This I Believe

Alejandro - El Paso, Texas
Entered on December 11, 2007
Age Group: 18 - 30
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In every classroom and in every work place there is the infamous class-clown. I believe in the class-clown. He/she always tries to find the humor in that which is uninteresting, as well as find funny imperfections in that which bores us. The class-clown believes that a little immaturity can go a long way in that you can make people laugh at your ideas and comments. The class-clown seems to be the only legitimate in a classroom, he is the best at extracting emotional reactions from their peers, and participating actively. The classroom seems to be darker, quieter, and too serious when the class-clown is not around. Even the teacher at times seems to be a little distracted with the lack of distraction the class-clown creates.

In my life, I have taken this role on with little problem and have found that although some doors get shut, many others open. I went to a private school that did not welcome kids of my unique maturity level. In fact, they did very little to tend to the idiosyncrasies of a typical class-clown. Instead, they punished me and caused a great deal of trauma to build in me. It is never wise to upset a class-clown because the strong emotions exuded ultimately affect everyone. Thanks to Brother Nick, who taught me that my smart-ass remarks could be intimidating to a teacher, I was able to get over these mal-treatments and exclusions of my peers.

When I began working, everyone embraced my humor and at often times, I received special treatment because of it. My co-workers enjoyed my imitations of our supervisors, but I could still see that most relied on my immaturity in order for theirs to kick in. I have always believed that humor can turn an ordinarily bad situation into something of a funny memory. I strongly believe that immaturity can help get the wrinkles out of your face. And a little humor can brighten up the darkest, cloudiest day.

In celebrations, parties, and other gatherings the class-clown is surrounded constantly by patrons who want to hear what he has to say. The class-clown is popular, smart, quick, clever, and attractive. He/she shines like the sun anywhere he goes and loves the attention. I remember as a child that I was asked to do imitations and parts of movies I knew at family gatherings. The roaring laughter I would receive for whatever I was doing was addictive and I soon learned that it was an easy median for meeting people. Having the abilities of a class-clown, I consider a gift that I need to share.

The class-clown reminds us that it is imperative to find time to act like a child. The class-clown is always there to bring us back from daydream land while you poke fun at the seemingly lifeless topic. He/she is usually the one drawing up his own universe of doodles, yet somehow manages to keep up with whatever is being discussed. Their study habits have showed us that over-preparation can sometimes confuse us more. The quick-minded class-clown will always be on top of everything going on around him.