math geek, social life

So...I met my fellow first-years on Tuesday Sept. 15, when we pretty much all bombed the analysis qual. Last week, Jenya and I decided that we'd have a potluck dinner tonight at Cary's place (because it's a big room in the expensive dorms), and we invited him to it. This worked very well, and was very yummy! In fact all but two people came, and I brought my roommate (third-year in immunology, Sharon) who also had a good time. And I had perhaps a half-hour-or-longer conversation about philosophy with Henry, which I didn't expect as his general attitude on life is much more laid-back than my own. I recognize that my delight in having such conversations with people is almost like keeping a count of conquests, so you needn't poke fun at me.

( I have my energy back, for now, yay! )

Also, this is like a protective cocoon keeping me away from harsh reality. I relish that, and I have to do it anyway because I need to have friends nearby. Not that I don't still think my dark thoughts and miss my friends, because I do miss you. And I am lonely at times, as I have no-one who is likely to make me feel better when I'm down, yet. But I like my roommate a lot! And, well, I have exhilarating, terrifying, satisfying things to do before I have to worry about what comes next.