Classes

So its the first day of school and I've realized I am way past undergraduate classes. Its beyond the point of being a super senior, I'm just ridiculous. The only way to comfort myself through the last year of embarassment is my belief that I can still fit in with the undergrads and look 18-22ish. Well this fasade was cut short on the first day.

During our Physics lab, the TA decided it'd be appropiate to use the majority of the period to educate college students about how to find a mean. After about 30 minutes of lecture regarding what a mean is, how to calculate it, etc., he thought it'd be best to use a "real-life" example to drive in the point. For the example, he decided to use the age of everyone in the classroom. I was hoping most of the people would be 21/22ish so I wouldn't sound like such a sketch ball, but then as people went around the room it was full of 17-18 year olds! Panic overtook me and I quickly contemplated pretending to be another age. I quickly decided lying would not be pleasing to God and when it came to my turn I grudgingly said 25 years, 8 months (we had to also include the month). I was feeling awkward, which led me to think of this blog and out of place when the last student noted that she was 35. That itself wouldn't have been so bad if the TA didn't further drive in the point of her age by using constant references to how outliers and extraneous data so far away from the mean could affect your data and standard deviation. He continued on this train of thought with constant references to the 35 year old WOMAN's age and I shrunk in my seat from embarassment for her and him. I notice I never saw her back in class again and the students (and TA) now look at me a little perplexed.