Mother Tongue
Jan16
on January 16, 2013
Chapter: Autumn 1911, Sleepwalking Through Class
Location: Robert Carter Memorial Hall
This is 100% autobiographical.
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Was I the only one rushing to Google Translate to find out what the latin part meant? The translation was quite disappointing: “strongly recommend you read the text in the order you bux opiniur su un eggs toward fiu”…
Oh man, I had a physics professor in college just like that. He talked fast, wrote on the chalk board as fast as he talked with one hand, erased the previous line with the other hand, spoke facing the chalk board and had a think Chinese accent.
I was sure glad when that class was over.
For me it was my World History 101 professor. I blame my C on his accent, especially since I did a lot better in my other history classes. What torture!
I had a German professor from Bavaria. The first day in class he speaks in rapid fire German throughout nearly the entire session and finally, at the end, he tells us how much he hates American beer. In English.
Ha! That’s funny. 🙂
Ave et in Rossetta Petra!
Never had alanguage issue did have a teacher who changed the specs on my final project everytime i had a progress meeting with him… i “forgot” to check in with him after the 4th time