Statistics has been kicking my ass (for those of you that don’t know, I’m working my master’s degree in Sociology and this is my second semester). Every time I think I can’t learn anything else, I have 200 pages and 6 more chapters to read. My head is bursting with information, and I really don’t think I can learn anything anymore. I’m already struggling with confidence intervals and stuff like that, so I can’t imagine that the next chapter is going to make any sense whatsoever.
At the same time work is also kicking my ass. As a group my colleagues and boss and I have decided to take on a series of tasks that mean a ton of work and a potential coup for our office. What’s funniest is that the project seems to be a collective subconscious motivation to flip the bird to the naysayers. We all talk about doing it to to make a good impression on the right people, but deep down I think we’re doing it to cheese off another office. I’ve probably already said too much.
Anyway, due to those two things, I’m left with little brainpower to come up with the amusing, nay, hilarious, nay, nut-bustingly uproarious posts after which you all clamor. So, posting might or might not be spotty for the next few months. The only thing I promise is that I won’t devolve into boring daily/weekly updates about a project you don’t care about, and homework that means nothing to you.
Here’s to hoping somebody poops their pants at lunch. Cheers.
Poor thing. I can’t feel TOO sorry for you, though. I’d love to be in your shoes right now.
I think you shold post photos of your homework.
I took my stats final at the professor’s desk in the front of the room because earlier that morning I had been in a car accident. At least you’re not in a car accident?
Statistics eats ass.
Uhg.
The math class I was required to take as an undergrad was called “Quantitative Reasoning” but it was really pretty much Statistics. The first thing we learned in that class was voting methods, and something about if someone cuts a pizza in half, the other person gets to choose their half, so the cutter is inclined to cut fairly. To this day, every time someone splits food, I am reminded of that damn class.
I took stats for my counseling m.ed., so I’m sure our classes were pretty similar. Let me offer you some degree of hope: I’ve been out of grad school for 1 1/2 years and haven’t used that stats knowledge even once. So hang in there - study just hard enough to make your grade, then it’s over!! Good luck!!
L:Does anyone know what the penalty is for striking a Roman Citizen?
C: Shove a red hot poker up his ass?
L: No, but I like it.
Ahhh yes. Confidence intervals. That’s typical for someone who just got married. One day it’s like, ‘Yaay, I’m married, ‘n shit.’ The next day it’s like, ‘Does this cock ring make me look fat?’
Stand tall and proud my anonymous friend. You’re a winner.
Buy yourself a TI-86 calculator and all of your stats worries will go away.
I have a Statistics for Dummies book that i will happily
unloadmail to you.I can tell you all you need to know about statistics and sociology.
98% of all people are fucking idiots.
3 out of 10 adults don’t know the difference between a zip code and an area code.
Americans are 14 times fatter than they were five years ago.
Sociology? ACW, are you a communist?
Stats is one of those things which I can never keep in my memory. I’ve studied it and used it in employment for some 6 years, but since I left that sort of work behind in August, I think I’d even struggle to give you a particularly precise definition of what standard deviation is. I remember when I was studying for it, I’d just master something stupidly complex - like working out ANOVAs by hand - when I’d realise I could no longer remember what a a z-score was. My only tip, and it’s a really crap tip, is just work through one of those textbooks, page by page, doing all the little exercises.
My 2 yr old pooped in the shower this morning! Is that close enough for you?
For me it’s blogging. Kicking my ass, seriously.
I’m jealous you are in school. I love school. I am a nerd.
I hate school.
I got an A in statistics in grad school, the other students coraaled me outside class to explain them. But I dropped out ’cause I had purple hair and was in a criminal justice program. Just don’t slide off the Bell Curve, buddy.