The lecture went OK. The main hiccup happened when I realised that everyone was addressing me per 'professor'. It's weird, though customary title when it comes to teachers of all stations. I don't know why it was so distracting for me all of the sudden, but it threw me off temporarily.
Fourth place! In a tournament with over 160 people. No game this time. My opponent didn't show up. Bit of a bummer, but a win's a win.
I gave my adviser about forty pages of my handwritten notes, asked for a general evaluation and the core of my work is OK. Unfortunately, it means that the fun part is over and works on the applications and implications will have to start.
"Dude, but you love applied maths! How's that no fun?" you ask? Well, that's because I don't like economics nearly as much as adviser does and guess who wields all the power in this relationship. Frankly, I don't enjoy it at all.
It's time to descend into the pits of recondite jargon once more. I can't recall the last time when I needed a dictionary while reading something in my native language.
Doc hasn't prescribed me anything to help with the worsening hypotension, yet. Until the next checkup, I'll have to wear compressive socks. Can't say that I'm happy with the state of events.