Freudian Slips and Hurricanes

awww, beach life never ceases to amaze me...i've now officially met at least once with all of my students. yesterday was my first meeting with my high school class. essentially, here was the scene: a crowded portable trailer with 28 students and only 25 desks. they all kept asking me questions i had no idea how to answer...meanwhile, one of the math teachers (who apparently "owned" this particular trailer) sat in the classroom grading papers, yes the whole time. things went well. they all seem to be open with speaking their opinions, which is great for high schoolers.

so....during the lecture, i was trying to speak about structural-functionalism and i was discussing how they believe society functions similar to an organism where all the organs have to work together for the functioning/survival of the whole. apparently this sentence had too any words like functioning and organs, as i plainly said, "ORGASM". the class erupted in laughter. i turned bright red. i luckily was able to regain my composure and continue on...but i couldn't help thinking, "oh holy shit. i just said the word orgasm to 30 public high school students!"

apparently i still have a job. ha.

beyond that, classes were canceled this afternoon due to Ernesto...which is having some issues of self identity and keeps going back and forth from a storm to a hurricane. while living in charlotte, i never thought about hurricanes that often (yes, i remember hugo),but it wasn't something that happens that frequently. now i'm learning all sorts of interesting items about hurricanes. its not out of interest, merely survival. i'm pretty sure that since i was given the evening off, i will most certainly lose power so i can't enjoy it in a proper lazy fashion and watch countless hours of tv.

the realty company called tim about 30 minutes ago to remind him that we are living in a low lying area and that we might want to remove any items of value...weird. i'm considering nailing all of our furniture to the ceiling...or at least the cats. "i'm just messing with you guys".

i'll keep you updated. i'll take pictures, particularly if tim and i are swimming around the apartment later.

did anyone watch project runway? i hate jeffrey. come to think of it...when i first saw him with that tattoo on his neck...i had a feeling that we wouldn't get along. and it said detroit. its just that attitude gets on my nerves. and what was so special about that outfit? i could pick it up at the local hot topic or any beach store on ocean boulevard.

michael and kayne are my favorites, for sure. that being said, i think michael may win it all. they don't seem to like kayne's taste, but i feel he is a kindred spirit in my white trash upbringing. i always feel sort of weird when the judges discuss michael....i always feel like when they say, "oh he is so thoughtful.." that what they are really thinking is, "oh, this black man with a gold tooth, its amazing that he is so thoughtful and well-spoken and a great designer"...but maybe i'm just being a sensitive sociologist.

i suppose i shall go read pink is the new blog...and listen to my tim gunn podcast. they'll understand me.