Posts Tagged ‘jokes’

Neatorama turned me on to this nice little feature from The Times Online.

A Jew was stranded in a Moscow trainstop and needed to find a telephone. He turned to the man next to him, asking, “Are you anti-semitic?” “Of course not, what an awful thing to ask,” the man quickly replied. The stranded Jew asked several more Russians the same question, but they denied being racist.

Worried and exasperated, he finally turned to a disgruntled comrade in the back corner of the train’s bar.

“Comrade, are you anti-semitic?”

“Hell yes, I can’t stand them!”

The Jew paused for a moment, sizing up the hulk of a man that sat in front of him. Then, he said, “Finally, an honest man. Here, would you watch my luggage while I go find a payphone?”

There are more where that came from.

It occurs to me that jokes like these, while they’d at first go over the head of my students, would effectively cement everything they learned about communist Russia.

To get the jokes, they have to know basic history, and the quality of life back then. While many Soviet jokes run on the premise that everyone ate potatoes and had to wait a really long time for basic goods and services, there are some wonderful exceptions.

Lenin, Stalin, and Brezhnev are on a train crossing Siberia when the conductor comes back to them, saying that it broke down.

Lenin says, “Re-educate those responsible.”

The conductor comes back, saying, “This has been done, yet the train isn’t moving.”

Stalin says, “Shoot those responsible!”

The conductor comes back, saying, “The driver and the engineer have been shot — but still the train isn’t moving.”

Brezhnev says, “Paint the windows black and tell everyone we’re moving.”

What I worry first about is the student who sits in the back of the room, frankly not caring and not even pretending to be interested. With enough personality, and with enough preparation, this might work marvelously.

Thoughts on how this might work? Or, if you have no qualms, any favorite communism jokes?

Over the course of the day, I developed endless spiel.

For example, on my teaching background:

That inner-city school where I’ve been student teaching isn’t nearly as bad as people make it out to be. I haven’t been stabbed once.

One-liners give me something to say while I’m answering the question. Given that their rehearsed cleverness and adroitness of delivery stands out, I’ve also found that it helps to unabashedly refer to my one-liners as “lines I’ve used around the job fair” right after I use them.

I had a few more standbys, and I thought you’d get a kick out of them.

Stating the obvious:

Kids are kids are kids. They’re the same everywhere.

Jabbing at a rival district:

The kids at White Kids’ Unified don’t have any better excuses. They have richer excuses.

When describing why I appreciated kids so much:

I used to think that my favorite age was the 4 and 5 year olds, but once I started student teaching I realized that high school seniors really aren’t all that different.

A bowl of sour-and-spicy meatball soup during lunchtime, bolstered by pure adrenaline, kept me on my feet, but by the end of a 7-hour day of interviews, my ever-abundant energy was fully sapped. It’s been a long time since I was so tired.

When outside interviews.

I wanna be sedated.

Guess which one quotes The Ramones. I dare you.

On an unrelated note, a Japanese girl is from Kansas.

 





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