Dear Diary,
I have spent the last fourish hours slogging through statistics homework, pretending that I understand. It hasn't gone well. I hate not understanding stuff. It's like, if someone went to all the trouble of inventing this crazy formula so I can understand if a multiple variable study has statistical significance, it's the least I can do to understand it. I often get this nagging feeling that the world was created by people a helluva lot smarter than me. Take the space needle for instance, I NEVER could have built that. I definitely couldn't have figured out how to invent telephones or airplanes. I guess all of these things took some baby steps.
When I was about 13, I remember putting on a bandaid and thinking, "so this beige bandaid is great for me, but what about darker skinned people? They should get their own bandaids too, like, in different colors." THEN- years later, what do I see on tv? brown and light brown bandaids. I just have to say, I thought of that first. I just didn't have the resources to put my vision into action. Good thing I have a website so I can gripe about this.
Love,
Diana