Tuesday morning around 6 am, I found myself crammed into a high school hallway with several hundred other sleepyheads, and it was as if I had been transported back to my freshman year–complete with hall monitors, one of whom is pictured here trying to reassure us that the line isn’t as long as it looks, and we should make it to the voting machines within an hour. Hall monitors! They never change. It took two hours. But it was worth it.