In the personal arena, I attended NIPS, drowned in coursework, and was elected garden coordinator for our apartment community.
Then there was the hullabaloo about Mormon women wearing pants. I participated in a cowardly manner by wearing my baggy skirt-like harem/jeanie/Aladdin pants.
Locally, Sandy has still displaced way too many people, and we're still working on gutting homes so mold can be prevented before they start to rebuild.
And then Newton. I cried several days in a row. I know that there are worse things abroad and to some degree it's selfish to focus on how terrible it was when other equally bad things get very little attention. But it felt more personal; it's a two-and-a-half hour drive from where I live and the states are all so close culturally, it felt like it could have been my own town. An emotional reaction, rather than a logical one, I know, but I'm not a robot. A lot of people are suffering, in Newtown and elsewhere, and they have my prayers.