Here at Washington University, there are a few students who may fly 100 miles to grab lunch or take a walk around a new city for the afternoon—they are pilots.

Say you’re sitting next to a hunky gentleman in a tie. He’s reading some fiction piece from the New Yorker behind almost-hipster glasses. His perfectly-muscular forearm brushes against yours, as you both move for the shared armrest. You’re in seat 14E, and he’s 14F—and all you can think about is how he might be secretly […]