Mark’s Awesome Word of the Week

Awesome Wordsexiguous

Alongside such noble pursuits as attaining higher understanding and broadening one’s knowledge base for the eventual betterment of self and others, most will agree that a primary reason for obtaining a college education is to be able to get a job which pays relatively well. Indeed, many college students find themselves in precisely the opposite situation while taking classes; they eke out a meager living at a menial job which, ordinarily, is only a part-time occupation owing to the majority of their time being taken up by their studies. It is this exiguous (ex’IG’you’us) income which leads college students to drive clunkers for cars, and it is this exiguous lifestyle while they often seek to move beyond.

To be exiguous is to be skeletal, minimal, scant, or meager. An exiguous income is one which is hard to live comfortably on; an exiguous love life is one in which your significant other has moved to another continent for work and, but for a few phone calls a week and two or three intercontinental trips a year, there is no contact between the two of you. At Thanksgiving, you may enjoy quite a feast, with ample food to go around; the rest of the year, and especially the day before you get paid, you might find yourself eating exiguously, on whatever free food you could scrape together from your job at the restaurant and your roommate’s leftover pizza.

Like many great words, ‘exiguous’ can be applied to just about anything when the need exists to describe it as thoroughly minimal and barely (if at all) sufficient. If the lights flicker often or dim whenever someone switches on the air conditioner, you might wonder what sort of exiguous power supply is being provided to your building. In an argument where your opponent’s ability to reason is highly questionable, you might ask what kind of exiguous logic they’re employing.

— Mark Jacobs, Assistant Editor

Editor’s Note: This post was written by Mark Jacobs. Mark is a volunteer assistant editor for Jet Fuel Review. He is double-majoring in Physics and Air Traffic Control Management at Lewis, but the left side of his brain is an avid writer. Mark is a junior and works as a ramp traffic controller at O’Hare and at Panera Bread, from which he does not steal dozens of bagels every day.