HIPPO BRIGADE

Words that may or may not describe me

February 25, 2009

My 17th century English literature teacher called me ‘plucky’ once. I think it was his way of saying, “Sorry for the D I gave you. I gave it to you because I need you to know that this paper is total crap, but I know you’ll rebound. Hey maybe your next paper, you’ll knock it out of the park and get a C-, because you’re plucky like that.”

To which I replied, “You’re a douche.” 

Okay, I said it with my eyes, and the dirty look I gave him as I knocked all his stupid books off his desk when I left. And then I turned and said, “Have fun with your enormous brain. Hope you and your giant brain have a fantastic day. I’m going home to read a gossip magazine and look up  the word ‘plucky’ now.” 

I had to actually look the word up, because HELLO? This isn’t the 17th Century. We don’t use words like plucky. Plus I believe the word he was reaching for was uninterested and so bored that I actually faked passing out just to leave his lecture about Metaphysical poetry and John Donne. 

And then that next semester I had him for Shakespearean Literature and he called me ‘buoyant’. 

What does that even mean?  I look bloated? A little puffy? What the eff? 

After that, I dropped his class and put a bag of poop in his mailbox, because I’m plucky like that.