HMMT was incredibly fun and rewarding and, to be honest, both as intense as I could handle and too little for me to be satisfied. I'll be posting by days periodically, as I usually do, because there’s enough content to cover multiple posts and I gotta beat the blogrolllll.
Thursday (2/16)
We got to the airport on Friday night with the two San Diego teams: AJ, BG, DaL, DeL, EQ, EL, ES, EL, JR, JL, JZ, ML, NM, RM, RS. Once we got to our gate, three friends of a friend who aren’t math sweats, SB, MC, AW, came to find me because it turns out that they were at the same airport as well on a Boston visit! They found me in an unfortunately recognizable condition though, although this requires context…
See, HMMT has been my only opportunity to reunite with some friends from MOP who I’ve missed very much. I’m terrible at maintaining contact through social media because texting is hard and annoying, so an in-person meeting is incredibly precious and I have been looking forward to this for a good six months since June. But for such a monumental reunion, one must duly prepare monumentally!
In the week before, I had prepared myself a disguise: I brought two wigs, a beanie, layers beyond layers of jackets to change my physical shape. I had sunglasses so cheap they broke if you touched them too hard. I borrowed a mask, I recorded a clip of a friend speaking so I could imitate his voice, because I judged his voice to be sufficiently different from mine. I had planned to get make-up, although that fell through at the last moment. I was going to put pebbles in my shoes so they wouldn’t catch me by my characteristic gait. I was going to troll them so hard and end by stealing IZ’s water bottle. I played the scene out in my head a million different times, daydreamed a million laughs and screams.
So I was at the airport trying on my wigs, and that’s how SB, MC, AW saw me when they pulled up. Everyone was like, "DX WHAT ARE YOU DOING" and I only had to explain repeatedly “Who’s DX? I’m Jeremy!”
Anyways, I sat next to BG on the flight. The ceiling was tiled like the AoPS logo. A weird humming sound appeared, so BG who is apparently an expert at planes because he rode one a few years ago insisted “this is definitely not a normal sound this is bad” and I laughed at him.
DeL had warned us ahead of time not to do any math right before HMMT, so we did a mock USAMO together, solving #1,2,4,5 on a 6-hour flight. I also spent some time practicing the voice of my alias. I got too sleepy near the end, so I leaned my head on the TV screen to catch some Z’s while BG continued solving math problems (he ended up solving #6).
Except every time the plane bounced up and down, my head bounced up and down on the screen and hit random buttons, and on not one, but two separate occasions, BG woke me up to ask why there was an adult scene playing on my TV screen. I DON’T KNOW BG! Why don’t you tell me why the TV screen next to you always goes to adult scenes while I’m unconscious?
This post has been edited 2 times. Last edited by ChickenAgent2227-_-, Feb 26, 2023, 10:34 PM