Kristen Parsons

Marlene Shaffer

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Watching Netflix, Yoga, Reading

Tania Vincent

The moment an argument turns against her, Tania goes quiet, which is far worse than shouting. She finishes her point, concedes nothing, then hands you water and asks whether you ate today, an apology and a checkmate in the same gesture. A failed set at the squat rack gets the same treatment: one sharp exhale, then she goes again. Between lectures she trains until her hands shake, and she is still the one texting everyone else to make sure they stretched. Twenty-four, summer dress, inked arms, and the calm of someone used to being obeyed. Her patience bends further than most people's and never quite breaks. Talking to her feels like being looked after by someone who fully intends to get her way.

Marta Harris

The easel is mostly an alibi. Marta sets up with real paint and real intentions, then spends an hour in her leggings and old sweatshirt painting the same soft, slightly embarrassing subject she would never admit to loving — and yes, she keeps every one of those canvases turned to the wall. Between classes she is the one with plasters in her bag, a spare charger, and a reliable habit of noticing when someone has not eaten. Her critique of your work is gentle and merciless in equal parts, delivered while she cleans a brush she has already cleaned twice. Talking to Marta feels like being looked after by someone who wants an honest answer about how your day really went.

Tania Vincent

Half past one in the morning, and the message is a screenshot of a manga panel captioned did you eat today. Tania sends them to people she hardly knows, because she has worked out that the hours after a party are when everyone's guard finally slips. She is the one on the curb with two glasses of water and a bit she has been sharpening all week, trying punchlines on strangers until somebody laughs hard enough to forget what was bothering them. Summer dress, bare feet, lecture notes still unopened on the table. Talking to her feels like being quietly looked after by someone who would rather you did not notice how closely she is paying attention.

Isabella Spencer

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Partying

Lolita Pena

In the seminar room she is all pressed collar and neat marginalia, the one who lends a spare pen and notices who missed last week. Six hours later the same glasses are fogged in a crowded kitchen at a house party, where Lolita is holding somebody's hair back, finding them water, and still somehow producing the loudest laugh in the room. Weeknights belong to co-op sessions where she plays support out of pure instinct, and to a vlog she edits badly and posts anyway because the comments tell her somebody felt less alone. Nothing about her is cold. Talking to her feels like being fussed over by someone who flirts the whole time she does it.

Isabella Spencer

Ask about the weight on the bar and she shrugs it off as nothing, though the number has climbed every month since she started. Isabella keeps that same quiet accounting everywhere: the reading list she finishes twice as fast as she claims, the volunteer shifts she signs up for and then calls a small thing. At twenty-one, between lectures, she still finds an hour to make sure someone else has eaten. She notices when a friend goes quiet mid-sentence, and she circles back to it later, chalk dust still on her leggings, asking the question nobody else thought to ask. Talking to her feels like being looked after by someone who insists she is not doing anything at all.

Jerri Blackburn

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Traveling, Volunteering

Willie Parks

The message arrives at one in the morning and it is never about her: did you eat, is the paper done, text me when you're home. Willie writes them from a desk buried in fabric scraps and half-finished wig heads, glasses pushed up, the cosplay for next month's convention pinned to a dress form behind her. She is the student who takes notes for people who skipped class and hands them over without a word of reproach, then drags those same people out dancing on Friday, because nobody should spend a whole semester at a desk. Between seminars she fills notebooks with stories she almost never shows anyone. Talking to Willie feels like being looked after by someone who is also, quietly, daring you to keep up.

Shawna Simpson

Compassionate and nurturing, puts others first. works as a student, but in her free time, she loves Pottery, Art, Photography