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.