Hurrican’t

That's a terrible title. I know.

Today, the University, as we call it, canceled classes starting at 4:00 because of Hurricane Earl. The thing is, on Thursdays (todays), most classes start at either 3:30 or 5:00, including mine.

So, my 3:30 to 4:45 class was in a liminal space. I suppose we could have gone to class for 30 minutes, but then I think I'd be obligated to stop at 4, which wouldn't have been that useful. So, short story shorter, five-day weekend.

The UNC football program is pretty much screwed this season, right as it was starting to gain (deserved) national prominence. I suppose that could be the result of cheating.

Regardless, this was to be the year when the Tar Heels made the leap to national relevance, which of course they have (for the wrong reason). However, it's becoming more and more evident that this year's team probably won't be in the national spotlight for their spectacular play on the field.

But – this argument has a lot of turns and I'm running out of valuable conjunctions – I'm fairly contented with the compliance path that the program is taking. Sure, UNC would probably have a better chance at staying in the top 25 if they kept all of their players around, but (repeat) they'd also be more likely to face USC-esque repercussions down the road.

Obviously this is a negative situation, but at least it should be a relatively contained one.

It'd be better, though, if UNC football just got away with cheating like everybody else. Or, I suppose, if nobody got away with cheating.

Question of the Week:

What's your most feared natural disaster?

My take: Even more than hurricanes, I fear tornados, even though I'm clearly situated in hurricane/Hurricanes country. There's something frightening about the suddenness and unexpectedness of tornados, like in that movie Twister how Helen Hunt suddenly wasn't hot anymore.