Apparently in my first school I became reknowned for telling jokes, though my grades were very good....the joking seemed to go through phases - I remember one boy seeing me just after I'd left that school, he came up with a big grin on his face and said "come on then, out with them jokes!" and I couldn't think of any. It must have all been spontaneous stuff I'd been doing, I can never make arbitrary selections if I'm asked to at short notice.
At the secondary school I rediscovered comedy.....the teaching had gone above my head, so I was bored just sitting there trying to make sense of nonsense, so I began making cartoon drawings of the teachers, and before I knew it I had a small following eager for the latest issue of my "magazine." My status went up........my art work was expressing ideas that the other kids could relate to - protraying teachers as stupid, sadistic bullies......and it was pretty surreal stuff.
As an adult, I've been both rebuked and praised for my sardonic sense of wit.....I try to keep it under better control these days, because it can be extremely offensive to the wrong ears. I was told I had no sense of humour by a woman whose sense of humour was just completely different to mine, so we didn't find each other's jokes funny at all.