This was the question posted to us on my stats class discussion board this week:
This week you will continue learning about probability and its importance in statistics,as well as how it plays an important role in our every day lives. I would like you to tell what the following quote means to you. Give examples.
“Life is a school of probability”
by Walter Bagehot
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This was my answer:
Dictionary.com defines probability as "the relative frequency with which an event occurs or is likely to occur". To say life is a "school" of probabilty is misleading. You do not learn in life the frequency with which something happens, you learn from the frequency of certain events happening.
Example, if you date enough jerks, you either learn that all guys are jerks or you learn what not to look for in a mate.
The key is to actually learn from it.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Just another day...watch out, it rambles on and on!
Today is just another day. Just like yesterday, I got up, went to work, and now am wondering what to feed the kids for dinner. Just like yesterday, I haven't been able to focus on my Stats homework. Just like yesterday, I'm wondering why I decided to work summer school. You know, I'm so incredible jealous of stay at home moms! I really wish I could stay at home. You know what's really sick...I wish I could stay home so I could clean my house! I really like cleaning my house. As an avid believer in the Fly Lady, I really get a kick out of doing her daily "flight plans" and challenges. I like setting a timer and working as fast as I can for 10 minutes. I even like decluttering.
I think this must be what it's like to be old...or maybe just more mature than I used to be. I remember telling my mom once that when I was 18 I was going to set the world on fire, and now all I really want is a Maytag washer. Yep, getting old.
The problem is, I don't feel old. I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be for the most part. I think I missed somethings along the way, but I can't go back and change them, so I just keep moving forward.
As long as this blog post is detached already, I'll change subjects again. For anybody who wants to know, my husband made it to Afghanistan. He says the chow hall sustains life, but he misses my cooking. :) (I pride myself of being able to reproduce a Rachel Ray recipe very well). He says he misses me and the kids and that he is alive a well. I miss him too. With the states of our relationship over the past year or so, it's a good thing.
Okay, last thought for the day...I am so tired of not finishing things!!! So, I have decided that I am going to finish the blanket I started knitting. I'm not going off the deep end here and promising to knit a blanket for everyone of my kids, but I will finish the one I started BEFORE I start another project. :)
I think this must be what it's like to be old...or maybe just more mature than I used to be. I remember telling my mom once that when I was 18 I was going to set the world on fire, and now all I really want is a Maytag washer. Yep, getting old.
The problem is, I don't feel old. I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be for the most part. I think I missed somethings along the way, but I can't go back and change them, so I just keep moving forward.
As long as this blog post is detached already, I'll change subjects again. For anybody who wants to know, my husband made it to Afghanistan. He says the chow hall sustains life, but he misses my cooking. :) (I pride myself of being able to reproduce a Rachel Ray recipe very well). He says he misses me and the kids and that he is alive a well. I miss him too. With the states of our relationship over the past year or so, it's a good thing.
Okay, last thought for the day...I am so tired of not finishing things!!! So, I have decided that I am going to finish the blanket I started knitting. I'm not going off the deep end here and promising to knit a blanket for everyone of my kids, but I will finish the one I started BEFORE I start another project. :)
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Fighting kids and other happenings
The Army used to say that they did more before six in the morning that most people did all day; yesterday I did more before 8:00am than I wanted to do all year. Yesterday, I watched my husband get on a bus for an airfield where a plane waited to take him to a warzone for a year.
But, that was yesterday and now we are on to today. Today, the kids are fighting and yelling and are entirely sure that they are completely right and the others are all wrong. Today, I think President Obama should focus on domestic issues...like my the ones at my house. Maybe he could send troops here to keep the peace?
Okay, enough of that. May you all be of good cheer today! :)
But, that was yesterday and now we are on to today. Today, the kids are fighting and yelling and are entirely sure that they are completely right and the others are all wrong. Today, I think President Obama should focus on domestic issues...like my the ones at my house. Maybe he could send troops here to keep the peace?
Okay, enough of that. May you all be of good cheer today! :)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Pre Depolyment Blues
Today, I am sitting in a hotel room in Killeen, Texas. Kevin is at work on Fort Hood and my kids are at home in San Antonio with my parents. In two days, on Friday, Kevin will deploy with his unit. He is going to Afghanistan and will be gone for a year.
I am trying so hard to be brave. I am trying so hard not to cry. It doesn't work and for the first time, while I type this, I can't stop my tears. I knew this day was coming. I've known since February but now it's here and it's real and I can't stop it.
I volunteered to be a key caller for the unit so that I could stay in contact with other people and not feel so alone. I don't think it's going to work. I think the loneliness will find me anyway.
I am trying so hard to be brave. I am trying so hard not to cry. It doesn't work and for the first time, while I type this, I can't stop my tears. I knew this day was coming. I've known since February but now it's here and it's real and I can't stop it.
I volunteered to be a key caller for the unit so that I could stay in contact with other people and not feel so alone. I don't think it's going to work. I think the loneliness will find me anyway.
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