I took it in the winter trimester of 1966 in the old Leigh Hall on University Ave. His accent was so thick you couldn't understand a word he said in that lecture hall of 300 students that would have fist fights to get a front row seat. His microphone had a short in it and would rattle constantly as he wrote equations on the blackboard with his right hand and erased them with his left.....that course almost killed me, literally.
In '63, my calculus lecturer had such a thick Hispanic accent that I gave up listening and fog-slept.
Then 3 days before midterm I opened the thick book for the first time and got hit with the fact that I
couldn't understand diddly. I skipped 3 full days of classes cramming (rereading 'til I got it).
Oh please lord lecturer
Forgive this devilish conjecturer.
Is it what you speak that reeks,
or what you reek that speaks ?