When I was in first grade, about six years old, I came home from St Joseph's elementary school (AKA The Atheist Factory) and asked, "Mom, what does ‘strewn' mean?"
Somewhat surprised, she replied "It means ‘spread around.'"
"Oh," I said. "That makes sense."
"Why do you ask?"
"Sister Rosemary used it."
"Was that a vocabulary word?" mom asked, thinking that was a pretty advanced word for six year olds.
"No. She said that if we didn't quiet down, there would be dead bodies strewn all around the room, and when the police showed up, they'd say ‘Sister Rosemary, we understand'."
I went to second grade in public school.
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