Well, Stats is over; sold my book back to the bookstore and received 60 dollars. That’s about what I got on the final – 60. Unless the venerable professor accepts my creative coin toss at 7 instead of 6, and in many other areas where probabilities to an "artiste" just don’t mean the same as they do to a statistician. But I should still come out of this course with a B or B-.
Can’t seem to concentrate lately. Will be in much better shape as I cross off the individual directions in which I’ve been traveling, and attempt to follow the main path with some side diversions.
Sometimes I think I am my own worst enemy. But I guess that makes me a terrific saboteur.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology