Apparently the Competence Train doesn’t stop in Vancouver
A YouTube video in which is represented every mistake in every Infancy paper I read this semester.
Dear Universe: Please Cut it Out
I swear to god.
So apparently—contrary to what I was told when I first got here—if I want to get a MS in statistics alongside my PhD in quant psych, I’ll have to essentially take double the stats classes. That’s right: the stats classes I take to fulfill my quant degree DON’T double count to fill a stats degree.
What the fuck. Really? Is that how we’re going to play it up here?
Oh, and add on to that the fact that I’ll have to pay double tuition. Yeah.
Thanks, universe! I’ve always wanted a big steaming pile of Karmic shit for Christmas!
Fuck this noise.
The 10 Undergraduate Commandments
- Thou shalt read the syllabus.
- Thou shalt write legibly.
- Thou shalt stay within the designated page limit.
- Thou shalt not contest every point missed on an exam.
- Thou shalt not blame thine TA for thine crappy test grades.
- Thou shalt consult thine textbook before asking stupid questions.
- Thou shalt not have to consult thine TA regarding what constitutes an “introduction” paragraph.
- Thou shalt use proper spelling, capitalization, and grammar in thine emails if thou wishes a prompt response.
- Thou shalt staple thine stupid homework pages.
- Thou shalt not assume thine TA has nothing better to do than to grade thine test.
STATS MARATHON
Holy crap, I’ve never taken a 5 hour final before.
What’s even better is the fact that it was a 5 hour stats final.
Wow.
Sorry, I can no longer think straight.
The Beauty of Non-Monotone Relationships
My graphs speak for themselves. They make me very happy. Also, they’re not supposed to be making weird patterns like they are, but it’s still cool.
Yes, this is my research.
Midterm and Mars
Last night I had a dream about my psych midterm. We got to lab today (in the dream) and our grades were listed by our student number on a huge overhead. I only got 10 questions right out of 45, and I was really really upset, so I went to talk to my professor about it. I started to cry and he said he felt really sorry for me.
So he took me to Mars.
Yeah.
Luckily, I did not get a 10/45. I got an A. But I didn’t get to go to Mars.
Hahaha, what the hell, universe?
WOAH what a weird morning.
I woke up at like 4:30 this morning and felt like death, so I kinda aimlessly wandered around my apartment for half an hour or so before collapsing back into bed. I woke up for real at about 9:50, which I thought was okay, since stats doesn’t start until noon.
Until I realized that stats ACTUALLY starts at 11. Which gave me approximately an hour and 10 minutes to get dressed, walk (run) to the bus, get to campus, and hike up to the math building.
Well, let’s just say that the powers of the universe were on my side. Just as I sprinted to the bus stop, #7 showed up, and just as I got to my second stop, #480 showed up. So now I know that the absolute fastest I can get to campus is 25 minutes.
OH, and then I saw some calculus graffiti on a recycling bin. I’m not freaking kidding. It was an integral equation for 1/3 (or something like it, it was in black ink on a dark green bin). I wanted to take a picture, but there were too many people, and I didn’t have but my crappy camera phone.
I shall go back later and take it.
“DURRRR WHAT’S A STAPLE”
Seriously, have any of these people ever seen a stapler? An obnoxious proportion of the 366 students fail to staple their assignments…it’s really freaking annoying. The whole “I’ll just fold my pages over” only works if you’re the only one doing it, so that when your crappy folding job falls apart, the TA will know that all the detestable pieces of free paper are yours.
Ergh.
ALSKDJSLGLSFJSLR FREAKING PASSION PIT
There is only one song cooler than the Sleepyhead Jazzsteppa remix.
And that is Sleepyhead.
Why does this song and its variants continue to rule my soul?
Also: Tinn-R makes me incredibly happy.
Also also: grant proposals blow. BUT I’m eligible for funding from the National Science Foundation because Quantitative Psychology is a branch of psychology they consider as “science.”
OH GOD MY FUTURE IS IMMINENT
So as of today, I am officially a grad student. Yay. I also realized that my blogs have spanned my entire undergraduate career (with like a month of high school included, at no extra charge!). I shall continue such blogging until I graduate.
Whenever that will be.
Bloggity McBlog
Check it:
“You have been awarded a 1-year UBC Graduate Entrance Scholarship (GES), valued at $17,500, in support of your graduate studies. These fellowships are only awarded to the top students, so you are to be congratulated on your academic success.”
Pretty cool, huh? Put the TA money on top of that, and I’m getting $27,500 for my first year at UBC.
Snazzy.
UBC part II
HOLY CRAP is it big here. The campus is the size of Moscow (at least population-wise—seriously) and the psych building is like three times the size of the Kibbie Dome.
It’s ridiculous.
There aren’t any quantitative students here, but there are two of us prospectives, so who knows.
Oh, AND it’s sunny and about 67 degrees here, as opposed to snowy ass Moscow in February. Go figure.
UBC
I’m in Canada, bitches!
After flying to Seattle and then renting a car to drive to Vancouver (weather problems were a factor, which is why we didn’t fly the whole way), I am now sitting in a fancy hotel, waiting for tomorrow, during which I shall go examine UBC and see if I want to go here.
I’ll probably have to, but whatever.
I do not feel like working on my philosophy homework, but I have to.
Also, why is Hulu working?
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