Okay, deep breath. My stats exam is today at six o'clock, and I think I know what I'm doing. Emphasis on think. I spent about seven hours studying yesterday, all to no avail; Leslie (who is in the Stats Hell Class with me) and I were at the end of our respective ropes as far as figuring out the eminently damnable Chapter 12: T Tests. Today after French class, I went to the Academic Advancement Center to see if they could get my head on straight. Alas, their only tutor was a young woman who had had Stats in her first quarter of college, twelve years ago. She showed me what I was doing wrong with one of the T Test problems, though. When I got home I did the math with the formula she gave me, and it didn't come out correctly!
Curses, methinks!
Luckily Leslie remembered that Dr. Bashaw was having office hours today, so I hustled over to Porter Hall and talked to her. How I loathe talking to professors one-on-one, especially when I have a frizzy hair day (most days) and am sweating from scooting across the campus at one hundred miles an hour. Also, she seemed somewhat irritated, which I guess is understandable (there was another girl in her office begging for help) and really she was pretty patient with me. No nasty snappishness.
As it turns out, the AAC tutor was right and I was just screwing up the math. Whoo hoo. Sooooo I THINK I know what I'm doing now. Yep. Hmmmm ... I need an A pretty badly - I got a 70 on my last test - so say a little prayer that I at least don't bomb this one completely.
Monday, October 11, 2004
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Argh, I hope! I'm starting to worry again ... la ... I read somewhere that excessive worry was a sin. Maybe thinking about that will help me stop obsessing. Oh wait, now I'm anxious about going to Hell. LOL you see how I handle these little problems ... ;)
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