“How many people does it take to sew together a single pair of blue jeans?” I ask the audience of 500 high schoolers. It’s 8:00 AM and the fact that a bunch of hands go up is a testament to the beginning of my presentation filled with fart jokes and encounters with deadly venomous snakes. (If I ever stumble upon a farting venomous snake, I’ll have struck pay dirt. For now I work with the stories I’ve got and they seem to work pretty well.)
The guesses come: 5, 25, 8, 9…
“Let’s have one more,” I say. I point to a boy in the top row.
The entire high school giggles like Beavis and Butthead. The sad part is that Mr. 69 won the tote! (The answer is 85.)
After the large presentation I visited a class where Bangkok warranted giggles, yet when I slipped and said, “we all need to just start giving a shit,” the entire class looked at their teacher as if he were going to send me to the principal’s office.
High schoolers: their inner thoughts are X-rated, but from 8-4 every day they live in a PG-World.