actions, not words.

This post was pinned because of the discussion of psychological concepts, and poetry. Today was better than the first Monday after break deserved to be, but that doesn't mean it was necessarily good. I couldn't sleep for a long while, pinned awake by emotional stresses, and I thus spent some time upping my spirits by going through the parts of my email which I save just for times like these (labeled "Fun" and "Achievements.") I also discovered that my mentor at RSI has an Erdos number of 5, which means that (with some fudging, since RSI papers aren't published) I have an Erdos number of 6! Also, because successful mathematicians often have a lot of students, my mentor's "mathematical lineage" traces up to Gauss, Laplace, Lagrange, Poisson, Fourier, Dirichlet, Lipschitz, Weierstrass (who formalized the definition of a limit), etc., which is quite impressive to be honest. I ended up getting up around 6:50 or so, and after breakfast and wh

This post is alternatively titled "Anxiety: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!." It is also surprisingly long, but I think that's because writing helps quell my emotions. I hate this. Everything that happened today should have led to today being a good day. Nothing went wrong, it was a Friday, all the ingredients were there for it being an amazing day. Why then, do I still feel like I'm falling apart? I don't know, but it hurts like hell. Today started off in the bitter cold of 6°F, because when South Dakota hears that winter is coming it goes hard up. The roads were not slippery though, thankfully, so the driving experience at least gave me some semblance of control over something in my life. I printed some Spanish stuff and worked on not very much while in the library before class this morning. AP Psych was uneventful; we introduced our new unit which is social psych. One of the assignments is to "break a social norm", which personally I find mildly ridiculou