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Some years ago, there was a fertility product on the market which claimed to increase a couple’s likelihood of having a baby in their choice of boy or girl. You won’t find this product at your local pharmacy anymore because further tests debunked such a claim.

In my (take-home) final exam in statistics and probability, we had to perform the same hypothesis tests on other product claims. The calculations are easy, but understanding the process (so you know which numbers go where in a formula) is sooo difficult!

So, a small group of us decided to put our heads together to make sense of this. After a whole day of studying together and hours with the professor in class, we went home still scratching our heads. When I got home, I burried my head in the book for 2 straight days until…. eureka!!!!!!! I got it!!! I finally got it! I’m so excited, I can kiss my professor! (No, no, not the young hottie professor I mentioned before in my other class. This one is a retired aeronautics engineer [read: grandpa geek] who is shaped like a teapot [read: short and stout].)

Anyway, I feel obliged to share the solutions with my study group. Some of them work really hard in class and have contributed to my learning, but some just copy everyone else’s answers verbatim not knowing what they’re scribbling. I can’t share with one and not the other. I would love to help those who help themselves. But free-loaders annoy me to no end!

Oh geez, it’s 2:30 in the morning! I think I’m done thinking for today.

This video was sent to me. I will have you know, I am nothing like this person……. anymore.

Check it out here.

I’ve been at it since this morning. Class project meeting, exams, and evening class. Somewhere in between, I had to leave school, fetch James from home, and drive him to band practice. So glad my classmate stopped at Wegman’s for a few pastries before the meeting. A yummy, almond-crusted croissant and 3 bottles of water were all I had for sustenance until I came home at 10:00 this evening.

I’m just checking my emails then off to more schoolwork. I’m so motivated today, perhaps it’s knowing I can relax again this time next week.

Goodbye, word problems!

Sionara, graphing calculator!

Hasta la vista, piles of scrap paper!

After much deliberation, we’ve decided to brave the hurricanes and cruise after all. I learned we’re actually safer on a cruise than in Florida in hurricane season. The worse case scenario? We stay at sea and never dock in Bermuda. We’re willing to take that risk because there’s really no reason to leave this ship! You guys have to see what’s onboard Royal Caribbean’s Voyager class of vessels. Perhaps I can entince some of you to join us?

Before you scroll down to the pictures, I just have to add… I’m convinced I’ve made a vacation convert of Don. Seriously! I brought up alternate venues like sight-seeing in the northwest, road trips, nature, blah, blah, blah. And he said, nah, let’s just go on a cruise. Well, alrighty then!

So aside from the pools, spas, theaters, and casinos common on all cruises, I googled some pics of facilities found only on this cruise line so far. So who wants to join us?

	it has an ICE RINK !!!
	the Univ of Miami’s Ocean Research Lab
	a shopping mall with restaurants and cafes
	the main dining room is 3-stories high
	a Johnny Rockets diner onboard (I read this place has a constant 30-min wait.  Why, when the lobster and filet mignon are in the posh main dining room?)
	Miniature golf
	an inline skating track separate from the jogging track (Mannn, I haven’t skated since junior high!)
	and here at the full-sized basketball court and rock-climbing wall is where we’ll find James at any given time. if not here, then in the teen lounge where the girls are ;-)

Don and I went up to bed early on Saturday night when we heard the all-too-familiar sound of stereo music vibrating thru the house. Simultaneously, we looked at each other and sighed, “James is baaack!” And I was just getting used to not having to follow up with (read: nag) a child about noise, clutter, etc.

The photos are courtesy of my SIL. In the care package I sent to James, I included a disposable camera wrapped in a letter pleading with him to get just one picture in his staff uniform for his scrapbook. You’d think all the junk food I sent it with was enough of a bribe, but noooo. Glad my SIL was there to drop off her son to camp.

It is a big deal. It’s a Rhodes family tradition, like Forest Gump and his military lineage. Don and siblings all attended this camp. James hasn’t missed a summer since he was old enough to go. This summer, he was old enough to work in the crew like his dad, dad’s siblings, and granpda did. So you see, a scrapbook of the Rhodes family is not complete without a chapter on this camp.