QUIZ RECAP

Dear QuizMaster Adam,

It was mostly a pleasure substitute hosting at The White Harte last night for you.  While your absence was deeply felt, your class of trivia players played on valiantly, minus a few rotten eggs of course.

Adam, I am sure you know that being a substitute QuizMaster is a thankless job.  Having said that, I did have some issues with some of your students.  When I introduced myself to the class as “Joel, your substitute QuizMaster,” someone, and I couldn’t figure out who, said something to the sort of “more like Quiz Master…” and finished it with a word that starts with “b” (and ends with “ator” ).

I knew then that I was in for a long night.

How do I reach these keeds?

I did not appreciate their manipulative ways one bit.  “But Adam let’s us watch movies” is not a reason to misbehave.  I feel that the “I’m a trivia doofus! Kick Me!” sign that someone taped to my back was especially cruel (let alone unoriginal) and the book drop after round three left my ears ringing for the rest of the evening.  Perhaps next week you could have your class keep their heads down on their table for a few minutes to give them time to reflect on their poor behavior.  My recommendation is either that, or take away their snack privileges.

As for the actual trivia play, well, it was impressive that you pretty much had all of your teams registered online already and prepared to play at 8pm sharp.  “Rack Focus, TeddyBear” pulled out a double or nothing 20 point score in the 6^th round that pulled them away from the rest of the class to an eventual 22 point victory.  I was also impressed that the entire class knew that Puck was a Shakespearean fairy. 

…I however, did not appreciate being called a Shakespearean fairy.  Unfortunately when I asked, “Who said that?” literally everyone in the room raised their hand and laughed at me as a paper plane grazed my head.

Adam, knowing how to handle an unruly class is something substitute hosts are taught very early on.  What you do is you play to their strengths.  I could tell they were a rowdy bunch of jokesters, so I put on my leather jacket, turned around the chair I was sitting in, and announced that for the drinking round they would make up an entire joke based on a suggestion from one of their own classmates.  After asking one of them for an item commonly found in a kitchen, we used the word spatula, I assigned your players to come up with the best punch line and the winner would take home a free round of drinks.

Here is your winning joke, made up completely by your White Harte class:

185 spatulas walk into a bar.

The bartender says “I’m sorry, we don’t serve spatulas here.”

And the spatulas said,

“I guess we’ll come back ladle!”

They groaned, then laughed.  P.A.N.D.A.S. supplied the winning line, and more importantly I knew had earned their trust and respect. No longer would they be living in the gangsta's paradise, at least not with me around.

Please take care Adam.  Take care of those kids at fair White Harte.  Should you ever need me again, I will be there for them.

…Remember, they indeed are our future.  Teach them well and let them lead the way.

Forever in Trivia,

Quizmaster Joel