One day, during English class, Miss Figpot asked her class, "Who can tell me the meaning of indifferent?"
The class fidgets a little, and they all look at one another. No one knows. Finally, Little Johnny sticks up his hand. The teacher, hesitant to call on him because of his propensity for foul language and sexual innuendo, looks for another student to ask.
Finally when no one else raises their hand, she says, "Yes, Johnny?"
"Miss Figpot, it means lovely."
Relieved, but a little puzzled, the teacher says, "Johnny, can you explain why you think indifferent means lovely?"
"Sure, teach. Last night when I was in bed, I heard Mom say, 'That's lovely'. Dad replied to her, 'Yep, it's in different.'"
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle
