I emailed the lecturer about my poor grading (68.33%) from the last test.
I wanted to know where I failed, and what I could have done better so I can incorporate his feedback positively in future,
He suggested we met, and before he looked at my paper he blurted indignantly,
"What did you expect? Youre going against extremely intelligent and bright students in this class, some of your answers paled in comparison!"
Ouch. He's the expert - he obviously saw through me and made the psychoanalysis that I was simply
Okay, maybe i'm a simple Jane with how I presented my regressional fucken analysis, okay, maybe my alternative hypothesis was pathetic compared to the nerdy wanker doing his second PhD in 2 years, but maybe, I just answered the question you bloody asked and I didn't make a song and dance about giving various examples and graphs.
I'm never gonna attempt statistical bullshit again.
My stupid mind is now saying:
I hope the bastard is miserable and insomniac.
I hope he grows a scrotum on his forehead., it'll definitely match his dickhead complexion.
Who needs to do quantitative research anyway, aside from the World Bank, ADB, CBS, BBC, EU and all them jerks.
kao i se umu gei koeaiiga polo maagumigumi.