Laughter is the best medicine

A kid wrote in his farewell note to me that he would miss the fun he had in my class and my louder than life laughter.Yeah ,there will be days when it's so dark and you are so down and we shouldn't take life and ourselves too seriously.The lighthearted moments remind us to enjoy the simple things like jokes,food,dance,nature and music.If I can make 30 kids laugh until their bellies ache,then I would have done my job better than to drill 1,000byte of facts into their zombie dazed brain.
      If they become more compassionate to the less fortunate like refugees or donate to help the homeless and put aside stereotypical views to listen to a poet with Rafstafarian locks or the guy who dressed as Juliet or a gangsta in a student video,then I have done my job.I'm mighty proud of the guy who changed course from a career in accountancy to follow his passion in music and Spanish guitar,or the student whom I attended his performance in a choir and sings opera songs for hobby  or the Indian students studying engineering who published a book of poems and wrote a novel or the archiectect who became a celebrity youtube star and a celebrity comedian host on national TV,the students who directed and put up a dancevideo and do other creative passions.
                 Does a Finger Fing?
                        by Nedra Newkirk Lamar


Everybody knows that a tongue twister is something that twists the tongue,and a skyscraper is something that scrapes the sky,but is an evesdropper someone who drops eaves?A thinker is someone who thinks but is a tinker someone who tinks?Is a clabber someone who goes around clabbing?
       Somewhere along the way we all must have had an English teacher who gave us the fascinating information that words that end in ER mean something or somebody who does something,like trapper,designer,or stopper.
      A  stinger is something that stings,but is a finger something that fings/Fing fang fung.Today I fing.Yesterday I Fang.day before yesterday I had Already fung.
       You'd expect eyes,then,to be called seers and ears to be hearers.We'd wear our shoes on our walkers and our sleeves on our reachers.But we don't.The only parts of the body that sound as if they might indicate what they're supposed to do are our fingers,which we've already counted out,our livers,and our shoulders.And they don't do what they sound as if they might.At least,I've never seen anyone use his shoulders for shoulding.You shoulder your way through a crowd,but you don't should your way.It's only in slang that we follow the pattern,when we smell with our smellers and kiss with our kissers.
     Sometimes occupational names do reveal what the worker does,though.Manufacturers manufacture,miners mine,adjusters adjust-or at least try to.But does a grocer groce?Does a fruiterer fruiter?Does a butler buttle?
          No,you can't just trust the English language.You can love it because it's your mother tongue.You can take pride in it because it's the language Shakespeare was dramatic in.You can thrill to it becaise it's the language Browning and Tennyson were poetic in.You can have fun with it because it's the language Dickens and Mark Twain and Lewis Carroll were funny in. You can revere it because it's the language Milton was majestic in.You can be grateful to it because it's the language the Magna Carta and the Declaration of Independence were expressed in.
         But you just can't trust it!