All the time, I get the same question: Puckerbush...what? What does it mean?
Well, today you have come to the right place to find out the little story behind my nickname.
It was an ordinary day back in my 8th grade year of school. I took my regular seat in the back of Ms. Rice's English class, which was over in the corner of the room. My seat was surrounded, on all three sides, by fellow classmates of the male gender. We'll call them *Matt, *Dave, and *John. Since I was the only girl in the corner with them, we became good friends throughout the year.
Everyday they came in, they would talk and call each other by their little nicknames they had for each other and refer to me by my regular name.
In the English class, at the time, we were reading "A Day No Pigs Would Die" by Robert Peck. We were doing regular 8th grade work by getting vocabulary and such from the book so we could take a test over it at the end.
One day as the guys were making jokes about each others nicknames, they decided that poor me needed a nickname, as well. They were throwing out ideas one after another, when they heard our teacher annouce a word that we were to add to our vocabulary: puckerbush. As soon as it was heard, *bam* that was my new nickname.
The word, puckerbush, actually means an "evergreen aromatic shrubby tree of southeastern United States having small hard berries thickly coated with white wax used for candles." Although the guys knew this, they didn't really care because they liked the way it sounded.
Everyday after that, I was referred to as Puckerbush.
That was six years ago and the name has stuck with me ever since, and as Paul Harvey would say, "And now you know, the rest of the story."
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