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through his designer shirt, and I kept thinking about what he might look
like without it. The shirt, that is. The sweat didn’t seem to bother me at
all.   Sweating and teaching us about the
Yanomamo? I’m surprised it was required by the school board. Was last night
really getting to me this much? I couldn't keep on like this.
    Eventually
Professor Tunde turned down the lights and put on a film strip – really
scratchy, outdated 1970's anthropological stuff. I was happy to be in the dark
now and to have something taking my mind off my professor and his sweaty
designer shirt.
    Lucky
me - the film began with a shot of none other than Professor Tunde - standing
in the in the middle of the Amazon rain forest. He claimed that the footage was
indeed from his time in the Amazon in the 1970's. Holy hell though; he only
looked about ten years younger! Tunde seemed to be like one of those poor
fellows who suffer from Dick Clark Disease. Dick Clark didn’t age until about
three years before his death. I think he was about 106 years old at that time.
Up until then he looked exactly as he did on American Bandstand back when my
parents were teenagers. Needless to say, women do not suffer from this disease.
    I
couldn't believe that our teacher had gone out himself into the asshole of
South America to live with those savages. But that's exactly what he did. And,
not unexpectedly, as I watched the film, my mind started to wander.
    Did
you know the women of the Yanomamo tribe are prohibited from participating in
almost any of the activities that the males do, except for " endocannibalism ?"
    Do
you know what endocannibalism is? I didn't either.
Apparently, it's the practice of eating the deceased of one's own tribe in
order to keep their spirit surviving through the ages.
    Did
you know that Roy Hamel, who sits two desks to my right, has this huge boner
almost every class and seems completely unashamed of? Frankly, it was huge. But
totally gross, none-the-less. Not in Professor Tunde’s class, pal. Show some
respect I thought as I gave him a dirty look he didn’t see.
    Did
you know that the Yanomamo ingest a hallucinogenic drug called Yakoana in order to meet spirits? Smells
a lot like the 3rd floor of Dunbar Hall on a Saturday night to me.
    The
class made the requisite " ewwwws " and
" nastys " during Professor Tunde's video.
Throughout it, he was leaning back in his chair, feet on the desk, grinning
widely with those gleaming white teeth. He had clearly impressed all of us, and
no one could take their eyes off the screen as a much younger man hacked his
way through the jungle and tore into raw-looking sides of pig alongside the
head-dressed, nearly naked Yanomamo people. Nobody that is, except me.
    I
kept glancing up from the sparse notes I was pretending to furiously scribble,
taking furtive glances in Professor Tunde's direction and thinking more than
once that he seemed to be looking back at me ...
    Did
you know that the Yanomamo men were notoriously ... virile?
    OKAY,
maybe I just made that part up.
    ………
    When
Professor Tunde's film wrapped up, the class spontaneously erupted in applause.
It was not like the conclusion of any lecture I had ever seen, and the
professor clearly relished the warm reception. I closed my notebook quickly,
after realizing that I had been doodling some vaguely
tribal-looking figures doing things that one really shouldn't be doodling
during Cultural Anthropology.
    "I'm
glad you all enjoyed the film, and as always, I'll be available after class to
answer any further questions you may have," the Professor said, smiling at
everyone, before turning mockingly stern. "And, as always, I expect a
reaction paper with a strict 'Informational Objective' from each of you this
coming Friday on the film."
    An
"informational objective" was Professor Tunde's phrase for the titles
of our reaction papers, stating exactly what we had sought to learn from the
book or film. It made our homework assignments unnecessarily