Things I Know 85 of 365: It’s time to share the funny

A joke is a very serious thing.

– Winston Churchill

It’s difficult to be funny in China. I know, right? All those people, and you’d think it would be easier for a viral case of the giggles. Evidently not.

I’m a little worried the same may be true for the teaching profession.

A few days ago, I wrote about a faculty volleyball game at SLA. The comments I received about the post both on and offline led me to wonder and worry a little that educators aren’t bringing the funny as much as they should.

We have to laugh.

In my second year of teaching, the middle school team I taught on had lunch together once a week in our team prep room. Every once in a while, we would order Chinese food.

The kid of the team, I imparted some cultural wisdom to my colleagues as we finished our meal one day.

“You know how to read your fortune, right?” I said.

Everyone looked at me.

“You read it aloud and you add ‘in bed’ to the end.”

Everyone on the team saw me as young and impetuous. If they didn’t see me as their son, they saw me as their little brother. I was to be humored.

One teacher on our team was all business. She was there to teach and the children were there to learn. Anything else during class time was to be corrected. What’s more, the rest of the teachers and I knew very little about her. “Touchy feely” was certainly not a phrase we used to describe her.

We began to open our fortune cookies. I was trepidacious as we grew nearer and nearer her turn.

Finally, the moment arrived.

“You will be lucky in many things.”

Nothing.

Such a buzzkill.

Two second later.

“…in bed.”

And we were ruined. For 5 minutes, this stoic pillar of order and reason laughed uncontrollably, her face beet red. And we all joined in.

It was a rare moment of total levity.

We needed it.

In rest of my time on that team, every once in a while, I’d pass a colleague and have to stifle a giggle as they whispered “…in bed.”

Whether it’s the jokes section of Reader’s Digest or the Onion News Network, funny must be injected into the day if your’e going to make it in teaching and be able to relate to people in any kind of way that makes them want to relate to you.

So here’s my question – Where’s your funny? I’m serious. Where do you look for the humor during your day. Is it a book or a website?

We can and do share our daily trials. We share how our students make us proud. We share frustrations with our administrations and the newest tools we’ve found. Take a moment, today, and share the funny.

I’ll start it off.

Things I Know 84: I like to listen in

A journalist is basically a chronicler, not an interpreter of events. Where else in society do you have the license to eavesdrop on so many different conversations as you have in journalism? Where else can you delve into the life of our times? I consider myself a fortunate man to have a forum for my curiosity.

– Bill Moyers quotes

Earlier this week, I sat at my usual counter at my local coffee shop working. I had done that thing where I put my earphones in, but in a moment of ADHD, forgot to turn on the music. This failed to occur to me until I noticed any work I’d intended on doing was being subverted by the part of my brain that was paying attention to the two people sitting one stool away from me at the same counter.

Realizing I was listening to their conversation, I should have cracked up The Low Anthem and re-doubled my working efforts.

I couldn’t.

I wanted to, but one of the guys mentioned the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle and the other brought up cognitive linguistics and I’ll could do was open up twitter and start sharing their conversation with the rest of the world.

As is the wont of brains, mine started filling in the unknown details of these two based on the non-verbal cues I could pick up through sideways glances. I decided they were on a first date…and tweeted it was the nerdiest first date ever.

One of the two mentioned Noam Chomsky and the other brought up “linguistic pragmatics” and I was off to Wikipedia.

You know that thing where you’re out with someone and they keep checking their phone or looking something up online when they’re supposed to be present with you?

That was me. Only, I was checking my phone and looking things up online when I wasn’t supposed to be present with these two.

I couldn’t help myself.

The conversation was too uncanny.

The one who I’d learned was a doctoral student brought up something he’d read in a book by the founder of Palm called…I couldn’t hear what he said. I knew the second word of the title was “intelligence” or “intelligent” so I went to Google, found the name of the founder of Palm and then loaded in Amazon’s search box.

Bingo!

After reading the reviews and continuing to listen to the conversation, I decided I was interested in the book. Two minutes after it had been mentioned, the book, On Intelligence was delivered to my Kindle.

I mean, if these two wildly interesting and intelligent guys thought it was worth reading, who was I to disagree?

Not only that, but the twitter conversation had ticked up and people from three other states were commenting on my play-by-play.

Just when someone suggested we all chip in to buy the couple a drink or a snack, the two packed up and headed off to their day.

I was left alone – the real kind of alone. No one else was sitting at the bar.

This is a recurring problem, this eavesdropping.

I tell myself it’s a combination of what remains from my days as a journalist and my listening training as an improviser.

In reality, I like to collect stories.

I also assume anyone sitting near me is stricken with the same malady and listening intently to my conversations in public places.

Sometimes, I catch myself using purposefully misleading or provocative language so they have a good story to tell their friends and family when I’ve gone. When I get up to use the restroom, I’ll close twitter on my web browser and pull up the homepage to The Economist so people will know how erudite and urbane I am when after I’ve asked them to watch my things while I’m away.

I get that Facebook, Tumblr and their ilk provide the same kind of eavesdropping in a virtual environment. From time to time, I’ll crawl through the profile of a friend of a friend to learn about their life. It’s just not the same.

Call me old fashioned or call me a purist. I don’t care. There’s no substitute for truly being there.