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The Power of Humour Many years later, I can still clearly recall that class. When the bell for class started ringing, I had just finished telling an interesting joke to Jane, the girl who sat right behind me. I was always considered a very good story-teller, but Jane seemed to have no reaction to my story. She just sat there and remained indifferent, as if she had not heard even a word of my story. I felt rather frustrated and said, “All right, I won’t say any more. The teacher is coming,” and then turned round. A little while after the teacher had begun the class, a sound like the leaking of a tyre was heard in the classroom. At first, it was almost unnoticeable, but soon it became louder and louder. And everybody could hear unmistakably that it was someone giggling, and began to look for the source of the laughter. As I looked around, I was so surprised when I found it was Jane who was giggling. She could hardly control herself and was shaking with laughter. All eyes turned towards her, including the teacher’s furious ones, but she didn’t notice them. She just laughed and laughed. Suddenly, the teacher roared: “Jane, stop that! Stop laughing.” At this time Jane stopped laughing and awoke to the embarrassing situation she was in. She stood up timidly with her face turning red. “I…I’m sorry, sir, ” she said nervously, almost in tears. “Just get out of the classroom! Understand? Get out of here!” the teacher was too angry to calm down. Tears trickled down the poor girl’s cheeks, then down her lovely bright-coloured dress. She stepped out of the classroom, sobbing so sadly that you could not imagine she had laughed heartily only a few minutes ago. The Power