You Know What's Cooler Than Magic? Math.

 

Math isn't just math, like how data isn't just numbers. Everything tells a story, including data. If I say the number 10, no one bats an eye. They think, why is this guy talking to himself? But if I say I saved 10 people at a crime scene, everyone calls me a superhero. The background of numbers makes them matter. Without context, no one would care or pay attention to data. Without it, 5 trillion would just seem like a big number. It wouldn’t be the amount of people that could have died if Doctor Strange hadn’t calculated all the possibilities and all lives that had to be sacrificed to beat Thanos. It’s just like the trolly problem. When given the task of saving 1 or 5 lives you choose 5 automatically. But when it is mentioned that that one person is a close relative to you, suddenly you pause in your decision. Context matters and that’s what stats is all about. All those dead guys who made equations to predict and record data would have been ignored. If we hadn't cared about the specifics of data maybe the alphabet wouldn't have found its way into math.

Numbers will always be a part of your life. From using geometry to fight Doctor Strange, (who is supposed to be a good guy), to memorizing random numbers to impress a girl at academic decathlon nationals. Even us superheroes need to use correct data every once in a while, (even if most of it for me is using it in school). Understanding how stats can impact your daily life will help you in the long run. If you don't want to hear that from a couple of dead guys, listen to your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Signing off,
P.P.-(Earth 199999)

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  1. Olivia JacksonOctober 1, 2023 at 12:37 PM

    I think it was very interesting how you managed to tie in Spider-man to stats class in a unique way. I loved the ending sentence.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 1, 2023 at 2:01 PM

    I liked how you somehow managed to tie in spiderman with your statistics homework. It was a really creative way to rewrite the excerpt.

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