Moving to a new place intrigued me. Pretty soon, I was apprehending the nature of reality and the mysteries of man and woman.. the mysteries of existence. I wanted to know my place in the universe. So, I returned to my passion for books about sciences and UFOs.I quickly made a few new friends at the school. Suguna and Chris were the first. Chris sat beside me in the class, Suguna travelled with me in the same school bus. Both of them taught me how to use a dictionary. The first thing we did were to look up every swear word we knew. Oh, come on.. you did it too. "Shit" - in there. "Fuck" - oh yeah. "Ass" - hey more than one defination! That meant we could say it in polite conversation without getting into trouble. Then we saw a bigger dictionary in the library. The bigger ones, gave us the better chance we'd discover something unbelievable. Had I used them, the number of forbidden words I found could have kept me in the principle's office indefinitely. I knew better, but it was still weird to see words printed that I wasn't allowed to say. I mean, why were they there in the first place? If they were so bad, shouldn't there at least have some kind of warning that said that using them would tick off all the teachers?
There was so much fun in using these vulgar words, I translated them into Cantonese and Mandarin, while Suguna translated them into Hindi and Punjabi. And by the mid semester, we became so well versed with all the vulgar words of different dialects. By using and traslating every known vulgar words in our daily conversation, we have quite unexpectedly improved our English grades. By the end of the term, our efforts were noted and our names were sent to the prefect board.. It was quite an accomplishment...
