The year after I graduated high school, I returned one day to visit a few friends who still attended my old fine arts school once a week. After sitting in on orchestra and making an appearance at choir, I slipped into the drama class and perched on a chair along the back wall.
One of my friends saw me and yelled my name. “Shh!” I said, putting my finger to my lips in exaggerated sneakiness. “I’m trying to be surreptitious.”
My old drama teacher, halfway across the room, loudly commented, “You can’t be surreptitious when you use words like ‘surreptitious.’”