Fungi-what? A Word Snob Confronts the Inevitable
All right. I have a confession to make. I am a word snob. Stretching from my reign as elementary school spelling bee champion, through honors English classes in high school, to eventually majoring in English in undergrad, I always thought I had the premier vocabulary in any given group of people. I would mentally snicker when I heard someone misuse a word, and congratulate myself when I incorporated something polysyllabic and overcomplicated into any given conversation. (Did you see what I did there? I used "polysyllabic" instead of "long word". This is what I mean. It's a problem I have.)
Well, ladies and gentleman, pride goeth before the fall in law school as in life, and I fell pretty hard on my second day of my 1L experience. No, it was not because of the sheer weight of my textbooks, although that may have been a factor. It happened in Contracts. Literally on the first day of class, my professor managed to call into question everything I had ever known to be true about myself and my verbal skills.
Fungible. The word in question was fungible. And no, I wasn't Socratic-ed and embarrassed in front of the class. It was more subtle, more insidious than that. My Contracts professor just slipped that word into his lecture and moved on. At first I thought maybe this was a legal term that I just hadn't become aware of before. But it didn't sound technical. It simply sounded like an adjective. I turned to the guy sitting next to me, writing "Fungible?" on my notebook in a desperate plea for help, but to no avail.
After leaving class, this word, this..."fungible," continued to haunt me. I debated whether or not looking it up on Wikipedia would be a statement of defeat. I couldn't even remember the last time I had heard a word I didn't know that wasn't in another language. And then, finally, not unlike a Charlton Heston movie, I had my moment of revelation. Like many Charlton Heston-esque experiences in my life, it may have been painful, but it was unavoidable.
I'm not good at law school yet. I have no idea what's going on. I now humbly Google any and all unfamiliar words, nostalgic for the days when I was on top of the vocabulary game. Especially because I don't even understand the definition of "fungible", much less the word itself. You win, law school. You win this time.







