I never wanted
to exist in this Econometrics universe. Indeed, when it was first created, it
was considered a bad idea by many. But it does exist and life in it is dull,
dreary and depressing. You’d think someone with the capacity for such
alliteration would be appreciated. Did they recognise my talent? Of course they
didn’t. They left me stewing in a miserable mass of regression equations for 6
months. My only friend was youtube, a window to a fictitious universe far less
depressing than my own. One day my internet connection died.
Vocabulary larger
than the data collection problems involved in a medium-scale field experiment and
they ask me to run data through Stata. I’m just a disregarded student who must study
things that she doesn’t need to know so that she can get a job that she doesn’t
want to do. Call that foresight? Because I don’t.
I spent 6 months
rehearsing excuses for getting no useful results from my econometric exercises, often blaming the data instead of acknowledging our own incompetence. Oh I told them it was a
futile exercise to begin with. But nobody ever listens. Lyrical verses flowing
through my veins and they ask me to use crude words like heteroscedasticity.
Just when I was
wishing most fervently that the universe itself would end, they started calling
perfectly normal sectors of different galaxies – Beta 1 and Beta 2 – “regression
coefficients”. It was too much for me to take. Had they taught me something
useful, like how to combust spontaneously, I could have adequately expressed my
thoughts. Words often don’t make the point: something that makes me feel very
depressed.
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