A conversation between my mother and I.

Mama: How was your meeting with your supervisor this morning?
Me: It went well. It was the first time he seemed to like the stuff I did.
Mama: So was it just you and him at the meeting?
Me: I only have one supervisor.

At this point, I was getting somewhat annoyed. I have been working on the thesis for almost a year now. I must have mentioned my ever-so-patient supervisor in conversations on a weekly basis, though sometimes in a less saintly light.

Mama: Where is he from?
Me: Poland.

The whole department is made up of half of the Eastern Bloc. Must be something in the water that makes them superior in maths. I used to think that they were fed calculus since kindy.

Mama: Is he an attractive fellow? Polish men are usually very handsome. Remember your Polish friend with those piercing blue eyes?
Me: Oh god. Mum! He's in his fifties. Maybe even late fifties. Married. With daughers in high school.

The crazy thing is that we had the same conversation last week.

Serenity now. Serenity now. Focus on the fish in the pond. Fish will bring serenity and zen-like state.