Archive for October, 2009

Blog assignments of my Statistics class

Monday, October 26th, 2009

By this note, I close the “Blog” session of our Statistics class…

Thank you to all the contributors  (whose name and link I mentioned in the previous reports).

… Below are the last but not least young writers who summarize the importance of Statistics in their recent  study….

40.  Tiara Nazwita Amin  http://wartawarga.gunadarma.ac.id/2009/10/hubungan-statistika-dengan-psikologi/

41.  Deny Nugroho Putra   http://wartawarga.gunadarma.ac.id/2009/10/statisika-dengan-ti/

42.  Magdalena  http://magdalena-third.blogspot.com/2009/09/statistika-dimata-anak-it.html

43.  Atmie Aisty http://aizholic.blogspot.com/

44.   Nikmah Khumairoh   http://wartawarga.gunadarma.ac.id/2009/09/psikologi-statistika/

45.   Putri Ratu Retno Komala Sari  http://putriraturetno.blogspot.com/2009/09/apakah-statistika-berhubungan-dengan.html

46.   Nani Yuliani   http://nanie90.blogspot.com/2009/09/manfaat-statistika-untuk-psikologi.html

47.  Setiya Nugroho … will soon write the article  on his blog

Thank you, young minds!

God bless!!!

Do you have your towel with you?

Sunday, October 25th, 2009

A tap on my shoulder, and a soft nice voice half-whispered, “Do you have your towel with you?”
I turned back and screamed… “Pak Eko…!” and punched his arm twice and screamed and screamed and jumped and jumped again uncontrollably - like always.

I forgot that I was in the teacher room.
I forgot that the punching definitely was considered impolite. Since Pak Eko is older than me… a much more experienced lecturer than me … moreover this mathematician is a president of a university … only because of the doctoral class, this reserved, wise and refined gentleman befriends with a drama queen like me.

During several stressful moments, Pak Eko witnessed my irrepressibleness.
How I burst in anger then in crying … always.
To emphasize my drama queen side, I have to admit that when I am angry, I am crying, heavily-seriously crying …

The first time, I exposed my uncontrollableness to my doctoral classmates was in the final exam of Statistics. No, Statistics did not make me upset. I know, I am quiet good in the subject.
The change of the time-schedule that made me angry then made me cry.

I was completing my presentation in the Lab, when over a phone call an officer from the Secretariat of Doctoral Program (SoDP) informed that I should submit the paper right now, two days before the exam.

“Why did not you say so before?” I shouted.
“Please submit the paper now, we are to send it to the professor now!” The weak voice answered.
“I WON’T submit my paper, I will bring it with me on the exam day!” I thundered.
I continued the computation and the analysis.

The problem did not fully stop there.
Suddenly, the SoDP changed the time of exam, from evening to before mid-day.
The SoDP called me and I was again panic since I was (again) still in my Lab, 40-something kilometers from the examination venue. This time, I did not have any choice, I had to obey.
I grabbed my well-prepared paper and my jacket… ran wildly downstairs, frantically stopped a cab.”Taxiiiiiii!”

After an hour and half, I arrived at the campus.
The second, I entered the hall, one of the SoDP crews commented on my cloth.
I was wearing (as almost always) my old jeans pants, t-shirt and flat sneakers.  She thought I was not well-dressed (actually, she was right … I never am)

I burst in anger, I was victimized by the sudden change and before I had any chance to protest, a lady scolded me because of my appearance!
I started crying…
My classmates stunned…
I was crying continuously…
I wept.

“Susan, calm down… it soon will be your time to present your work!”, later the inner voice soothed me.
“OK… It’s enough!” I decided.
I went to the rest room, washed my face and put my jacket on.
“Hey, the jacket suits me well!” I saw my image in the mirror and felt perfectly ready for the examination.
The examination went without any obstacle. Another A for my transcript.
I closed the examination room door happily…

“How was it?” My classmates asked.
“It was very good!” I cheered.

Pak Eko stared at me, and calmly said, “But you know what, Susan… you should always have a towel for weeping your tears… a common handkerchief is not enough… a handkerchief will soon soak in your tears… twist it and you will get a bucket of tears!!!”

I agreed…

From that moment, Pak Eko’s favorite greeting for me is, “Do you have your towel with you?”

Not always, Pak…
Not always, Sir…


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