Math, asked by vanshika10061, 3 months ago

Find the probability that a non-leap year chosen at random has (1) 52 Sundays
(2) 53 Sundays.

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Answered by adhansk68

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Answer:

days in non leap year = 365 = 52 weeks & 1 day.

if this 1 day is not Sunday then the year will have 52 Sundays.

hence probability of 52 Sunday is = 6/7.

therefore probability of 53 Sunday is = 1/7. (when the 1 day is Sunday).

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