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One hundred words every high school
graduate should know. Really? Surely not. ‘Till now I’ve wandered through
life relatively certain the hallowed halls of college were my educational
Waterloo but should the Houghton-Mifflin folks know from where they speak,
this kid making it through today’s high school would be problematical at
best.
Over at American Heritage
Dictionaries, published by the afore mentioned H-M, editors compiled a list
of 100 words and go on to suggest each and every high school graduate should
feel comfortable with all on hundred. Check it out and you might just
wonder what high school the Houghton-Mifflin word geeks attended? It sure
wasn’t Cambridge High, home of the Vikings in Western Illinois. Here I
thought Miss Westerlund a meanie for insisting I memorize passages from “Thanatopsis”.
Turns out she was a marshmallow when it came to vocabulary.
Not to quibble with the intellectual
set but where, in the course of everyday life, is one penalized by having an
intimate familiarity with words like moiety (a half), quotidian (a placid
everyday scene) and ziggurat (a type of temple tower common to the
Sumerians, Babylonians and Assyrians of ancient Mesopotamia)? Well, other
than a George Orbanek Sunday Sentinel column.
According to senior editor Steven
Kleinedier, explaining why high school students should be intimately
familiar with the likes of tautology, taxonomy and tectonic, “The words we
suggest are not meant to be exhaustive but are a benchmark against which
graduates and their parents can measure themselves.”
Well, I measured away and found you
know who coming up quite short in what is supposedly the ground floor of
sound grammatical knowledge in 2007. Oh, there were some recognizable
offerings on the list. Paradigm, a word always bordered by “ever shifting”,
was a favorite of the touchy-feely set back in the nineties and equinox was
a week ago today, but gamete, enervate, evanescent and unctuous?
C’mon, does anyone really use these
words in everyday conversation? Say you find me, word list in hand, on a
barstool downing a cold one, which come to think of it, is a mighty fine
place to be found on a hot summer afternoon. Mid-quaff, in the interest of
neighborly conversation, I mention to the total stranger on the adjacent
stool, the best TV moment of the past few years was witnessing the myriad
empty seats vacated by the front runners of all frontrunners, Colorado
Yankee fans, unable to handle their Bronx Bombers getting smoked by our Rox
last week. And suppose the stranger has also memorized the one hundred
words and responds, “Not to appear supercilious and resisting the
temptation toward loquaciousness but your obsequious attitude toward the
vacuous recreation of baseball spectating leaves me jejune.”
That statement would then leave me
the option of, after checking the list, responding, “While your opinion is
extremely multi-syllabic in nature, it’s also true it could not be more
tautological.” Fortunately, in moments of conversational stress, one
returns to their conversational roots. As an Iowa State alum, this means
utilizing the grammatical tools that pass for intellectual repartee in the
land of corn by growling, “Hey Dude, bite me!”
The Houghton-Mifflin’ compendium makes one
sound highly intelligent. My list makes you feel good all over. At least,
until the fight starts. |
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