On May 6, 1988, my mother wrote this.
[My professor] gave me an A, but he said although I was sometimes brilliant, and never bad, I was often dippy. But he gave me the A for my brilliance.
It is hard for me to imagine my mother ever being dippy. She was silly from time to time, but I don’t see that as the same thing. Sometimes I wonder what my professors thought of me, but that is probably a dippy thing to do.
I can definitely be dippy.
Well, maybe that depends on how you define dippy.
What did your teachers think of you?