Tuesday evenings 4-6.
The murmurs when the American guy speaks just that little bit too loudly- again. "He gets so excited!"
The mature age student who never says anything relevant. (But the lecturer just smiles and ignores all the irrelevant stuff and finds the most obscure link to what we're actually talking about)
The beanhead in the hijab. (2 weeks ago, she was sitting in front of Wes and I, and in the break she turned around and asked us if she had a beanhead and proceeded to go to the bathroom to fix her hijab, convinced she had a beanhead, even though her friend was like you're being an idiot. So now every time Wes and I see her the only thing we have to say is "beanhead!" and the two of us crack up)
Oreos. (...are an awesome mid-lecture snack)
The lecturer who talks at a ridiculously fast pace. (My wrists hurt by the end of class)
Wes and I struggling to keep up.
Break's over.
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The murmurs when the American guy speaks just that little bit too loudly- again. "He gets so excited!"
The mature age student who never says anything relevant. (But the lecturer just smiles and ignores all the irrelevant stuff and finds the most obscure link to what we're actually talking about)
The beanhead in the hijab. (2 weeks ago, she was sitting in front of Wes and I, and in the break she turned around and asked us if she had a beanhead and proceeded to go to the bathroom to fix her hijab, convinced she had a beanhead, even though her friend was like you're being an idiot. So now every time Wes and I see her the only thing we have to say is "beanhead!" and the two of us crack up)
Oreos. (...are an awesome mid-lecture snack)
The lecturer who talks at a ridiculously fast pace. (My wrists hurt by the end of class)
Wes and I struggling to keep up.
Break's over.
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