Slang is not a universal language. On the other hand, it is an integral part of the culture surrounding McLean High School, and getting familiar with the following words could open up a whole new world for you. As my departure from McLean looms, I feel it is necessary to record this year’s slang in order to capture the school vernacular’s unique vibrations one last time. This one’s for the culture.

That’s cheeks (exclamation): when something just doesn’t make proper sense. “2+2=22” “That’s cheeks, fam.”

Say less (exclamation): to agree to a plan or task. An evolution of the phrase say no more. “Should we get some Joe’s Pizza?” “Say less.” 

Brick(tini) (adjective): 1) can refer to any poor attempt at shooting or throwing any ball shaped object at an improper trajectory or completely off target. 2) a long duration of time without seeing someone. 1) “Mason shot the ball from half court and missed the whole basket.” “Why does he still try to jack up those bricktinis?” 2) “Bro, you have no hair anymore. It’s been a bricktini.”

Cruced (crust) (croost) (verb): to be put in an extremely undesired situation with no escape. Derived from the word crucification Teacher: “100 page essay due tonight” “I’m cruced”

Whipperton (noun): an automobile. Usually one of mediocre means that someone wants to think is sporty.  “I can drive us to the diner tonight because my mom lent me the whipperton.”

Bustarino (Bust – uh – re – no) (adjective): something, usually a planned event, that one should never had attended. a waste of time. “Going to class today was a bustarino.”

Confirmed (exclamation) indubiously, without question, usually succeeding a hyperbole.  “Steph Curry just got contact lenses?” “Warriors in 3 confirmed.”

Chopt(apotomus) (noun): to be exiled from or not make the cut for a team. “I just received the choptapotomus from the JV girls cricket team.”

Depresso mode (noun): Fleeting state of unagreeable sadness. “She just got a B+ on her math test and subsequently entered depresso mode.” 

Bootleg (Offbrand) (Costco) (wholesale) (adjective):  “Why does the cafeteria keep trying to sell me bootleg Chick-fil-A sandwiches?”

Fye (adjective): Bootleg way of saying “fire.” “Oh, you cop that jacket from Unique. That ish fye.”

Absolutely no cap (phrase): a measure of absolute certainty to an inflated jest. “I got -4 hours of sleep last night” “For real?” “Absolutely no cap.”

Sire (noun): a formal address of another superior. Derived from the word sir. *walking in the hallway and you see a fellow student athlete. “Good morning, sire”

Yeauntanamo bay (Y-Bay) (noun): a place where poorly executed school assignments or misbehaving students are sent. “Did you really try and turn that in and expect a good grade? She probably took one look and sent that out to Yeauntanamo Bay.”

Boonk (verb): of innate defects, lacking any advantageous qualities. “Did they call the cop?” “Ya bruh, that ish was boonk.”

Broke (adjective): unworkable. Something that reminds you society lied because not everything is possible. “I can only receive 25% percent back on test corrections? Now that’s broke.”

Who let that slide? (phrase): questioning the quality and authenticity of a piece of work that has been exported or published, usually pertaining to a subjective lack of judgement. “Did you see the title of this book is called Mein Kampf? Those aren’t even real words. Who let that slide?”

to be added:

Schmegle (verb): to finesse the system or successfully maneuver an improbable obstacle against what people thought was possible.

Heysoos chriesto (exclamation):

Cheezer (cheesemonster) (adjective/noun):

All of the words put into a story for context:

School Dayz: An Odyssey:

His alarm clock bursts to life at 6:50 a.m. “That’s cheeks,” he mutters as he pulls the sheets back over his head. Moments later, he briefly lets his mind slip, and thinks about the reality of the long school day in front of him. He subsequently falls into depresso mode. Now up and eating breakfast, he tells his mom how good the eggs she cooked are, claiming, “These are fye.” to which she replies, “Say less.” He proceeds to hop in the whipperton and makes his way to school. He walks onto the campus, sees one of his brethren, and they do their candid handshake. “What is good, syre,” he says. He walks into his first class and sees all of his peers in their bootleg sportswear. The class is AP Spanish and the teacher can’t speak Spanish, therefore he believes it is broke, confirmed. He wants to drop out of this class even though it is the last day of school, absolutely no cap. The teacher calls for attention, saying one student will receive the Chopt(apotomus) from her class by the end of the day and get sent to Yeauntanamo bay because she is one over the 30-person class size limit. He crumbles up a piece of scratch paper and tries to throw it into the trash can on the other side of the room. It doesn’t go in. A fellow classmate whispers, “That was a bricktini if I ever saw one.” Following his boonk shot attempt, he catches a glimpse of this year’s homecoming theme. The flyer for the annual event reads, “A Day That Will Live in Infamy.” “Who let that slide?” he kept thinking. He carried on, walking down the overcrowded hallways. He finally makes it back home to his household, exclaiming to his mom, “Today was a bustarino. I am cruced.“