He stared angrily at the ceiling. Sixty-four, he thought. Sixty-four lousy visits and here I am again, and what has it gotten me? Why am I even here? He remembered how it started, how he had begun with so much hope, with dreams of a healthier future. Why isn’t this working? I’ve done all the homework, I’ve taken all the meds, and it’s been months since I’ve seen him...why am I still so depressed?He started to count the tiles on the ceiling. Who am I kidding? There’s two hundred seventy-eight. There have been two hundred seventy-eight every time and there will always be two hundred seventy-eight! He paused, now trying to think of a scenario in which there would be a different number of tiles on the ceiling than before. Hm, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to count agai-“Luigi!”“Waaaaa!”“If you want to get better, you’re going to have to focus!” His doctor was starting to dread these grueling appointments almost as much as Luigi was. “Now repeat our saying again.”“My name is Luigi, and I always wear green. I'm just as relevant as Mario, and I too make people happy. And there’s…um…”“…and there’s no one I’d rather be than me,” the doctor finished. This was going to take a lot more time… Come gather behind the fondly familiar walls of our own dear Angell Hall as we discuss the jolliest topic of all: one's self-image. I hope to see you this Tuesday, Nov. 8, at 6pm in one of the open Angell Hall auditoriums (just follow the sweet smell of FREE PIZZA, twice as savory as pizza with price). Please leave a guarantee of your presence by RSVPing with a meme concerning Mario, Luigi, or any other part of the Mushroom Kingdom.