the idea: tape random teacher-jokes to the elevator door

For my job I travel around to a lot of schools, after schools, community centers, and hospitals.  I get to see a lot of different places where kids go to learn, be babysat, and heal, and thus also get to see what the adults in those situations do to the environments.  For the most part it’s what you would expect: bright primary colors or pastels, garden scenes, cartoons.  But every once in a while, you find the snarky side of these adults who spend their whole day surrounded by children.

One such place is an elevator at one of the schools I go to in Cambridge.  On the elevator door are these fading, hand-written messages that, in the half a year I’ve been going, never change.  In case you can’t read them in the photo, here’s a sample:

Shouldn’t words reflect their meaning?  What’s up with MONOSYLLABIC?

Is a thesaurus a dinosaur with a big vocabulary?

DISCRETION: Raising your eyebrow and not your voice.

How can one be inept if there is no such word as ept?

And my personal favorite:

Professor: A person who talks in someone else’s sleep