The day before my high school graduation, the principal called an assembly. He wanted to say farewell informally, he explained, as he reviewed our years together.
There was hardly a dry eye among us as he concluded, "We will remember you, and hope you will remember us. More importantly, we want you to remember each other. I want all of you to meet in this very auditorium 25 years from today."
There was a moment of silence. Then a thin voice piped up, "What time?"
This is me, when asked by my parents what my final exam grades were....
"I don't know what more they want? They give me questions I don't know, I give them answers they don't know."
Mom: What did you do at school today?
Mark: We played a guessing game.
Mom: But I thought you were having a math exam?
Mark: That’s right.
Teacher: If I tear a piece of paper into four, what do I get?
Student: Quarters
Teacher: And if I divide it into eight?
Student: Eighths
Teacher: And if I divide it into eight thousand parts?
Student: Confetti.