Cleavage.

I seriously almost crapped my pants from laughter in my last class. It was the class on Israeli sociology. Contrary to what you may have assumed after reading a post about the professor's English writing, the professor's English speech is pretty good. She's one of those people who, even though she definitely sounds foreign, makes you jealous because she's academically fluent in a foreign language. In spite of her extremely heavy Israeli accent, she only rarely has to search for words, and actually uses quite sophistocated words from time to time. And I guess that's where today's problem arose. And again, I want to stress that this is not an attempt to make fun of her, because CLEARLY she's the intelligent one here and and I'm immature little kid.

Today she talked about cleavages. Cleavages in Israeli society. And she used the word correctly, because a cleavage can be a split, like in society. It's also kind of a sophisticated word to use. But, of course, being the five year old that I am....I kept thinking "boobs." And I started giggling.

It totally wouldn't have been a huge deal. Exception she kept saying "cleavage" again and again. And again. And again.

I cannot stress how many times she said the word "cleavage." There were "huge cleavages," "deep cleavages," "multiple cleavages," "serious cleavages," "forgotten cleavages," and, my personal favorite, "dangerous cleavages."

And I'm looking around to see the other 10 people in my class, to see if I'm the only one who is cracking up....and I am. I'm like ready to die from holding in the laughter, and everyone else looks like they're at a funeral.

But oh my gawd, the use of the word "cleavage" did NOT end. We then had "Israeli societal cleavages," "religious cleavages," "ethnic cleavage," and more cleavage cleavage cleavage.

Every single time I'd struggle to contain myself, and I'd finally calm down and stop shaking with suppressed laughter....and then she'd use the word "cleavage" again. This is basically what happened for all 50 minutes of class. The class should have been called "Cleavage," because that's basically the only word I remember from today. I think the problem is that when you're teaching in a foreign language (like the prof was), it's hard to switch around using synonyms and whatnot. So you end up re-using some words a lot. Like "cleavage." I'm pretty sure that I heard the word "cleavage" more today than any form of the verb "to be."
It got to the point where I heard the word "cleavage" so many times that simply hearing it again was funny, regardless of its meaning.

I finally did burst out with laughter at one point, but luckily I was able to cover it up with a coughing fit.


...this post is gonna get me some interesting hits from the Google search engine.