No… I’m not unexpectedly turning 22 tomorrow. Actually, I’m rather fond of being 21. I think I’m going to stay 21 for a while… at least if I have anything to do with it.
Rather, what I’m referring to is me, getting ready to do the first sensible thing I’ve done all fall: drop a freaking class!
Of course, I’ll feel like a drop out. Everyone else in my house is taking 21 credit hours. The two others I’m doing Econ 301 with are taking 20+ credit hours. I think Katy’s actually taking 22. I mean, what kind of slacker takes less than 20 credit hours? I tell ya, I’m not getting my money’s worth. But … I’ve got to sleep. Some time. This is my second or third NSS (no-sleep-Sunday) in three weeks of school. I hate to complain but … wait … no, no. That’s a lie.
So that’s that: I’m dropping out. Droppin’ like a Conservative from Drama class. Droppin’ like it’s my job. Droppin’ like its hot … drop-droppin’ like its hot.
Oh lord. Refer to … two paragraphs ago.
So, bid farewell: So long, Stats. Buh-bye, Mr. 217. Calculate that, punks: what’s the p-value of “asta la vista”? The t-test statistic of the number of more classes I’m going to attend. Tell me, do I reject the null hypothesis, where H0: u = drop 217 like a red-headed stepchild? Ha. Not on your life!
Wow. Good timing, too: looks like today (it’s been today for all of an hour and some, now…) is the last day to drop a class without a grade.
Huh. I feel better, already.
Time to go tackle that 5″ (literally… ug!) stack of Econ papers to grade. Mmm!