I’m headed to Madison Central High School to talk about what I do. I hope I can figure it out before I get there. I can’t wait, though — I’ll be looking at the kids and be thinking, “Look at the bright young faces of the future” and they’ll be looking at me thinking “Who’s the farty old man up in front of the class.”
Update:
I spoke to Laura Miller’s English class for about an hour. I opened up with how my first printed cartoon got me sent to the principal’s office and how it has been downhill ever since. But I stressed to them that they should never give up on their dreams. How that well-meaning disbelievers would discourage them and that if they had the talent and the desire they should never give in. Of course, I was telling them that because I needed to hear it again. But I didn’t let them know it. All and all it was a great visit to Madison Central.
As much as I love talking to kids in a classroom, I could never be a teacher. I’m more like an uncle not a parent. I swoop in, tell a few fart jokes and leave before I have to change any diapers.
I knew you would do a good job.
Hilarious and very kind of you!