Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Marquis held up a fragment of paper. By fragment, picture that corner of a paper that gets torn off and is only a speck on the floor. It wasn't more than a half inch long in any direction.
"Evidence," he intoned.
Daniel, his seat partner, burst into laughter.
I didn't think that was very funny. But, I did recognize what it was--an inside joke. I didn't need the particulars explained. I probably wouldn't get it. That didn't mean that it wasn't insanely funny to Daniel.
Unfortunately, this happened in a 7th grade world history class. While the rest of the students were working in near silence.
Now, everyone wanted to know what was so funny.
How do you explain an inside joke to a room full of 12 (or by now, 13)-year-olds?
It would take way too long to explain, and the nice working atmosphere would have been lost. Besides, most of them wouldn't get it either.
(And no, I didn't seek to punish the boys for this. They're allowed a bit of fun every now and then.)