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- Angry Professor
- I am a tenured faculty member at a large state university. My teaching efforts primarily consist of delivering statistics lectures to social science majors. These experiences have colored my perspective somewhat.
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- This probably isn't funny, unless your university ...
- Free trade!
- I do so love being a mom.
- In which I do not answer dumb questions.
- A friend is gone.
- Today is Tuesday.
- Yes, I do eat something besides bacon.
- A friend goes missing.
- Mailbag Monday: Edition "He's baa-a-ack!"
- "The new [Undergear catalog's] here! The new [Und...
- A hypothetical situation.
- Mailbag Monday: Edition "Above all, avoid wide col...
- In which I join the insurgency.
- Sucks to be you!
- Email from the opera.
- The Angry Kid asks the $60,000 question.
- Something icky I have never seen before.
- Open discussion.
- "Frankly, my dears, I don't give a damn."
- Mailbag Monday: Edition "Religion is dopaminergic."
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10 comments:
Three what?
I'm jealous, we're always counting to five, ten, fifteen or twenty over here.
Oh, I'm feeling old now . . . What happens when you get to forty-three?
"Angry Little Kid, I am going to count to THREE and I expect you to have..."
My parents' answer was a spanking, and they only had to do it once. Ever.
We do the three count -- but my SIL counts DOWN from three. You've never seen such terror in my son's eyes as when my SIL STARTED with three, and he thought he was going to get "it."
Ah, the consent of the governed!
and they only had to do it once. Ever
You learned much faster than I did. I went the repeated sampling route. Maybe that is why I became a statistician.
My mother's response to this question was characteristically blunt: "I'll knock your teeth down your throat."
Of course, I knew she was kidding.
Or was she?
I asked my best friend this when his kids were young - he said he didn't know - he never ever got to three!! I was amazed!!
My own son has pushed me to three a number of times but I am stymied since he just giggles throughout timeouts...
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