I don’t know about you, but I’m a journalism major because math is not my forte. Does Mr. E.W. Scripps himself really expect me to be able to calculate z-scores and find the standard deviation when all I want to do is write listicles for Buzzfeed? Alas, I’m stuck in Statistics for the Behavioral Sciences with the other Scripps kids, lost in a sea of numbers.
Here’s the 7 stages of an aspiring journalist in a PSY 2110 lecture:
You start off with an apathetic sigh as you crack open your PSY 2110 textbook to prepare for the next 55 minutes of hell.
Ten minutes in, you eyes start to close as you snuggle up next to your stats equations and dream about winning a Pulitzer for your groundbreaking exposé on the gender wage gap.
You when the professor calls on you for the answer but you’ve been drooling on your histogram instead of figuring out what the standard deviation is.
4. *eye roll emoji*
The smug look on the stats major’s face next to you when he knows the answer and you don’t…
You and the kid in VICO staring blankly at the next problem on the PowerPoint because statistics is a foreign language.
The face you make when class ends but you leave in PANIC because you need this class to graduate and the midterm is next week but you know NOTHING.
And finally, you when you’ve given up on life and drop PSY 2110 because you’re a journalism major and not a mathematician.
You’ll still be the next host of the Today show even if you’re three credits short of graduating, right?