A running joke in one of my classes involves a certain student, Jennifer Smith (*obviously not her real name ... I mean, I use blog pseudonyms for everyone, but just wanted to make clear that I am especially sure to do so when referring to one of my students*).
Jennifer is a great kid, really funny and super-sweet. She is also quite intelligent ... but this is bogged down in what the class now refers to with the utmost affection as "The Smith Delay". To wit:
Student #1: How do you make a tissue dance?
Student #2: You put a little boogie in it.
(Uproarious laughter from the masses ... except for Jennifer)
Jennifer: I don't get it. What's so funny? I don't get it ...
Ms. L: Well, moving on ... Journalism didn't spread in America until just before the American Revolution because there was no real need for it. Newspapers were shipped regularly from England, and--
Jennifer: (Laughs uproariously) Haha, you put a little boogie in it. That's too funny. Haha!!!!!!!!!
Entire Class: The Smith Delay strikes again.
I mean, this happens every day. Well, not that we regularly tell elementary school jokes in class, but you get what I mean. It is just the funniest thing ever. And confession time, I did something really mean today. Jennifer's sister, Emily, came in to ask Jennifer to send a text to their mother at the end of the day. I just couldn't resist ...
Ms. L: Hey, Emily, do you have The Smith Delay?
Emily: (With a confused look on her face) Hunh?
(Entire class laughs uproariously)
Jennifer: That's The Smith Delay.
Emily: I don't get it.
Ms. L: Don't worry, you will in three minutes.
I LOVE MY JOB :-)!!!!!!!!!!!
