I got a laugh in class today.
I was handing out exams, and going through my usual spiel (if you have a question, ask me, etc.) I talked about how if people got a "defective" exam (it's rare, and with this one I didn't have time to look through every single copy, and sometimes an exam will be missing a page) to alert me.
A couple of the kids in the back mumbled something, and guessing what their remark was, I said, after a brief pause, "...and the exam is NOT defective if you just can't answer every last thing on it."
Some of the students groaned and some laughed. That was gratifying because I almost never get laughs - either because my jokes are a bit too esoteric, or because they're ones only I think are funny (I dropped the bit about Mrs. Potato Head asking if a pair of jeans made her butt look "starchy," even though I kind of like it because it shows the analogy between starch as a storage tissue in plants and fat as a storage tissue in animals), or because the students are just kind of afraid to laugh.
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