Your Name is...
Do you ever just randomly remember some childhood memory and think ‘That was B.S.’? I was trying to sleep (my favorite activity besides eating) and just had this thought pop into my mind. Back in elementary school I got myself into trouble. My teacher called me up to her desk to scold me for doing something so heinous, I still can’t believe I wasn’t immediately put on America ’s Most Wanted. “You didn’t put your name on your worksheet. You wrote Fel. That’s not your name.” This was a bit odd to me because other people in class got to use their nicknames. Angelene got to be Angie, Alexander got to be Alex, and Samuel got to be Sam. Why can't I be Fel? “That’s not the point.” That’s entirely the point. ”The point is that I need you to write your name on your paper so that I know it’s yours.” If you were so confused as to whose paper it was then how did you know it was…you know what? This happened in Idaho so lets just say she was racist. She was also a little...