What is a Who-Ha?

Welcome to my blog about "anything other than homeschooling and 47,XXY."

Actually, I don't promise to never discuss those topics, but I already have a blog about homeschooling, and I'm in the midst of trying to set up a support group for individuals and families of people with the not-at-all rare chromosomal arrangement 47,XXY in the mid-Atlantic region, so those efforts have their own outlets already (I remarked to a friend, a fellow Who-Ha, the other day, that some future generations will have a ball looking back on this current age and wondering at the narcism of all these personal blogs out on the internet, though sociologists will probably love it).

Sooooooo . . . the title of this blog does kind of beg the question:  what is a Who-Ha in my context and why would we need a handbook for it?  Well, first of all, we don't need a handbook.  Those of us labeled the Who-Has already know how to be one.  As to what one is, well, one day one or a few of us who routinely banded together in middle school jointly amused and frustrated one of our teachers to the point that she finally erupted with, "You . . . are a bunch of WHO-HAH'S!"

Of course, we very likely spelled it differently than she would have.  I imagine she had a 'hoo' in mind there.  I also imagine she did not have in mind that we would adopt that moniker as our very own, with fantastical amount of pride.  You see, we were pretty much the goody-two-shoes bunch, and this was the closest most of us had ever come to getting into trouble, and we could tell she was actually having difficulty not breaking up into giggles over whatever it was we had just done at the moment, but felt obliged to yell a bit anyway.  And like the good old Yanks and quite a few other tribes, we took what was intended as an insult and turned it into a badge of pride.  We instantly became the "Who-Has."  Years later we met that teacher again, and she could not believe we became a group based upon something she yelled at us one day-- but it tickled her-- particularly the part about us continuing to be friends.

Yearly after that, even after high school graduation, we held Who Ha Christmas parties.  Many of the original Who-Has attended my wedding.  We had Who-Ha commemorative sayings, and even Who-Ha commemorative gifts (one of our members has quite the egg collection, for no particular reason, other than that it became tradition).

We are now scattered far and wide.  Our families are growing, and though most of us are still in contact with one another on occasion, we no longer have our annual Christmas gathering (and we no longer collect eggs for that one member, though I have to resist the impulse to buy them when I see particularly interesting ones).

And so in search of a name for a blog on my non-school related musings and thoughts, I decided to keep the spirit and memory of the Who-Has alive.  Because, though I try to be a good person most of the time . . . sometimes I just can't help but to be  . . . a Who-Ha.