Memories. Mr White the science teacher who hated me.
Once upon a time I was a 6th grader with a horrible science teacher. My 3rd grade teacher had fought an epic battle with my parents to have me institutionalized. Blah blah blah, anyhow, some of the teachers in the school system believed she was correct. And they mistreated me in class the same way she had.
One day, in absolute kid frustration at his treatment of me, I wrote "Mr White is a faggot" in pencil on my desk.
That teacher actually dragged the entire desk into the principal's office. Luckily for me, the principal was the same kind man who had gone to bat for me three years earlier. The teacher was sitting there, absolutely fuming. The principal leaned forward and kindly asked me if I knew the meaning of the word.
Thinking quick I confidently said "Yes, I do!" and the principal asked me to define it. I looked that nasty teacher right in the eye and said "It's a bundle of sticks! It could also mean a cigarette." Then I smiled at the principal.
And in that moment I knew I had completely defeated the teacher, and I made the principal proud of me. Because he knew I knew all the meanings. And I had given him an easy out for the situation.
Yes. I would never use that word like that now-a-days. But Mr White deserved the humiliation, and it was the only way my eleven year old self could think of to handle it.
I didn't even have to clean off the desk. LOL.