So we had a study session for Proofs today.
I use the phrase “study session” very loosely because we were all so stressed that we were just being off-topic as hell.
Things we talked about:
- Our favorite books
- Dante’s Inferno
- The levels of hell
- Getting masticated by the devil and how awesome that would be
- Getting masticated in general
- Doing the “getting masticated by the devil” interpretive dance
- How “do an interpretive dance of getting masticated by the devil” would be fantastic extra credit on the final
- How someone with parasigmatism would ever tell anybody they had it
- REALLY DUMB MATH JOKES
- “I’m not happy until I’ve been groped!”
- Our favorite words
- Trying to figure out what de-masticating would entail
- Doing the “de-mastication” interpretive dance
- How much better our final would be if we could just do interpretive dances of our proofs
- How much better our final would be if we could just sing and/or play an instrument depicting our proofs
- Plans to bring clarinets/saxophones/cellos/guitars/pianos to our final and just play Christmas music instead
- The clarinet vs. saxophone debate
- How sexy Word 2013 is
- The meanings of our first names
- Making fun of the meanings of each other’s first names
- Making fun of each other’s majors (we’re a mix of math, physics, math ed., and engineering)
- Making fun of each other in general
Things we didn’t talk about:
- How to do proofs
Yes, our professor was there, too. I think he was just as burnt out as we all were; he was just laughing along with us (and telling the majority of the really dumb math jokes).
I’m going to freaking miss these dork bombs.