Eid Al-Fitr prayer at Humboldt Park, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
In the last 24 hours we have found problems in two proofs. Today is the last day of the REU. Both proofs were mine.
I’m exhausted. I want to cry and I want to go home. This is beyond stressful. I haven’t slept all week.
I’m sitting on my floor in only my towel trying to motivate myself to start my day. I have so many things to do and so little time. When this happens in the middle of my morning routine during the school year, I usually crawl back into bed. I have let myself do that this summer twice, but I can’t do it again, not during my final week of this REU. I need to keep going even though I am so overwhelmed by the thought of
1. All the laundry I need to do soon Done 2. All the cleaning/packing I need to do by Friday Packed 2 small boxes today
3. All the things I need to write by tomorrow
4. The presentation I’m giving tomorrow to prepare for MathFest
5. Applying to grad school 6. Everything about next semester Stressing changes nothing; it will be okay. 7. Talking to my parents I’ll call my dad tomorrow
8. Studying for the subject GRE
9. Registering for the GRE
10. Fee waivers for grad school apps
11. My GPA
12. My personal statement
13. Applying to Fulbright?
14. The emails I need to send I sent 6 e-mails today about logistical things. 15. Planning things to do with Maggie, which I have had 0 time to work on I’m calling her tomorrow
16. How little sleep I get
17. The letters I need to send Done
Last night my roommate and I discussed places we want to travel next summer. This was yhe resulting map.
I know this is ridiculous, but there are days that I wish someone would like, give me a gold star and say, “I am so proud of you for how fucking hard you try” that isn’t like a random generic post making its way around tumblr.
It’s not that I’m not capable of giving myself support or encouragement. I’ve been doing that my whole life. But sometimes I look around and it doesn’t always feel like my family or close friends, who know how much effort and time I put into every aspect my life and never really say anything, ever notice or care about my perseverance.
I guess I just wish my family were more supportive of me. I feel so isolated. Today someone was talking about the Budapest Semester in Mathematics and he said, “My father said he’ll help me pay for it if I continue getting a scholarship for the next few semesters before I go to Hungary.” I shook my head. “I forgot that people even ask their parents for this stuff because mine have helped me so little all through college.”
I’ve spent my entire undergraduate career preparing for two things: going to graduate school and officially severing ties with my parents. I just wish I had the courage to sever ties today, right now, because I’m so tired.
It is 2:39am. I need to sleep.
Reblogged from astronomy-to-zoology
Scarlet Tiger Moth (Callimorpha dominula)
…a colorful species of Arctiid tiger moth (Arctiinae) which occurs in Southern Europe and the Middle East, ranging from Turkey to northern Iran. Adult scarlet tiger moths are day flying and will take nectar. Their larvae, on the other hand, feed mostly on comfrey (Symphytum officinale). Three different color morphs of C. dominula exist: One with yellow hindwings and body, one with red hindwings, and one with extended black on its hindwings.
Reblogged from amateurlanguager
ja ja ja ja ja
a spanish person laughing or a german person during sex???
Finnish person struggling to remember what they were about to say next
polish person trying to get themself noticed
portuguese person trying to hush other people
Chinese person trying to do calculations
swedish person wanting to get out of a conversation
"I don’t have any good ideas"
That’s a common mantra among those that say that they want to leap, but haven’t, and aren’t, and won’t.
What they’re actually saying is, “I don’t have any ideas that are guaranteed to work, and not only that, are guaranteed to cause no criticism or moments when I’m sure the whole thing is going to fall apart.”"
Reblogged from explore-blog
Seth Godin, wise as ever, tells it like it is.
To solve this paradox, he wrote a wonderful children’s book for grownups about vulnerability and the creative life.