What needs to be on the resume? This person, who hires actuaries, says you need: good grades, math major or related field, activities outside of class, a good SAT score, and writing ability.
Somewhere that answers actuary questions listed the top 17 colleges for this. But apparently they got some flak because it was removed. Too bad. University of Texas was one, but I was wondering if there might be another in Texas.
This source gives suggestions for high school students who want to be actuaries. Besides the normal stuff (do math, get good grades) they recommend:
“Enroll in computer science courses to develop your computer skills.”
“Look into actuarial internships for high school juniors and seniors.
Attend career fairs for the actuarial profession.
Consider attending an actuarial summer program.”
Then for college students they recommend:
3 semesters of calculus
1 semester of linear algebra
2 semesters of calculus-based probability and statistics
business courses, such as marketing
computer science courses
communication courses, like writing, technical writing, speech, or drama courses
literature, history, art, political science, the humanities, and other liberal arts classes
actuarial science courses, as available
I wonder how much of the writing/lit stuff they want. Enough to show that you aren’t just a math-aholic I guess.
Just because I was wondering.
The doctors of ancient Greece and China had it right when they applied cool and minty salves to soothe aches and pains, a new study suggests.
Healers in ancient Chinese societies treated injuries with mint oil, which contains anti-inflammatory properties and produces a cooling effect on the skin.
Cold compresses were also recommended in the fifth century BC by Hippocrates, who is considered the father of modern medicine. Swelling and joint pain could be eased by the numbing effect of copious amounts of cold water, the ancient Greek scholar said.
This is being used in modern medicine now, according to Live Science.
It’s something Dielli would have used.
so vote Republican while you can!” has been recommended as a winning campaign sloagan. According to The New Republic, found via Discriminations, reminding people of 9/11 or their future death makes them more likely to like Bush.
The one that destroyed the Minoan society on Crete and probably created the Atlantis myth (which wasn’t called that originally, btw) may have been much more extensive than we thought. National Geographic
Apparently a deficiency in Vitamin D makes seniors (why not everyone?) more likely to fall, according to Reuter’s.
Okay. Keep taking my prenatals and get some Vitamin D for my mom. What’s another little pill among hundreds?
can equal brain damage, according to Reuter’s.
Maybe I need to get breathe rite strips for M too.
but not inches. My weight this morning was 166.4. However, I am glad that I’m losing weight. I told R that this was the lowest I’d weighed all year. But it wasn’t. For a day in May I weighed 163. I’ll get there.
Ray Robison says FSI is offering language courses for free. There are nine languages, including French, Spanish, Chinese, and Turkish.
That’s how many people died on 9/11. That’s how many blog tributes D. C. Roe is looking for.
I’ve put it off because I don’t know how to do this. But I’m going to try. I signed up. And this is what I saw:
Laura Gilly, age 32.
Place killed: World Trade Center. Resident of New York, N.Y. (USA).
She’s a beautiful blonde with a full smile and, in the picture with my assignment, she appears to be at a party. She’s with a friend and folks are in the background. She was obviously full of life.
11 The more the words,
the less the meaning,
and how does that profit anyone?
Shamelessly pinched from The Constructive Curmudgeon
“…the role of stories is to explain life, and the good stories, in their very substance and in the structure of their language, become revelation.” Andrew M. Greeley
My mom had a fall two weeks ago. Now she’s having hemoraghing in her eye and she can’t stand up without peeing and pooping. Forget the health problems, the humiliation of that would get to anyone over the age of two. She went to the ER for the incontinence. After keeping her there 24 hours they sent her home. She’ll get on a plane tomorrow and actually come home.
My sister has carpal tunnel syndrome. They told her years ago she needed surgery but she didn’t get it. (For some people it goes away.) She now cannot use her hands at all. She steers her car with her knee. (Alert! Alert! Stay off the roads near Sugar Land.) She has a 5 year old, a 2 year old, and a 3 month old. She needs her hand.
She has an appt with a doctor on Friday, but my folks are trying to get her in earlier. My dad’s taking care of the kids. (If you can’t hold a baby well, you might drop her. I kind of like AK as she is.)
I volunteered the boys to help take care of the kids. Then I found out M starts classes next week.
It was easier just being a homeschooler, without any of these enrichment classes.
This is another book by James Patterson. It is good, but sad. Sam is Jennifer’s grandmother who is the last member of her family alive. It’s a sweet and poignant story.
Jennifer is recovering, just barely, from the death of her husband and her subsequent miscarriage. And then she gets the call that her grandmother is in a coma. My favorite lines in the whole book are these, from page 21,
I had always thought of myself as strong-and now this. Somebody was trying to break me. Well, it wasn’t going to happen.
I found a little book by Tanith Lee called The Dragon Hoard at the library booksale. So I bought it and read it. It is a light, whimsical little book. Nothing too predictable and nothing too boring. I enjoyed it. But with chapters like “In which Princess Goodness becomes too good to be true” and “In which Prince Jasleth sets out to seek his fortune, and wishes he hadn’t” I rather knew I would.
A book lover posts on her feelings about books. As a fellow bibliophile I related to much of it.
Found via Scheiss Weekly
My husband submitted three photographs in our church’s arts contest. One won Grand Champion. The picture that won is here. It’s the first one with the green background.
KP wanted to join a book club, but didn’t know of one. I knew of one and called my friend who hosts it. She was excited to hear about a possible visitor. And she sent me the book they’re reading for this year’s first meeting so I can pass it on. It’s Marley and Me by John Grogan.
It’s the perfect book for a dog lover, which my friend is. It made me smile and laugh and cry.
It chronicles thirteen years in the life of a family, a married couple who get a dog, lose a baby, have a baby, have a baby, have a baby, move, … The dog is clearly a part of the family and beloved.
I’m glad KP wanted to be in a book club and that D thought to lend her the book through me. It was a good read.
My friend KP recommended James Patterson’s book Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas. I read a page or two and told her no thanks, I don’t want to read about a cheating husband. She said it wasn’t about that. Cheating wasn’t involved.
It was a beautiful story of love and hope renewed.
It is written as a diary and is the history of a sweet romance and marriage.
My eldest turned 15 about an hour ago. This week he will finish his first college class.
I remember when I thought, “Well, this is when we start needing birth control again. Oh, nope. I’m pregnant.” (I was less than two weeks pregnant at the time.)
I remember crazing sweet and sour chicken and not puking up pineapple upside down cake.
I remember when he was a baby and I’d burp him and he’d throw up.
I remember him telling his baby brother “NO!” when M would cry. It would stop M for a moment and then he would resume. E would admonish him again.
I remember him falling asleep with a hot dog in his hand. With a popsicle in his hand. With a corn dog in his hand. I remember him falling asleep halfway down the chair with some food in his hand.
I remember him fighting with his brother for HOURS at night when he was only seven. They could not be in the same room to sleep. We had a small room, about as big as a walk-in closet, but with a closet included, that we could move M into.
I remember putting all the toys the boys wouldn’t pick up into a giant red tub and putting it away. Six months later I found the GameBoy we had replaced.
I remember him being rewarded for growing up and being more mature by moving into the big bedroom.
I remember him hugging me and saying, “I love you.” (I’m fairly sure he rolled his eyes, but still!)
Happy birthday, son. I can’t believe it has been almost 16 years since you came into my life.