In high school, it was “Earth Science,” which I wish they would have called, Geology.
I wasn’t too swift on the up-take with science courses as a rule, but I excelled in this one, mostly because the teacher, Mr. Lange (rhymed with Tangy) was such a friendly guy, with a fantastic sense of humor (and a penchant for puns).
The first 10 minutes of every class of his, with few exceptions, was set aside for joke-telling, and when his timer went off, he’d say something like, “OK, enough of this foreplay; let’s get to work!”
If he could work a joke into his lectures, believe me, he would.
His logic was, “If I tell you a joke and you laugh, it means that you were paying attention. Those who don’t laugh at my jokes, get a failing mark for that day, because they were NOT paying attention.”
I would have paid some serious bux to take his class again, just because, like a mushroom, he was a real fungi.