When I was a kid, I really didn’t care much about school. I would much rather make people laugh than get good grades. One time I came home and told my Mom I got 100%! She was excited. I said, “Yep, I got a 50 in history, a 30 in English and a 20 in German.”
Yeah, that didn’t go so well. I know! I thought it was funny, too. Oh well, I survived and my siblings laughed and that was all that really mattered. School was still going to be there on Monday and I would continue my quest to to make people laugh. Even the teachers would laugh once in a while.
If I could make my teachers laugh, that was the best. I knew I could make Ms. Senter Laugh in Junior High English and in fact we’re still friends. In high school, Mrs. Coppage (Fantasy as Attire) was a given, Frank Mann (drama) was pretty easy too. So was Mrs. Harvey (Junior History) and Fred Griffith (PE).
The rest just kept kicking me out of class and sending me to see Mr. Colivas (Principal) which was actually fun because I always made him laugh too. It was almost as though we were both glad I got kicked out of class. Come to think about it, I loved school.