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Mine occurred a very long time ago in English class in the 11th grade. It was my turn to read aloud from one of Shakespeare's works - don't remember which. There was a word "bustard", some sort of bird in my reading section that I blithely read as "bastard" - a word I was more familiar with. The whole class got a good laugh at my expense. The teacher corrected me and told me what a "bustard" was.
Wouldn't you know it - the bard actually had the word "bastard" a few paragraphs later. Before pronouncing it, I stopped and looked so long that the teacher said, "It really is 'bastard' this time."
Where (and when) I grew up, "bastard" was considered a naughty word.
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