Last night I dreamed I arrived at MathFest. Elijah was not in the dream; instead my parents (both of them) had brought me and I was there with them. Thus, I was a stupid, helpless, incompetent kid who hadn't any common sense, basic skills, or preparation. I did not know when I was presenting - whether or not my talk was the morning of the first day and I needed to be there right then or had already missed it. I could not find my talk in the program. I didn't even notice
arkleseizure17's name in the program until my mom pointed it out to me. His talk (he is not actually speaking at MathFest) was one of the first, and I left my parents looking through the program for me to try and find the room it was in. I could not find it. The rooms were not labeled. (The undergrad talks were all in VERY VERY LARGE rooms.) My search was, characteristically, less efficient than brute force.
All of the undergrad talks in the abstract book had colorful graphics alongside them, produced by software I certainly don't know how to use. Of course, I had not sent in any colorful graphics with my abstract, but I thought maybe someone had fitted my abstract with graphics for me, since abstracts were clearly supposed to come with graphics. All of the other undergrad talks were in low dimensional convex geometry, so if I did get to give mine, every undergrad in the audience would be more comfortable with my topic than I was, and would ask questions I don't know the answers to.
My subconscious was trying to tell me: a)I really need to start working on my slides, and b)I'm human. And young. I forget or deny that too often.
~If you can't join 'em, beat 'em.