he made me do it

i went to a poetry/spoken word writing workshop today.

i had never been to a writing workshop before, apart from Donna Barnes' Freshman AP English class. but that was 1999-2000. 1999. wow. and i don't remember doing poetry in there. we did It's a Wonderful Life, and Our Town, and words. such as:
me: imbibe
tiff: histrionic
andrew: peccadillo

remember peccadillo? i will never forget it as long as i live.

Andrew: My word is "peccadillo"
Donna: And what does it mean?
Andrew: Uh...it's a type of cheese.
Donna:
The rest of the class:
Andrew: . . . cheese. . .



upon looking it up, we found that its actually meaning is:
a slight offense

close, mr robinson. so close.