For the Love of Words

Found a teeshirt while doing an image search for the Bryn Mawr Owl (you know, the one on the lantern) that read "My mother went to Bryn Mawr and all I got was this extended vocabulary"

I'm studying vocabulary for the GRE right now, and while I know that should be an obnoxious task, something about it just warms me to the core. I love words. I've always loved words (helps that Mum was an English major and would get excited whenever we used vocabulary above our age level). And even this rote learning for a test whose relevance I find questionable makes me feel just a bit more intellectually alive.

I miss being a student, miss reading and discussing and all the rest of it- it's so strange to be a young adult graduated from college. This last year, after all, was the first time since I was six years old that I wasn't in school. No wonder so many of us go through identity crisises!


Anyway, favorite word/definition for the day:

Quaff: –verb (used without object)

1.	to drink a beverage, esp. an intoxicating one, copiously and with hearty enjoyment.

Isn't language fabulous?