Studying is a sweet pain, one that is a torture and a pleasure all at the same time. Its like S&M except it involves volumes of books, black ink pens, legal pads with scribbled ideas, half finished papers and random equations from statistics. Oh, and you can't forget all that coffee. I think my body has learned how to convert caffeine into everything a body needs. I'll take a mocha thanks!
But really, right now I am trying to puzzle out Simpson's Paradox, a statistical riddle of sorts and it boggles my mind. I swear I won't give in until it reveals all its illustrious secrets and tells me the true meaning of the world.
I have a midterm this coming Wednesday in Statistics, so far my professor has shown no confidence in any of my cohort, seeming to think we will walk the footsteps of our cohort predecessors and totally reject the usefulness of qualitative research. Thus she thinks we shall all fail. It feels so wonderful to have such confidence from a professor! Let us hope we prove her all wrong!
I wish I didn't have to worry about my little sister. Sometimes I wonder if I've been such a good big sister after all.
