The
first day of school always makes me nervous.
You have to have all the right supplies.
You have to find the right place to sit, (not in front with the smart
kids, not in back with the bad ones). And then you have to figure out what the
teacher is like and what kinds of things they expect from you.
I
was looking around the room to see who was there and then there was Alexa
raising her hand as the teacher was making out his seating chart.
He
looked at her and said, “Yes? You are…?”
“Alexa
Neeley, but can I be Lexie this year?”
I
looked at her. All this time she had
been Alexa and now she wanted to be Lexie.
How can people do that? Now I had
someone new to have to learn. Other
people were introducing themselves, giving their names. The teacher was marking in his grade book,
writing down their names in his chart. I
was starting to panic. Who could I
be? What was my name going to be this
year?
Suddenly
my arm shot up, my hand waving in the air.
The teacher looked at me and asked, “And you are…?”
“Josh
Wright…can I be called…” my mind scrambled for the right name. Why couldn’t my parents have named me a cool
name that I could shorten? Or a famous name like Orville or Wilbur Wright or
Frank Lloyd Wright? The teacher looked
at me expectantly and I blurted –
“Can I be called…Josh?”
He looked puzzled
for a moment. “Okay, Josh Wright… we’ll
call you… Josh.” He shook his head and made
a note on his chart.
I leaned back in
my chair and smiled to myself.
Josh. I’m going to be Josh this
year.
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