…I’m soooooo tired.
Tired of what? Tired of quantitative research — the not-understanding-it part. Remember when I said that I was going to make sure I understood my statistics problem by the end of the day? Well yeah. That was a big fat lie.
I really have to question being expected to know enough about analyzing a quantitative study (that is, research that uses numbers, formulas and statistical data) to write for 2 hours about it, when none of my coursework dealt with statistics in any significant manner. In fact, I haven’t had a statistics class since doing my masters work back in 2001 or whatever. But hey, I’m always up for a party. Count me in.
Would I be a terrible teacher if I let my students watch the inauguration today? Thing is, the “big” part (the swearing-in and inaugural address) starts at noon…right when high school choir meets. Hmmmm. And it just isn’t the same watching video snippets of it later, you know?
Meh…I dunno. They need the rehearsal. Why am I so easily distracted these days? Why am I seemingly unable to form a single cogent thought? Why was I still awake at 1:45 a.m.? Why do I possess violent, angry sentiment toward my present educational situation?
I think now that I shall quote H.L. Mencken:
Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
Yeah. That sounds nice.
Fink out. (Yarr!)