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Most of the time, James may be an idiot; he may be the biggest moron that I have
ever met. He may kidnap small children and sacrifice them to his strange pagan
deity. I don't know, and it doesn't matter. At least twice a week he turns
into a benevolent uber-teacher, and turns thirteen pathetic misfits into some of the best
artists this side of the International Date Line. I know that some lumps of clay are
harder to mold than others, and I'm well aware that some of us have far to go before we
become complete. But I also know that we are all MUCH closer to completion
than we were six months ago, and that from now on, whatever successes we have in Improv,
onstage, or in life, we can partially attribute to James E. Whittington.
- Anonymous class evaluation
(Person not shown in picture: James E. Whittington)
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