Monday, March 08, 2010
Humor, by Tania Tokarski
I want to start this diary speaking of humor.
Humor is not the same for everyone; some who find jokes about "not pretty" fun, other drug funny ... that worse, some may not like being ridiculed in any class in favor of the joy of others! No, but it's true! Be challenged by someone you do not know, because three minutes late, and get yelled at as if it was a major fault status is beyond me. How can I find it funny? How can we ask to see, or to undergo such a 'show'? The purpose of humor is also to make people laugh, and laugh, he must be happy. However, we can not laugh when we try to integrate and be accepted as the first reception one receives is that of a bear licked badly in need of teacher attention!(Sorry, dear teacher. You said that you could insult. Hi hi, I apologize.)
Following this unfortunate episode, I met a student who had had a similar experience unfortunately because it was, too, arrived late in the course. This is understandable when we do not yet know the College and it is in its first week in which he must locate themselves. Having each recounted our misfortunes to another, we decided, although I felt some discomfort, to complain to the Head of Department of Sociology. He was very attentive to our requests and assured them that the professor was not at all bad, but did not argue the fact that he had perhaps gone too far. (After a joke that hurts, usually you apologize, he did not.)
In any case brief. In short, this story ends where I wanted not to have gone to see the teacher talk with him before coming to his 'boss', so to speak. So, chance would have it sometimes, we met the teacher and I arrived toward the elevator. He was unaware of the harm he had done and assured he would try to be calmer in his outbursts of passion. *laugh*
Finally, I like it. Fortunately, the communication exists.
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