Student Leadership

Tyler Coffey

But, for to speken of hir conscience,
She was so charitable and so pitous
She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mous
Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.
Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde
With rosted flesh, or milk and wastel-breed.
But soore weep she of oon of hem were deed,
Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte;
And all was conscience, and tender herte.

Claire Graves

Claire is a senior Athletic Training major in the Division of Kinesiology. Ask her a sports injury related question and she’ll talk forever. She enjoys anything involving health, staying active, and teamwork. Her summers are spent saving lives and teaching swim lessons in her hometown Grosse Pointe, MI. Claire also enjoys spending time with children so that she can be a child sometimes too.

Sam Haines

IT is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

Anson Isaacs

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying
And the flung spry and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Elissa Karstu

let's see bio. I'm really a nordic fairy. Yes I'm the one that frosts the land in the night in the fall to make winter.  My homeland being finland, but I migrated on a fairy-dust cloud to the outskirts of the keweenaw. Heck YES>>. I'm a yooper. my brother has a bee bee imbedded in his deep eye tissue and everything. and almost everyone in my family plays hockey even my little sister. I speak my own language and make up my own grammar. It's a combination of finnish in the form of english, yooper lingo, and my own ridiculous creation of words and making them into a song. oh yeah I'm a dance major it's been my dream since I started dancing when I was two and a half. I was an art major or am.... but I'm not going to keep that up, I'd rather under go being an "artist" on my own (like I have the rest of my existence thus far I guess, at least that's what they tell me.) My biggest passion is to be able to inspire people. I am always exploding with inspiration and there's nothing more satisfying to me than to be able to spread the wealth.

I think that might be a sufficient me in a nut shell??? eh?

Jessica Lin

Jessica is a grad student in the business school and the school of natural resources & environment. In her free time she loves picking up odd illnesses while traveling. Recent ails include: frostbite from backpacking in WV, dysentery from Rio de Janeiro, and a green toenail fungus from Havana. If you want to get her fired up ask her about SUVs.

Theo Katzman

Theo is a Sophomore Jazz and Contemplative Studies major. You ask yourself, "What does that mean?" He doesn't know either. Theo loves playing music, cooking and brewing, and spending time with cool people. Born in Manhattan, but raised (no prejudices, please) on Long Island, he's an east coast guy at heart, but loves traveling anywhere he can.

Kendal Sparks

When I consider how my light is spent,
E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny’d,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’re Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and waite.

Lucie Stein-Cartford

Lucie is a sophomore in LSA who is obsessed with languages and wants to be a translator. Her major is the one with the longest title in the entire University: Arabic, Armenian, Persian, Turkish and Islamic Studies. Basically that means she wants to study Arabic.

Her life goals include attending a World Cup and the Olympics, and learning to speak and read 10 languages. She also wouldn’t mind acquiring her own private library in order to fulfill her craving for books. You’re likely to find her playing Ultimate Frisbee or soccer, or counting the days until she gets to see her long-distance significant other. The weirdest thing she does on a regular basis is ancient English country-dancing that involves hopping around with bells strapped to her legs.

Charles Vanover

Charles Vanover grew up in the Episcopal Church.  He was baptized and confirmed at Christ Church, Winnetka, Illinois.  He was a member of the congregation's boys choir and was made Head Chorister his senior year in high school.  He graduated from the University of Chicago and worked as a freelance copywriter for advertising agencies in the city.  When he was 28 he became a teacher for the Chicago Public Schools and worked in that system for eight years.  He received a fellowship to study urban education as a Ph.D. Student at the University of Michigan and left the classroom for life in Ann Arbor.  He has attended services at Canterbury House since he began his studies.  Currently, Chales works as a policy analyst for the Study of Instructional Improvement.  His dissertation work, "The Expertise in Uban Teaching Project," focuses on how beginning and highly-skilled urban educators care for their students and teach English and language arts.

Karen Wabeke

I'm a third-year law student at U. of M.  And no matter where I am at any given moment I know I'd rather be at The Prickly Pear in A2 eating a beef chimichanga. (It's not always on their regular menu, but they'll make it if you ask.) I'm just finishing up Jane Gooddall's book "In the Shadow of Man" -- I love chimps and other primates!  And I love my Jack Russell Terrier Jock.