My philosophy teacher is a small, slightly twitchy man with a faint New York accent. I likes 'im.
My bio teacher has an Indian accent that is just a wee bit more understandable than last semester's algebra prof. Unfortunately, trying to decipher biology is a helluva lot more tricky than deciphering algebra. Weep. The guy next to me and I sat there attempting to figure out what the hell he was saying. Thank god for projectors, or we'd be completely lost.
Have not seen Kevin-from-Spanish online. Am tempted to go to his apartment and see if he's alive.