Hiding Inside a Laugh

Parrish-Pierrots Lanterns

And I’ll find a place inside a laugh,
To separate the wheat from the chaff.
I feel that I owe it to someone.

David Crosby ~ Almost Cut My Hair


One of challenges adults face is being torn between two choices when neither of which is obviously superior to the other. I am referring to the essential life-changing questions that I think we all face at some time in our lives.

Essential Questions

Which college should I attend? Should I go to a trade school or a traditional school? Should I go into business for myself?

Do I want to have a life partner? Should we get married? Where should I/we live? Do I want to buy a house or rent? What can I afford?

The Affective Filter

Experience has taught me that I make my best decisions when my mind, body, and heart are in agreement and are residing in a low-stress place, that is, when my affective filter is low. To lower my affective filter, I “find a place inside a laugh.” Then I am better able to separate the wheat from the chaff in making life decisions. I owe it to myself.

In the Classroom

I used laughter nearly everyday in the classroom when I was teaching. I told stories, I sang songs, I caught every little joke that wandered by and waved it in front of the students. I knew that if the students were smiling or laughing (even at me), they would be more relaxed and their minds more accepting of the mathematics they were required to learn. It worked. One of my classroom mottos came from Oscar Wilde:  “Life is too important to be taken seriously.”

Finding a Good Laugh

I recently came across a blog about dangling modifiers that gave me a good laugh. I am linking to North of Andover in the hope that next time you encounter a laugh that has lost its way, you can revive it with a dangling modifier. Then the two of you can go to a safe place together and make a life-changing decision.

Daily Prompt:Torn


2 thoughts on “Hiding Inside a Laugh

  1. As a matter of fact, I did mentor a number of new teachers, most of them young men. I call them the “Young Guns.” They are all smart, well-educated in mathematics, and get the joke idea. They are currently successful teachers.
    Note: The older teachers thought I was too frivolous; they did not appreciate my style.


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