Sixth week of school, and I’m making my way through the roster, having a quick conference with every student. “When is it going to be my turn?” asked Andrew.
“Not for a little bit,” I answered. “I’m going alphabetically backwards by first name. That puts you at the bottom of the list today.” I smiled apologetically.
“Wait! How come Alex just went?” he asked.
“Who’s Alex?” I replied with furrowed brow.
Andrew looked over his shoulder.
“That’s Nelson,” I told him.
He shrugged, and I made eye contact with his buddy.
“It is my nickname,” the second guy admitted. “It even says so in the information system.
I did not doubt him. “What does your math teacher call you?” I asked.
“Nelson,” he answered.
“What about social studies?”
“Nelson,” he admitted
“Science?”
“Nelson.”
“Well, Alex," I said, "I will make sure they call you by the right name from now on, BUT...”
I paused, and his smile drooped a tiny bit.
“I am going to miss Nelson! He is a great guy!”
“Not for a little bit,” I answered. “I’m going alphabetically backwards by first name. That puts you at the bottom of the list today.” I smiled apologetically.
“Wait! How come Alex just went?” he asked.
“Who’s Alex?” I replied with furrowed brow.
Andrew looked over his shoulder.
“That’s Nelson,” I told him.
He shrugged, and I made eye contact with his buddy.
“It is my nickname,” the second guy admitted. “It even says so in the information system.
I did not doubt him. “What does your math teacher call you?” I asked.
“Nelson,” he answered.
“What about social studies?”
“Nelson,” he admitted
“Science?”
“Nelson.”
“Well, Alex," I said, "I will make sure they call you by the right name from now on, BUT...”
I paused, and his smile drooped a tiny bit.
“I am going to miss Nelson! He is a great guy!”
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