Math is hard. I'd just like to point this out. It is also a lot of work. It's midnight, I've got four big things to do by Friday. One of which I've started, because it's due tomorrow afternoon.
On the other hand, it's late April. I mean, I know that in most of the US it's February. But trust me. California is a different country. And in this country, it's late April. A Bostoner teased me yesterday for wearing a small wool cap and light jacket, and he knows what's up. (By the way, if anyone would care to mail me some snow it would be very much appreciated. I'd keep it framed in my room, and pretend there were more of it. Just make sure to mail it over ice, or else it might spoil.)
On the other other hand, QUALS! Quals loom. It's what they do. Did I mention math is hard?
It doesn't snow here; there are math blizzards instead. It makes me dizzy. Sometimes, the blizzard clears for just a little bit, and there is a bit of calm. In those calm bits, I've managed to live another life. There's me skiing through some woods at Tahoe. There's me eating at a diner in Chinatown, discovering that they have fresh steamed red bean buns. There's me in the kitchen candying orange peels and coating them with chocolate. But even in the calm bits there is the certainty that the blizzard will sweep in again, and send me back into a world where everything looks like math, and I can't seem to find my bearings.
But somehow, the storm will end. Quals will happen soon, and they are its source. Next year, I can choose what I want to study. With any luck, it won't be a burden anymore, but a pursuit. For now, though, I've got my pile of work.
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