College
Every semester I have crazy professors. There is always one or more of the following types: the quirky one, the brilliant one the nice one, the slightly big-headed one, and the one with the voice that no one can stand.
My Presentation Workshop professor is American. He is both brilliant and quirky. He is all over the place during lectures stopping once in a while to stare serenely into the wall or the floor to collect his thoughts. He rounds off all of his sentences with "Hmm" or "Does that sound good?". He's from California. He wore green, usually a sign of brilliance or understanding or energy. I think he's all three of those things.
My grammar prof has the annoying voice. Very high- pitched and thin and wispy. She keeps her arms close to her body but waves her hands ferociously during every sentence, so badly that I think she must have carpal tunnel. Her eyes are a sort of transparent blue. She smiles a lot and when she smiles her eyes are completely hidden behind thin lines of short eye-lashes covered in mascara.
My essay professor is the sweet one. He's Brittish and his voice is so enthusiastic. When you close your eyes and listen it sounds like he's cheering you on. But when you look at him while he speaks, he's actually just leaning calmly against the whiteboard, his eye-brows drooping down on the outside of both eyes. He looks sad, like he feels bad that he has to give us the scores of our diagnostic tests.
We meet the last one tomorrow. I know no one will read this, but one day I'm going to write a book about all the people I've met because they've all been so tremendouly fascinating. This is really just for me to remember them, not for anyone else to be interested. Can't wait for tomorrow.
My Presentation Workshop professor is American. He is both brilliant and quirky. He is all over the place during lectures stopping once in a while to stare serenely into the wall or the floor to collect his thoughts. He rounds off all of his sentences with "Hmm" or "Does that sound good?". He's from California. He wore green, usually a sign of brilliance or understanding or energy. I think he's all three of those things.
My grammar prof has the annoying voice. Very high- pitched and thin and wispy. She keeps her arms close to her body but waves her hands ferociously during every sentence, so badly that I think she must have carpal tunnel. Her eyes are a sort of transparent blue. She smiles a lot and when she smiles her eyes are completely hidden behind thin lines of short eye-lashes covered in mascara.
My essay professor is the sweet one. He's Brittish and his voice is so enthusiastic. When you close your eyes and listen it sounds like he's cheering you on. But when you look at him while he speaks, he's actually just leaning calmly against the whiteboard, his eye-brows drooping down on the outside of both eyes. He looks sad, like he feels bad that he has to give us the scores of our diagnostic tests.
We meet the last one tomorrow. I know no one will read this, but one day I'm going to write a book about all the people I've met because they've all been so tremendouly fascinating. This is really just for me to remember them, not for anyone else to be interested. Can't wait for tomorrow.