(no subject)
Jun. 16th, 2005 10:32 pmPicture yourself sleeping on a plane; there's something ticking in the overhead and inside your brains. There's bodies in the water, and bodies in your basement. If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant... I'm frantic so load me up, whatever puts me all the way out, whatever puts me all the way out...
I love Matt Good for when I'm feeling itchy. It's itchy sort of music, all barely restrained chaos looking for an outlet. I _am_ feeling itchy today. Can't settle on anything, or keep still, and I keep thinking people are talking to me when they aren't.
Teaching went well today, though. It took a little longer than it usually does, but she got it. I taught her how to do variance, and she is now capable of doing it on her own, consistently; then I wrote down the equation for standard deviation, next to the equation for variance, and asked her what she saw and she said "that's the square root of variance!" and promptly worked out the standard deviation of the number sets I'd given her, perfect, first try. *so proud*
I love Matt Good for when I'm feeling itchy. It's itchy sort of music, all barely restrained chaos looking for an outlet. I _am_ feeling itchy today. Can't settle on anything, or keep still, and I keep thinking people are talking to me when they aren't.
Teaching went well today, though. It took a little longer than it usually does, but she got it. I taught her how to do variance, and she is now capable of doing it on her own, consistently; then I wrote down the equation for standard deviation, next to the equation for variance, and asked her what she saw and she said "that's the square root of variance!" and promptly worked out the standard deviation of the number sets I'd given her, perfect, first try. *so proud*