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2/28/2005

Book review: Essentials of Statistics, 2e, by Mario F. Triola

File under: Those Who Can't, Queen of Sciences. Posted by Moebius Stripper at 6:56 pm.

[I’ve decided to make a habit of reviewing all of the textbooks I use. This one’s cross-posted on amazon.com, which contains many reviews of math texts, very few of which seem to be written by people who know much about math or math texts. I’ve also reviewed the dreadful precalculus book, and a calculus text that I’m appreciating a lot more in retrospect.]

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Triola’s book is, for the most part, an excellent choice for an intro stats course. As an instructor, I find it relatively easy to work with, and the included STATDISK gives students many opportunities to analyze large sets of data without having to enter hundreds of values into calculators or computers. It also contains a lot of examples taken from actual data sets; this is the text that will deflect that ubiquitous “what’s this useful for in real life” question from students. A few issues, though, dog the book. In order of importance:

  1. Chapter 3-6, on counting methods is either underdeveloped or overdeveloped, depending on perspective. The short section gives an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink survey of the topic - permutations and combinations and such are dealt with in one fell swoop and followed up with only a smattering of problems, giving students little oportunity to fully digest the most mathematically-intense part of the course. If you’re teaching this course to math majors, you’ll need additional time and material for this section (I recommend Sullivan and Mizrahi’s Finite Mathematics); if you’re teaching humanities/social science majors, who are more concerned with data collecting and analysis, I’d recommend skipping this chapter entirely.
  2. The book makes such frequent references to the TI-83+ calculator that one is inclined to wonder if Triola is receiving kickbacks from Texas Instruments. Contrary to what the book would have you believe, it’s not necessary to invest in this beast (retail price: >$100) in order to compute standard deviations and correlation coefficients; my students are managing just fine with their $15 calculators with statistical functions.
  3. In Chapter 4, there’s some mention of the principle that if, under certain assumptions, the probability of an *observed event* is very low, then the assumptions are probably incorrect. There’s some merit to that, to be sure (if all 1000 of my coin flips came up heads, it’s natural to question the original assumption that my coin was fair), but Triola would do well to apply the critical thinking procedures exalted in Chapter 1 to elaborate on this. For instance: it’s highly unlikely that Betty Terwilliger would have won the jackpot in the Lotto 6-49 if the contest wasn’t rigged (probability: 1/14000000 or thereabouts), and yet, she did. (Similar arguments can be - and have been - used to defend intelligent design and astrology.) It’s a subtle concept, one that deserves more attention than the cursory “this is the law, and it’s important” treatment that Triola gives it.

These flaws aside, Essentials is a sound survey of the subject, one that’s very nicely designed with its audience of humanities and social science majors in mind. The examples are timely, and the anecdotes are interesting and relevant. The book justifies the subject matter without getting bogged down in formality, which is an ideal balance for its intended audience. In the hands of a knowledgeable and experienced instructor with sufficient prep time, it provides very good support to a statistics course for non-majors, but it’s not self-contained.

Everything I Ever Needed To Know About Setting Math Tests, I Learned From My Five-Year-Old Self

File under: Those Who Can't, When We Were Young, Know Thyself. Posted by Moebius Stripper at 8:28 am.

Every semester, I get complaints from students who take issue with my testing style, which requires them to avail themselves of cognitive functions more complex than those of memorization and pattern-matching. The standard complaint is a variation of “some of the questions on the test are different from the ones you gave on the homework, and that’s not fair.” I have a variety of explanations and analogies I use for this purpose; these days, I tend to explain that I want to see my students apply what they are learning in my class, and I point out that there are very few jobs in which one’s boss will assign only tasks that are identical to ones that he or she has outlined step-by-step before . None of those jobs, I tell them, require university educations. In fact, I point out to the students to whom this is relevant - many of my students are in my class so that they may have career options beyond the dull, low-paying jobs at which they worked for a decade or so.

But I’ve never used the most apt analogy available. My most compelling reason for testing beyond the exact material I presented in class has its roots in my early childhood.

When I was four and a half, five years old, my mother was pregnant with my brother. Five is an awkward age for this sort of thing - it’s old enough to see through the stork explanation, but too young to really understand the nuts and bolts of conception. My mother’s first-pass attempt to negotiate that murky territory between Satisfy Child’s Curiosity and They Don’t Need To Know Everything Quite Yet was, I presume, a pretty standard simplification of affairs. Bypassing the nitty-gritty of it all, Mom’s explanation segued right from foreplay into conception: Mommy and Daddy cuddled a lot, she told me, and then the baby got inside Mommy.

