4 Statistics (2)

Statistically speaking (ha see what I did there?), people fall in love at an average of two times in their lives. Yet how is it that now, while I'm at school, I've met people who've switched out different dates every other night? Or is it just the mindset of "there are many fish in the sea, you'll find the right one eventually; in the meantime, just keep fishing"?

Yikes. And here I've only fallen in love once, and that was with J.

J has a really good head for numbers; he always managed to catch my mistakes on my papers. Our friend Ella would work with us on the classwork our teacher assigned us, and it was almost as though we were bouncing a ball back and forth across each other. A typical conversation such as this would arise when we were in the middle of solving a problem (and I apologize in advance for all the math):

Kel: "Okay, we're supposed to find the probability of the mean is greater than or equal to 182 given that we randomly sampled n=55 men, the average is u=180, and that sigma is 50, testing to see if they're skewed right."

Ella: "Lol wtf is this sh*t?"

J: "Standard deviation is 50/square root of (5)..... that's 6.74."

K: "Cool, I've got the same. So z is equal to 182-180 all over 6.74.....what'd you get?"

J: "0.29."

E: "Fudge how'd you guys get that so fast?"

K: "Haha Ella could you hand over the z-score chart?"

E: "Yup."

J: "It's 38.59%."

K: "Great. Onto the next question."

E: "Shoot I haven't even finished with question 1 and you guys are already on 6?"

Okay, well, it was more of J and I bouncing answers off of each other and Ella just making salty comments, but you get the idea. The three of us together, we were an unstoppable team that were ready to take on the world of statistics.

Now, they say that a man is most attractive when he's serious about his work...I totally agree. J would get a serious expression on his face when we had differing answers and we checked our work together step by step. Those types of days where we had differing answers were some of my favorite days, because those were the days when we could work on a problem together.

As I take my math class at college now and listen to my professor ramble on and on about how there are three different types of division (how the heck is that even possible? Division is division, math is math; they can't just change!), I really just want to call J up and ask him to send me the math problems he's getting. I miss the times when we could work on a problem and come out of it on top, together.