Statistics show that Kevin is crazy

There is something very wrong with me. Something very, horribly, wrong. I cannot understand it. I don't even think I know who I am anymore.

I actually like statistics.

What is wrong with me?!?

I have tried to figure out why I'm actually enjoying learning about statistical tests - goodness of fit, normal, ANOVA. Oh me oh my!

Perhaps it's because statistics is in large part trying to understand the unknown. How to go from what we do know, and applying it to what we don't know - going from sample to population. I might just be so pissed off at not 'knowing' anything that probabilistic-knowledge seems pretty appealing to me. All my learning has driven out certainty and truth. What is certain? What is true? What is true in the realm of religion, or ethics? Who can answer such questions? But with statistics, we can come to some probabilistic answer: it seems like this is the case - 5% chance we're wrong. I must admit, that's not too shabby.

Or maybe it's because for once I really look forward to using what I learn in one class (statistics) in another class (animal physiology lab). I haven't had such direct applicability for a long time. It is refreshing, to say the least.

I may never know why I like statistics. I have a feeling it's just a phase, like so many other intellectual phases that have come and gone.

It will all be over in a week, no doubt.