I've seen a lot of people I know kind of get into trouble. They come to college and there are a million things you want to do and you have to pay for books ... and before you know it, you're in debt for the next 20 years.

It's a huge change in dynamic from what I visualize as a typical classroom. You get to hear real people talk about their experiences in the workplace.

One of the great things about this program, even at the beginning, is that you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. If you're like me and you do have a family, boy, night classes until the end of time aren't that attractive.

In the wake of his breakdown, Oswaldo had become hyperattuned to the way he, and people like him, were perceived. For his first three years at Yale, he'd been frustrated by these perceptions, feeling that they were inescapable, allowing that caged feeling to overwhelm him. The perspective granted him by two weeks of near total isolation had led him to believe that he––and in a much bigger way, Rob––had only propagated the ignorance of their peers. Because they did get stoned all the time, they did get angry, they did dress like thugs, they did talk shit about a college education that might set them up for fulfilling lives, they did set themselves apart. For Oswaldo, the issue had ceased to be a philosophical and historical one, and instead had come to revolve around a simple goal: to graduate from Yale without making that task harder than it needed to be. After all, that was the point of college––not freedom, not alcohol, not relationships, but to obtain a degree.

We got into a little bit of foul trouble and they crawled back into it.

The big difference was when Juric got into foul trouble. She wasn't able to defend in the second half with four fouls. (Becca) Pugh was able to score on her inside on shots that usually she would block. Colfax got some nice looks off that. That really hurt us.