His name was James, a lecturer at my uni. Pretty much all the lecturers I'd previously had were pretty bad- they were bored, boring, not great at explaining things or communicating properly, and it seemed like they thought that they had better things to do than talk in front of hundreds of students who probably not paying attention anyway. James, however, was fun, passionate about his area of expertise, enthusiastic, genuinely cared about his students, and was able to hold everyone's attention. I actually looked forward to his lectures every week. He taught a sociology subject, and his interest in teaching was evident as soon as he walked into the lecture room, with a big smile on his face, removing his shoes to get comfortable as if he'd just stepped into his home, and sitting down next to individual students to have a little chat with them before he started the lecture.
I remember one time, when it was a particularly hot day and the airconditioning broke down, every person in the room was miserable and I don't think anyone was listening to him. He told everyone to stand up, and promptly taught us a little dance to break things up a bit and to brighten the mood. Most lecturers wouldn't have cared, and would have kept droning on until the end.
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His name was James, a lecturer at my uni. Pretty much all the lecturers I'd previously had were pretty bad- they were bored, boring, not great at explaining things or communicating properly, and it seemed like they thought that they had better things to do than talk in front of hundreds of students who probably not paying attention anyway. James, however, was fun, passionate about his area of expertise, enthusiastic, genuinely cared about his students, and was able to hold everyone's attention. I actually looked forward to his lectures every week. He taught a sociology subject, and his interest in teaching was evident as soon as he walked into the lecture room, with a big smile on his face, removing his shoes to get comfortable as if he'd just stepped into his home, and sitting down next to individual students to have a little chat with them before he started the lecture.
I remember one time, when it was a particularly hot day and the airconditioning broke down, every person in the room was miserable and I don't think anyone was listening to him. He told everyone to stand up, and promptly taught us a little dance to break things up a bit and to brighten the mood. Most lecturers wouldn't have cared, and would have kept droning on until the end.