In my 10th semester at uni, I'm sorry to say (for me! I'm sorry for me!) that I've just come across the worst lecturer I've ever had. It's not that this person doesn't know their stuff, or puts effort into the class. It's their voice, their way of speaking, their confused long-winded explanations that muddle even the most simple of concepts. It is painful, honestly, it really is. A group member said, dead seriously, "their voice hurts my ears" and made a grimace like you might make when you hear a high pitch squeal from speaker interference, for example. I have to resist the constant pressing urge to get up and leave. I consider it a feat worth celebrating if I even make it to the class, let along stay, let alone actually be there the entire 3 hours. The frustration/disappointment/something builds up and I feel like lashing out, like without warning I might start having muscle spasms or something. It's really that bad. I'm certain at points in the class that a dozen words would have been clearer and better understood than the 5 or 10 minutes this person harps on about the most simple, mind numbing, primary school concept, totally confusing the hell out of everyone in the process, without even a hint of a sound bite hidden in there to latch understanding onto. Half the class never comes and of those who do, most wander in between 10 to 30 minutes late and the majority leave after 1.5hrs. GAAAAAAHHH!