An explanation

Ok. I feel like I owe an explanation to certain people. Particularly, those few who ran into me last night, at around 9:30pm, as I was leaving campus after my last class. I can't help but cringe as I recall their confused expressions as they hopelessly tried to understand what I was saying.

Here is what happens. On most occasions, I speak English pretty well. I mean, in terms of sentence structure and pronunciation. However, when I get very tired, or when I solve a lot of math (I do arithmetic in Russian), my accent deteriorates into something truly awful. It becomes a sort of weird blend of a typical Brooklyn accent, a typical British accent, and Yakov Smirnoff. I also tend to forget adverbs, and that certainly doesn't help the situation.

Yesterday, I had work from 8am-4pm, followed by class from 4pm-9pm. I enjoyed my Discrete Math class, but after that, it was pretty much a losing battle to retain consciousness while avoiding a lethal overdose of caffeine. So, by the time that I started to make my way home, my accent was quite appalling.

I am much better now, as I always am in the morning. So... err... sorry about that, folks.