Harvard University

It’s been nine months. It’s not over yet. My arm tenses in anticipation of the hours of clenching and clutching to come. I’m not ready. The sea of people, my people, melts together into one living mass, breathing steadily, rhythmically; somehow we’ve made it through, raw and weary but hardly defeated. I close my eyes to soothe the pounding beat reverberating through my body. Gaby, you’re ready. I hear the signal. You’re ready. I’ve trained for this moment—I know what I must do: analyze the lasting effects of President Reagan’s economic and social policies. With a small smile and a sigh of…