The first class up on the agenda: statistics
Also known as The Analysis of Variance
Also known as I'm So Going To Kick Your Ass!
There's nothing like taking a pretest at the beginning of class, answering 97% of the questions wrong, and then having the professor tell you that if you don't know that stuff you might as well just get out, take a dumb kid course, and quit wasting her valuable, cocky, statistician time.
Which is essentially what happened.
But, not being one to give up easily, I sat through the the rest of class.
I listened for two hours to what sounded like Cantonese, practiced spelling out Fuck Me phonetically in German, and debated to true worth of a silly PhD anyway.
Then I went home.
I took a shower, watched old episodes of Gilmore Girls, ate a salad, and decided to sleep on my decision whether to drop the class.
I woke up and decided I was going to do my damnedest to pass the class. But, the real question is this:
What do you do when you are signed up for an 8300 level graduate course in Statistics and you haven't had anything remotely like stats since 1999?
The answer is simple:
You bundle up your children, brave the ice on the road, drop the oldest two off for a night with their grandparents, take the youngest to the bookstore with you, buy a couple Statistics in a flash! type books, plan for a weekend cram session, and begin offering your naturally brilliant husband numerous fun and worthwhile sexual favors if he'll spend his weekend helping you master the basics.
Foolproof, no!?
Yea, I'm pretty much screwed.
Drat.
