Holy....Moses!

I'm taking a religion class this fall, and it's pretty boring.



The professor is really old and nice. He comes into class with those old jackets that have the suede things on the elbow. Every time walks around the classroom or sits on the desk, there is like a collective gasp from us, as if he is going to die right then and there.



I sort of have interest in Buddhism and I thought the class would be of some good use to my heathen soul. There are days when i am completely captivated by the class, and then there are days when i would rather be drinking a coffee at Starbucks. Depends on the day i guess.



The professor has a TA for one of his intro religion classes, who occasionally sits in with our class when he has nothing else to do (or for shadowing purposes). You can tell that he looks up to our professor and hopes to be in his place one day.

I cannot begin to explain how hott this TA is. I MEAN HOTT. I usually don't go for the clean cut guys, preferring the messy sort of thing, but i would make an exception for Jordan. Oh Jordan. He's this tall, dirty blond haired dude who wears glasses. He has this definitive masculine face that you can't help but view as gorgeous, but the whole glasses thing makes him even more attractive, because he hides behind them. Like SUPERMAN. He's exactly like Clark Kent, sort of nerdy looking but you know once he takes off the glasses he's a hottie.

He's built too, like he's a runner or something. It's the weirdest thing to see this incredibly hot dude wanting to teach religion. I'm not saying all religious figures should be asexual creatures, but it's problematic when Brad Pitt wants to teach me about the Lord when I'm thinking "roll, roll, roll in the hay". I embarrass myself sometimes.

So, the professor wasn't there today because he had to go to some conference. He told us on Wednesday that Jordan would cover for him and go over the first two chapters in the Hiroshima book we are reading. I thought no one was going to show up today, for the sheer fact that no professor usually equals no class.

But when i walked in, a handful of girls had gotten there early, and the class was not as empty as i thought it was going to be. Jordan came in wearing some khaki's and a blue dress shirt. And though no uterus's dropped on the floor, i heard some heart's fluttering.

He actually did a good job. He admitted he knew nothing about Hiroshima (which i think was a ploy to start a class discussion), and asked people for their reactions to the bombing. He was thoughtful, interesting, and looked real good sitting in front of the class. He'd put his hand on his chin whenever someone talked, like he was taking in every word, and when someone said something he really like he would say "thank you for sharing with us, and opening up".

He's like a dream.

He started reading from an article that our professor wrote when he visited Hiroshima in the late 70's. Even his voice was heavenly. I think I'm in love, along with the other girls in the class. There has to be something in the rules about fantasizing about a religion teacher in training.

Anyway.

Today i found the best book in the library. In between shelving books i do run across some that i add on my "things to read this summer" list. Incidentally after my lustful dreams for Jordan i came across a book called "Misfit Sisters: Screen Horror as Female Rites of Passage".

It's a motherf*cking discussion about the similarities between Fairy Tales and Horror Movies. I'm in love. My two favorite genres clumped into one book and analyzed by some lady named Sue Short. So far she is doing a amazing job. I mean i have never looked at women's role in horror movies and fairy tales as some passage to adulthood. It's flipping awesome.

I have two papers and one project due next week and yet i see the majority of my weekend spent reading this book.

I'd check it out if i was you.