And darn, drat, crud, shoot, rats, and blast. I don’t typically blab any of those invectives while teaching, but it could happen. In fact, it did once. After being doused with at least a pint of brown water from that leaking valve (see post here), I cried out, “DARN!” The collective gasp of my students sucked all the air from the room. One bright youngster confronted me.
Student A: Ooo! Mrs. Everson said a bad word!
Me: (Ignoring comment, trying to dry my face)
Student B: Ooo, a bad word!
Me: No, that’s not a bad word.
Student A: You said a bad word!
Me: I said, ‘Darn,’ which-
Students: (another collective gasp)
My attempts to justify the bad word fell on deaf ears, so I moved on, hoping this episode would not be the topic of everyone’s dinner conversations. It’s not my fault that I have this guttermouth. I grew up on “Oo ee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang” (apologies to Ross Bagdasarian and his song, The Witch Doctor).