Today my take-home statistics test sucked most of the joy out of my day. It is cruel to give people a test that would take three hours in a closed exam room, but somehow expands to take up the whole weekend when that is the time available to do it. Yes, I know that if I was a highly rational, disciplined and organised person I would set up a simulated exam environment at the dining room table, start the stopwatch and just get on for it for three hours. But those sorts of organised and virtuous people create photoblogs about 365 things they're grateful for, not 365 things that shit them. They probably embrace take-home tests for the character-building discipline opportunities they offer. I, on the other hand, folded mine into a jaunty paper captain's hat and popped it on the head of my demented sock creature while singing "stick that up your regression analysis" to the tune of the Sailor's Hornpipe.
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