For my narratives class, you have to read aloud one of your pieces every couple of weeks. There's really nothing to it. There aren't any regulations or what you cannot write (other than a few please don't do this in your stories), so I had free range as I followed these given exercises.
Why oh why did I choose to use the humor exercise? You're going to see your audience. You're going to see your audience not laugh.
Oh dear.
So, as the exercise gave leave, I added all these great* puns into the story, and all of them, were just kaput.
I don't really remember reading my story. It's really all a blur. I'm not sure how I got to it.
I just remember pausing for a moment as I was reading and realizing that I wasn't getting any reaction. It was such a quiet room. I became a little self-conscious in my reading, I picked up my pace to finish, I felt my face heat up. When I was done, I looked over at my professor. He was smiling but almost as if he was holding back a laugh. I picked up the collar of my hoodie and buried my face as deep as I could into the neck, turtle-style, crossing the hood's straps under my nose and pulling them taught. My professor smiled and did the traditional "Thank you for reading your work today so and so."
I honestly wanted to die.
But I have no one to blame but myself.
It's my punishment**.
*This is debatable as many people think that there are only bad puns, but why can't it be so bad it's good?
**Couldn't help it. I really do like puns.
(Also, if you care to notice, this is a double post kind of day to make up for my lack of postage yesterday. Sick I tell you!)
