Noah
The committee meets in a conference room on the second floor of the student union, six students seated around a table with laptops open and a whiteboard already half filled with ideas nobody's asked us about yet. The committee chair, a junior named Priya who's clearly run a dozen of these events without a single hiccup, greets us both with the kind of professional warmth that says she's already heard every rumor about us and has decided to be diplomatic about it anyway.
"We're thrilled to have both of you leading this," she says, which feels like a stretch given everything that's happened, but I let it slide. "We were thinking a 5K fun run, maybe combined with a silent auction. Something both fan bases can get behind."
"A run's fine," Ethan says. "But it needs a hockey element. A s
