As this semester of uni draws to a close, I reflect upon this weird thing that I get a kick from. I've noticed that I get this rush when this happens for quite some time, but I finally contextualised it yesterday.
So there I am in the stats tute, right at the back of the room, minding my own business, when suddenly, a question comes to mind. I state said question in my loud booming voice, and, like well-trained soldiers, all of my tute...mates snap their heads around and stare at me. It's such a rush to see the heads all turning in split-second synchronisation, in all it's predictability and perfection. So I did it again. Twice. Same thing happened. One day next semester, I'll see how many times it happens in one tute before people stop. I should be a psychologist. I notice weird behavioural things in people.
The end of the semester. What a relief. Because the end of the semester (hopefully) signals the end of a dreadful semester of stats. No more regression this, anova that, draw five million pie charts. Still got French oral tomorrow. Wish me luck.
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