This made sense to me at first, and I, wanting a baby of my own, decided to apply my new knowledge. I don’t think I’ve ever greeted my father as affectionately upon his arrival home from work as I did that week during my mom’s third trimester, and both of my parents were quite touched by this display of love until they discovered my ulterior motive. The limitations of the cuddling story thus revealed, my mother sat me down beside her, and explained the whole damned thing to me, or close enough. I don’t remember exactly how she presented the story, but I do recall that it involved a penis and a vagina and a sperm and an egg and a uterus, and all sorts of other cool stuff I had never heard of before. I was fascinated. (I was also, I should mention, touched by how much my parents must have wanted babies if they were willing to go through all that to have us. Not just the pregnancy and labour part, but the rest of it, too.)

This was a real mouthful, especially for a child not quite five, so during the course of the story, my mother would periodically ask me questions to ensure that I was following:

So tell me, honey, where does the baby grow?

The u-ter-us.

Good, sweetie, that’s right!

- and then she’d move on to a story about the umbilical cord or somesuch.

My mother was wonderfully impressed with how well I was taking it all in, and she regaled her friends and relatives with stories of how her precocious not-quite-five-year-old daughter actually understood how babies were made.

This all exploded a few days later, when I approached my mother earnestly with a question. I’d been thinking about this a lot, I said, and I understood all the stuff about how the baby gets made, and how it gets fed, and where it comes out, but there’s something I just don’t get.

What is it, sweetie?

Mommy, I said, when it’s time for the baby to be born, how does it jump over the sperm and the egg?

A few years ago, when my mother told me this story, she reflected at length on how she’d really, truly believed that I understood the human reproductive process, and then - that question. I could repeat parts of the story back to her, but I had missed the point utterly.

I know now, however, exactly how my mother felt. I don’t have a five-year-old and a negative-point-seven-year-old, but I have four math classrooms full of first-year students. Many - nay, most - of them put long hours into their homework, and a majority are reasonably proficient at producing answers to homework problems, as long as their friends, their tutors, or their instructors have worked out identical examples before. Many of those same students have no true understanding of simple algebra. They can repeat things back to me, but they have no concept of the hows, the whys of it all. I’d be a negligent teacher if I allowed that group to excel without addressing the huge gaps in their knowledge.

And this is what accounts for my (firm! non-negotiable!) philosophy of giving tests containing questions that differ ever so slightly from the examples from class and from the homework. In testing my students thusly, I’m not trying to trick them; I’m merely trying to gauge how well they know the material, rather than simply how well they can memorize the limited set of problems I do in class. In one class, for instance, I discussed how one can produce a graph by seeing how the function differs from a simpler, more familiar function. I did several examples involving parabolas, absolute value, and square root functions, and I assigned some homework on the topic. On the test, instead of giving them a function and telling them to give me a graph, I gave them a graph and told them to find the function. This allowed me to distinguish between the students who merely sleepwalked through the assignment, and the students who actually thought about it.

This approach has made me unpopular with a vocal contingent of my students, many of whom see no tension between their bald admissions that they can’t add fractions, and their routine claims that they deserve A’s and B’s in my class. I will not bend on this issue, and on occasion I toy with the possibility of telling them the story from my childhood that gave rise to my dogmatism.

Yes, I’d say to them, you did the homework, and you can do questions that are identical to the ones I did in class. Questions like that test if you know that the baby grows in the uterus.

But getting you to repeat the homework questions that I showed you isn’t enough to convince me that you realize that the baby doesn’t jump over the sperm and the egg, and that’s at least as important.

At some point, my mother brought home Where Did I Come From, which I still think provides a marvellous, age-appropriate, and quite thorough explanation of above. I highly recommend it.

2/27/2005

Just what the doctor ordered.

File under: Meta-Meta, Know Thyself. Posted by Moebius Stripper at 8:21 pm.

