By Han Xu

ON INTERSTATE 295 OUTSIDE WASHINGTON, 6:06 p.m. — I’m back on the Af-Am House bus, and all of the other Yalies have returned, too.  Many are already sprawled across their bus seats and have fallen asleep.

On one bus, a group of students have cut into the celebratory cake that they brought down with them.  Despite the crushing crowds and frigid temperatures, spirits are still high, undoubtedly uplifted by the occasion and atmosphere.