According to this author, Ohio is not without its share of race problems. When she first came to the university as a student finishing a master's degree in American culture, the university did not have an American culture program, so she needed to improvise. She did this by following the recommendation of several counselors and filling her class hours with courses in addiction studies. She had not given much thought to her culture as a factor in her education until she got into the addiction classes, where the stereotypical drunken Indian seemed to have its place. She was outraged at how little the general public knew about her culture, even though the state of Ohio purports to have a great number of people of Indian heritage. All the stereotypes she had read about or witnessed on "F Troop" were believed. She felt the need and crossed that line between advocate and activist. Upon finishing her master's degree, the author was offered a position at the university teaching native classes. The director of the addictions program rewrote one of the classes so that it would fall under the addiction umbrella. This course became known as Native Culture and Treatment Applications, and was offered at the university and to other area colleges affiliated with the university through distance learning. This essay relates the author's experience at the university, which has been an endeavor of love for her people. She believes that talking to people and changing their perception of the stereotypical Native has given her more rewards than tenure ever could.