The Southern Accent Strikes Again, or All These Midwesterners Think I'm a Hick

Today in my Native American nonfiction class, we were workshopping the very rough draft of my project (which basically comprises my entire grade, oh scary) and I mentioned how I was actually really nervous about this workshop because, heck, I've been in creative writing workshops before, but I'm more accountable for the work I write for this class.

Suddenly everyone in my class got very quiet and looked at me, aghast. My teacher said, "Did you just say you were a cannibal?"

I said, "No, accountable."