I stared at the clock. Mr.Undertaker was explaining the concepts of genetics to us and I was less than intrigued. He then handed out an assignment rubric to us with directions on the back. I groaned in frustration. After passing them out he went back to the front of the room. "I'd like you all to know, if you need extra credit, there's always a price for it." He said with a creepy smirk.

It was only the first week and already, my grade was at a low C. He sat at his desk and I walked up to him. "Mr. Undertaker?" I said. "Yes my dear?" He said turning to me. "What exactly is it that we have to do for the extra credit?" I asked. Before answering he chuckled to himself. "You must tell me a joke that will make me laugh!" He said. I stood there and thought for a minute for a joke that might make him laugh enough to give me extra credit. Then out of the back of my mind, I remembered all the inappropriate jokes me and my friends used to use on each other.

"Hmm okay, well I have one." I said. He looked at me intrigued. "On an airplane there's a man sitting next to 6 children. A woman across the isle sees this, then leans in and asks, 'Are these all your children?' To which the man replied, 'No, I work for a condom company, these are the customers complaints.'." He then bursts out laughing and bashed his head into the desk. "HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Oh my dear! You definitely just earned yourself an A in this class! Oh that was blissful!" He exclaimed going into his grading book and changing my grade. I smiles and happily walked back to my seat and gratefully did nothing for the rest of the class period