Spring semester 2015 gathered five unlikely students and one instructor in a small quiet spot on the second floor main hallway: Room 239. It is a rather airless space with two windows that look out on industrial brick and bleached roofing materials; it easily feels cramped. There is a small computer on a side table, a rosy-brown armoire that hides a television and DVD player, two trash cans, and ten chairs. There are no wall decorations. Into this room I welcomed Dan Baker, Maddie Balantine, Geran Miter, Casey O’Brien, and Everett Renderer one frosty day in January. We looked around and decided we had no choice.