Hunter’s Story: circa August 2015 Dana and I had a class together almost every day our first year at ESF. She was always early, always tutoring other people, and always looking like something straight out of New York City. Do you want to know what she’d never stop doing? Talking. Our sophomore year, I went to Ranger School and thankfully didn’t have to listen to her, but damn, I heard a lot about her. In Spring 2017, I came back to campus for a one-day career fair with the Ranger School class and a bunch of us had lunch with her and some other friends we hadn’t seen all year. She talked the whole time. In Fall 2018 I was back at ESF and on the first day she walked into our Soils class, sat down in front of me, and had an entire conversation with our friend and I. She talked through our next class, and the next, and the next. Fast forward to April 2018, and her voice started sounding a little sweeter when she introduced herself to me across a library table. The rest would (eventually) be history. Dana’s Story: circa April 2018 First of all, I swear Hunter and I never interacted before I saw him at that library table in April 2018. All I wanted to do was transcribe my class notes for the day so I could hand them out to my, or should I say our, friends. I walked into the library and headed for the furthest table in the study area, always occupied by the Forestry students who were creatures of habit, tradition, and most importantly, silence. These literal lumberjacks had just completed a full year at Ranger School, isolated in the Adirondacks with only the trees to talk to. I noticed a guy wearing a Chevy hat who felt like home. I shouted, “HEY, are you new? I’m Dana.” He looked up, smirked and said, “Yeah…I’m not going to waste my time asking if you have a mute button.” I spent the afternoon sitting next to him on the floor and hearing the details of how I’d been in all the same classes as him during our shared time at Main Campus, how I’d spent an afternoon exploring a career fair with him and our mutual friends, and even sat in front of him and had full conversations with him and our friend in Soils class. It’s been five and a half years at this point. Hunter has never let Dana live down her terrible memory, and Dana still hasn’t stopped talking.