I’m sorry, what?

Last week, I handed in my first stats assignment for my Biostatistics class otherwise known as my Spanish class because I don’t understand a word that guy says.

At first I was terrified. Numbers, equations, squiggly lines I didn’t understand, formulas I had forgotten.


Luckily, I have a wonderful friend in my class who is also a few years out from stats and we worked through our pain together.

Thanks Desi! I heart you!

Funny thing is, I kind of like stats, numbers, and equations. They are like screwed up puzzles that people with big brains that automatically produce their own acid come up with.

Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.

Unless I did terribly on my assignment, then I hate stats and Desi and I are going to have to start drinking after class. Maybe during. Does anyone have a flask I can borrow that looks like a coffee cup? Wait… oh… nevermind, I have one of those…




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