I was the Spelling Bee Queen of 1965, man. The principal hauled me out of the grade two team spelling bee, out into the hall, told me not to be such a pain in the ass, and not to B-E-R-A-T-E the other little children. Well, I looked properly A-P-O-L-O-G-E-T-I-C, but inside I was thinking, "C-H-R-I-S-T. If this guy can't A-P-P-R-E-C-I-A-T-E the fact that I've got a huge V-O-C-A-B-U-L-A-R-Y .... well that's his hang-up man, not mine." So I W-A-L-T-Z-E-D back into the classroom, stood up on my T-I-N-Y chair, and shouted, "Down with The Establishment, man! Disestablishmentarianism! D-I-S-E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T- A-R-I-A-N-I-S-M. Man."