polite. And yet, these superficial interactions had not been enough for me to develop any real relationship with the people ensuring my Tulane experience is be a comfortable one.