It is a known and annoying fact that our minds divert their attention to somewhere else that isn’t school-related whenever we try to study. While I was studying for the prefinal exam of a certain midyear class, my mind kept going to places that don’t involve standard errors, regression analyses, and the like.
This is a series of thoughts that popped up in my mind while I was doing an intense study session for an exam. They may not make sense to you, but this wasn’t written for you, anyway.
13 July 2016 | Midnight, most likely.
My admiration for my professor is different in a way that his looks aren’t the main factor; it’s his seemingly effortless ability to make number-hating students like me love (and love to understand) something as complicated as statistics. Seriously, it’s crazy, but my brain loved learning about the topic. This is what makes an amazing teacher.
Before completely falling asleep earlier in the afternoon, as I lay in my bed, my mind was unconsciously blurting out the formula for the standard error of proportion, which is √[(P(P-1))÷(n)]. I can’t believe that I almost dreamt of a formula.
People become uncomfortable when faced with a long, painful silence with someone else.
I’m one of those people.
I felt uncomfortable when I tried to engage in a conversation with a stranger, but that stranger wasn’t really interested in me, nor the “nice” weather that I was talking about as I fan myself with a handkerchief because it was almost 40 degrees outside.
Remember this post about a notebook that we made? If you’re interested in making one for yourself, you can now read a tutorial of it below, written by Fact + Fiction. (It requires a lot of patience, but it’s definitely worth it!)
I’ve always been very particular about things. If they don’t have what I’m looking for in the store, I’d do my best to create it. This midyear term, mysister was looking for a graphing notebook but she didn’t find what she was looking for. I was feeling creative at the time so I offered to make her one!
Back in 2013, when I was still in high school and I lived with my family back in the UAE, we would have this sort of tradition where we would go to a popular landmark (eg. Burj Al Arab, Burj Khalifa, The Palm, etc.) and watch the fireworks explode in extravagance before our eyes.
Out of all the places where we’ve celebrated the New Year, my personal favorite was the Burj Khalifa—my parents can attest to this statement. Every turn of the year, I would urge them to celebrate there, despite the fact that we’ve seen it more than twice already and my parents are dead tired of the place.