Unlike my Berkeley days when I lacked any courage to go to office hours, I go to the office hours for my statistics TAs every week. Of course, taking this undergrad course had impact on my self-esteem. First of all, it\\’s an undergrad course (a stat course I neglected to take at Cal). And second of all, I really am struggling with the material.<\/p>\n
I haven\\’t done any calculus for more than 4 years! What is an integral again?<\/p>\n
So I go to this TA office hours and ask for help. At one point, he asks me and the other student there for our e-mail addresses so that he could send us more information about certain questions. So I give my cmu.edu address without much thought. I leave the office hours early, because I realized that I had to spend some time reading the book myself and it would be a waste of time sitting there not knowing what I was doing. Also a classmate had told me how he had said, \\”I don\\’t know math.\\” Hello? This is a statistics class??? Also, during the office hours, he asked another stat TA for advice. Wait, what?<\/p>\n
So a few hours later, I check my e-mail and receive an e-mail from him. Note that his e-mail is only addressed to me (apparently, he doesn\\’t know my name because I never said so) and not to the other student. In the e-mail, he first apologizes for not keeping track of time and then he explains two stat problems. Then he says to e-mail him if I have any questions. And THEN he also leaves his phone number as another method of contact. Wait, a phone number?!?! Maybe I am reading too much into it, but who would leave a phone number to a student? And by reading the area code, it\\’s definitely not a landline. It\\’s some place in New York (yes I am a stalker). A definite cell number.<\/p>\n
When I was a RCC, I knew never to reveal my cell number to residents, because they would bother me endlessly. There was one time I was called out of my apartment at 11 pm. Note that I have this sympathetic side, I couldn\\’t say no to a plea for help. But it drove me crazy.<\/p>\n
Well at least now I know his name. It\\’s Kevin. He\\’s blond.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Unlike my Berkeley days when I lacked any courage to go to office hours, I go to the office hours for my statistics TAs every week. Of course, taking this undergrad course had impact on my self-esteem. First of all, … Continue reading