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so amused
I suppose if one has to listen to a lecture on burns in children at 8:30am, complete with absolutely GHASTLY photographs, one may as well have it be given by a lecturer who is either a frustrated Shakespearean actor or else a temporally misplaced television announcer from the 1950s. He is SO BRITISH and his vowels are SO POSH and, as one of my classmates noted, he seems to have a minumum vocabulary goal that he has to meet by the end of the day. I love him and wish to have him narrate my life.
He also hadn't been told that we rural students would be teleconferencing the lecture, and so when we opened our mic to tell him that when he wandered away from the lectern mic we COULDN'T HEAR HIM ANY MORE, he got something of a shock. Sudden voice from the heavens!
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OH GOD it's not even a single lecture, it's a two-hour presentation. MORE PICTURES. Fantastic. I didn't need my retinas anyway.
He also hadn't been told that we rural students would be teleconferencing the lecture, and so when we opened our mic to tell him that when he wandered away from the lectern mic we COULDN'T HEAR HIM ANY MORE, he got something of a shock. Sudden voice from the heavens!
...
OH GOD it's not even a single lecture, it's a two-hour presentation. MORE PICTURES. Fantastic. I didn't need my retinas anyway.