I spent my entire high school and college careers trying to sneak my favorite curses and curse-phrases into as many analytical essays as possible. No exact count, unfortunately, but my favorite will never not be the time in my 12th grade Contemporary Fiction class when I wrote that one of Pynchon’s characters “got totally dicked over, for lack of a better term.”
My favorite teacher ever and the grading hand at the time, Mr. Miley, wrote “Is there really no better term, Andrea?” in the margins but gave me an A anyway.
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