Sharing is Scaring

One thing that I’ve made clear about this job is that the kids say pretty much whatever is on their minds. There’s no filter. Usually, it is a bit of a nuisance. I can’t say that I’m fond of the play-by-play on a kid’s “ass itch.” But sometimes, just sometimes, I get a kick out of it. As a matter of fact, with tomorrow being Halloween, I’m reminded of something that one of my kids did last year as a holiday themed joke.

He was on e of my drama kids. He was in every play production that the school put on, usually as “Deckhand #3” or “Singing Gargoyle #6.” He said a number of funny things last year, but don’t get me wrong. He was no Oscar Wilde on the clever scale or anything. It was just that he wouldn’t shut-up and when a kid won’t shut-up, then, of course, something actually funny will slip out from time to time. Last Halloween just happened to be one of those times.

Every time he made eye contact with anyone he would shriek in terror and then would say, “”Your mask scared me. Oh, it’s your face.” The girl who was applying her eye shadow would get the treatment, as would the videogame addict who was staring off into space. None were safe.

What can I say? Low blow humor makes me laugh. And since I must maintain my appearance of being an adult, I must get my sophomoric glee from my students. Hey, don’t think I get a free ride in the least bit. There were plenty of days last year where I got the grasping at an imaginary string of pearls and a, “Your clothes! Did you fall down a well?!”