Omgoodness. My American Lit teacher is the worst public speaker ever. Seriously. It takes him about five minutes to get out one idea. Every other word is "uhm." I try really hard to focus but it takes him so effing long to spit out one sentence that I only catch the beginning and the end. I just want to scream at him, "SPIT IT OUT!" There was this point during class today where he said something, and then was waiting for someone to comment on it. But no one did. So there's this heavy silence in the room. I look at him, and he's studying his book really intently as if he's alone. His brows are furrowed, and he looks like he's contemplating something but he makes no move to initiate a discussion at all. I'm staring at him in consternation because I have no idea wtheck he's doing and then I can't help but laugh. But I suppress it because I don't want to look like I'm crazy. It's pretty ridiculous how horrible this guy is at leading a class. On the other hand I could have taken a Contemporary Women's Writers class with this woman who talks like she's singing a lullaby. Talks hella fast and in a hella soft voice. I have to focus really intently in order to hear her and half the time I miss what she's sasying. I guess I picked the lesser of two evils. Eh.