(In which again we plunge Headlong into the Breach, all in the name of rehabilitation, socialization, and re-integration….)
Last night, I mentioned to She Who Must Be Obeyed that the humor-as-therapy course would begin Tuesday night, and that I was ‘nervous.’ Said She: “You don’t mean ‘nervous.’ You’re ‘excited,’ not nervous.”
Of course, She is right. And that’s an important distinction. You get nervous about the unknown. The only thing unknown at this point is how my curriculum actually plays out in the class room. Even THAT’S not an unknown, because modifications to lesson plans are always necessary.
I should relax.
HA! The Science of When We Laugh and Why is our text, and the prisoners were given two weeks before today to finish it. I’ve been thinking about how best to incorporate the views in this book into the presentation, as currently I don’t refer to it in any of my PPT lectures. I guess I can just tell them that the book gives them a good scientific foundation for what humor is, where it comes from, how our minds process it, and why we need to practice it in our everyday lives. Yeah. THAT sounds good. Maybe they’ll fall for it!
Everyone’s a comedian.