Word Wonderment

When we were in sixth and seventh grade we were an unruly lot. We waged psychological warfare, a kind of teacher vs. student battle of wits, with the nunnery at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Elementary. And though our wits were dim and their wits were heavenly, we were almost every day victorious, sending the older nuns into fits of red-faced rage and reducing the younger ones to tearful basket cases in hooded black capes. We were in fact sinners on the highway to hell, shameful little heathens we were called, deserving of God’s full wrath according to scripture. More often than not, that wrath came in the form of a dictionary.

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