Freak out on the freaks

Lord, grant me . . . What a great way to start Thursday (our Friday here) . . . "Okay, if you need any help with your definition essay, let me know.  Recall the essays we read yesterday, especially the one defining feces (it was a great satire a former College Comp student had written)." "Oh yeah," one student said, opening her laptop, "that was a great essay." "Yes, it was.  But you guys have vast experiences and great ideas to apply to whatever word or phrase or term you wish to define," I said, glad that a student had actually paid attention yesterday. "What term should I define?" Before I could even utter a response, the one thorn in my side blurts out of her dirty little mouth, "Define dick fuck." I lost it.  I remember growling something about maybe getting away with talk like that in the trailer court or at McDonald's and that white trash might be what she might want to think about defining.  The other students looked embarrassed for her and by her. She was oblivious.  I was just one of hundreds of people who have freaked on her.  I'm just the first of the next several thousand who will over the course of her life as well. Lord, grant me the strength to endure.