An oldie but goodie.
Miss Smith asked her second graders to draw a picture showing what they wanted to be when they grew up. Madeleine Martin, seven years old, turned in this drawing:
Miss Smith was shocked. She sent a note home to the girl’s mother asking for clarification.
The following day the teacher received this reply:
Dear Miss Smith,
I wish to assure you that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot, and I told Madeleine how hectic it was last week right before the big blizzard hit. We thought we’d sold every snow shovel we had in stock, but then I found one more in the back room, and several customers were fighting over who would get it. Madeleine’s drawing doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It shows me selling the last snow shovel Home Depot had. From now on I will check her homework more carefully before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Martin
Posted by bluebird of bitterness 
Bored of education
August 14, 2020A young man, fresh out of college, reported for his first day of work at a grocery store.
The manager greeted him with a smile and a handshake, then handed him a broom and said, “Your first job will be to sweep out the stockroom.”
“But I’m a college graduate,” protested the young man.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said the manager. “I had no idea. Here, give me the broom, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
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A college student told his professor that he would have to miss a scheduled exam because of a funeral. The professor expressed his sympathy, and told the student he could take it the following week.
But the next week the student once again missed the exam, due to another funeral. The professor told him he would have to take it the following week.
“I’ll take it next week if no one dies,” said the student.
“How is it that so many people you know have died in such a short time?” asked the professor.
“I don’t know any of these people,” said the student. “But I’m the only gravedigger in town.”
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The dean of admissions at an agricultural college was interviewing a prospective student.
“What made you choose farming as a career?” asked the dean.
“I dream of making a million dollars in farming, just like my father,” replied the student.
“Your father made a million dollars in farming?” said the dean.
“No,” said the student. “But he always dreamed of it.”
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