Different classes.. different mindsets..

Shoulder to shoulder, we sit
During psychology of a child's fix..
Eyes wide open, minds alert
We even speak up.. sensible and heard..

In a crowd of drowsy heads,
During learning theories and mispronounced words,

Eqaul me are in our disintrest!!
Benches apart, in our lack of zest..
- Safwa

Statistics and the women's brain.

When it comes to women doing satistics it is like they have dyslexia. All the numbers and symbols begin to dance around and move in such rapid fashion as if to impress the woman working on it.

Seriously, I think numbers and women dont go together. My friends and I were trying to get our research validated through statistics and we did a load of mean,standard deviation,degree of freedom,'t'..bla bla bla.. And in the end the only hypothesis we validated is the fact that women and statistics dont go togther and this is significant at 0.01 level of confidence.

Be a cognetive trait of the gender or the pure blondness of the inidividual it just does not work with women.( however we do see individual differences in the sample, keeping in mind all the smarts one in our class..)

On a serious note a study that was conducted in 2008 by the National Science Foundation researchers found that "girls perform as well as boys on standardized math tests. Although boys in high school performed better than girls in math 20 years ago, the researchers found, that is no longer the case. The reason, they said, is simple: "Girls used to take fewer advanced math courses than boys, but now they are taking just as many."

So that is probably the reason.. hmm.. Stats and us have part ways long ago and there is therefore very little hope that we would meet agian in cordial terms.

Civilized Doll

Clad in beautiful silk and nylon,
Ornamental gold shining so pure,
A Powdered face and a plastered smile;
I am the woman oh so perfect,
I am the woman on the magazine cover,
I am everyone..
I am .........the civilized me!

Beneath all this gold and glory,
I bury all traces of human fury
Which burns the wounded man's unhealed wound,
Which shoots the unborn soul..
Which survives on human destruction..
Which thrives on blood thirst...
Which i react and not respond to..
Which is buried deep in my soul..

What do I do...?
Whom do I call..?
I am after all a civilized doll!!!!