stats class continued...

so many memories of stats class.  i had that class with jerod, who i worked with one summer - i was on trails and he was on fire. 

the story of when i first met jerod.  i like to pronounce it juh-rod.  just a little fyi...
i had started work about two weeks before the rest of my crew, in an attempt for my mom to get rid of me and to make me suck up my...wussiness about just having my wisdom teeth taken out.  (which was Horrible, by the way)
since i started early, i was just by myself most of the time.  i had to mow the lawn alot in encampment, and so one day when i was getting ready to eat lunch, the fire guys came out to eat.  so i grabbed my lunch, which consisted of a yogurt, because i still couldn't eat, partly because of the gaping holes in my mouth, and partly because my meds (strong ones - i probably shouldn't have been operating heavy machinery - or any machinery, really) were still making me sick.  and i asked them if i could have lunch with them.  jerod looked at my yogurt and was like "um, i don't think your lunch will fit at our table, sorry." 
we were instant friends.  and it just got worse from there.

we found out we had stats together so we sat together and talked through lecture every tuesday and thursday.  i'm pretty sure our professor hated us.  when he would make his little comments about "if you can't get out of it, you might as well get into it" he would always look at us pointedly.  but it never worked. 
there were a lot of good specimens in that lecture for us to make fun of:  the head nodder, square face girl, the nose picker, the boy with beautiful locks, the list goes on.  we had a lot of fun in lecture.

since everyone always leaves early for thanksgiving break, our professor told us he would give us all extra credit if we came to class.  we had to turn in a hand turkey to prove that we were in class.  jerod and i were really excited about this, and thought that we could maybe get on our professor's good side (or maybe even just off of his, uh, shit list) if we turned in really gorgeous turkeys.  so we bought feathers and glitter and even google eyes.
everyone looked at us funny when we turned in our turkeys.  but we were proud of them.  we imagined pretz, our professor, was so impressed that he hung our turkeys on his door, to remind him for the rest of his days what dedicated students he taught. 
here are the rough drafts, before we added the glitter and feathers:
(unfortunately, i never got a picture of the final draft...)

i don't know about jerod, but it must have worked for me because i got an a in the class...suprisingly...!