Two nights before Study Week began, my subconscious tormented me with a cacophony of every teaching-related nightmare known to those of us who ply that trade: I was running late to class, I’d gotten my schedule mixed up, I’d neglected to don clothes that morning, I’d dropped the calculus tests in a mud puddle, I’d forgotten to photocopy the probability quizzes, and on top of all that, my students had staged a coup and as a result I was about to be replaced by the Nice Teacher. At three in the morning, I bolted upright gasping for air, and when my heart finally stopped racing, I said aloud to an empty room: “I need exactly one week off.”

I just returned from a lovely vacation south of the border, and I’m really looking forward to returning to class tomorrow.

Still to come, from the requested posts: I’ve got #3 on draft mode, and I should have it finished tomorrow when I’m less tired; I’ve got a really doozy of a #5 for you (starring the hungry hungry student), #2’s good to go, pretty much; no one cares about #1, and when I can think of a way to present #4 in such a way that depicts my twelve-year-old self as funny-pathetic, rather than just pathetic-pathetic, y’all’ll be the first to know.

2/17/2005

Gone fishin’.

File under: Meta-Meta, Know Thyself. Posted by Moebius Stripper at 10:13 pm.

Tomorrow’s the last day of classes before a week-long break, and not a moment too soon: while “brink of insanity” doesn’t quite characterise my present state, it would a week hence if I had to teach and hold office hours next week. Well, technically, the latter is required of me: a few weeks ago, the dean sent an all-staff email telling us that this was Study Week, thankyouverymuch, and that we were to be accessible to our students, who would be on campus availing themselves of our services each and every day, as opposed to skiing or going to Cancun. Fortunately, the tutorial centre is open, and the powers that be in the department seem to subscribe to a don’t-ask-don’t-tell Study Week vacation policy. Not that I’m keeping any secrets, and part of me almost wants to be discovered so that I can counter, “Yeah, I was out of town; what are you gonna do, huh - FIRE ME?”

(My contract, for those of you just tuning in, expires in April. I blog pseudonymously in part because I’m still in the job market and I figure that no one in the Lower Mainland is explicitly looking to hire a twentysomething curmudgeon as a college instructor. That said - is anyone in the Lower Mainland looking to hire a twentysomething curmudgeon as a college instructor? Email me - moebiusstripper at talldarkandmysterious dot ca - if you are.)

Anyway, bottom line: I need the break. I’m exhausted - too exhausted to even crack wise about the source of my exhaustion right now (summary: the students), so I’m going to take a break from this space for the next week as well, even though I have several posts that I want to write and simply don’t have the energy for. And so, I leave a week’s worth of narcissism here in the interim, by turning the topic of my next post over to you.

Your options:

  1. Reflections on Hotel Rwanda
  2. A short story I submitted to the Vinyl Cafe Story Exchange
  3. Everything I Ever Needed to Know About Setting Math Tests, I Learned From My Five-Year-Old Self
  4. The Time I Was A Bridesmaid For My Aunt’s Wedding, and No, Aunt J, I Still Haven’t Forgiven You For That Dress
  5. Snark About Students: The Saga Continues

Also: if anyone I know in real life wants to try their hand at the guest-blogging thang, drop me a line.

See you in March.

2/14/2005

I thought about creating a drinking game, but I can’t very well go to class hung over

File under: 1000 Words, Those Who Can't, Queen of Sciences. Posted by Moebius Stripper at 11:07 am.

Following the emotional turmoil that was marking the precalculus tests, I decided that what I needed was to turn grading predictably miserably-done tests into a fun game.

And so, ladies and gentlemen, I hereby present - precalculus bingo:

Now, even if I lose, I win. I’m almost looking forward to next month’s test!

Update, Feb 16: Someone’s written Calculus Bingo. I’m grading calc tests today, so maybe I’ll play.

2/12/2005

Teaching binary math to third-graders

File under: Those Who Can't, Queen of Sciences. Posted by Moebius Stripper at 6:54 pm.

A few weeks ago, TangoMan from Gene Expression sent me this fascinating description of a teacher’s use of the Socratic method to teach binary math to schoolchildren. It’s too interesting to excerpt; read the whole thing.

I don’t teach math to little kids very often, but I’ll have to keep this in mind if I ever get back into math mentoring. One thing that came to mind in reading this page: this is the answer to the inane claim that the only alternative to teaching little kids boring drill-type math that will surely turn them off the subject forever, is to gloss over the boring routine stuff and give them calculators while they’re still at the age where they’re liable to chew on them. The kids in this link learned some real math, and had fun doing it.

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