The vehicles and the people - you just would not believe the people. People were crying because their flights were canceled and they were screaming.

The Mercy Regional paramedics were transported via ambulance to Franklin Hospital, then later released.

We didn't really have any bad weather at all, and you couldn't really tell what was going to happen.

We were scheduled to leave on Sunday morning, and they gave us all of these warnings. They said there was a good chance that our flight would be canceled.

A lot of people know that I [was] the Honor chair but don't know me personally.

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.