I'm feeling strange about even posting this, and I might even take it down. But here goes.
Yesterday I came across an engaging, and sometimes hilarious, blog called Tard Blog. It's by a special education teacher who simply tells about what goes on in her classroom.
For example, she has to deal with a "code brown" when a student craps in his pants. Then there's the girl who asks "what the fuck is that?" when the teacher holds a letter card upside down. And on and on.
I'm feeling guilty because it's not right to make fun of a disability. It's just that pretty much everything this teacher talks about I've heard my wife mention having happened in her class. And my wife teaches non-special kids.
I mean, if you teach little kids, somebody's going to crap in their pants. (At that age, I was more of a puker than a crapper.)
A lot of kids in my wife's class are pretty foul-mouthed, which is strange considering they're only 5 years old. I didn't learn most of those words/concepts until I was much older.
Anyway, one theory of comedy goes like this: you set up a normal situation, proceed to another situation then add something wacky. The mind goes in a straight line of normalcy, then gets thrown off track.
Classroom. Teacher. Shit in pants.
I guess I'm trying to convince myself the humor has little to do with the "special" kids; rather, it's the way the writer describes her task of maintaining order in an environment that's perpetually one bathroom break away from disaster.