I’ve already got my two classes at one college and will meet the other three at Campus #2 on Wed. I look through my roll sheets for the second campus, and what do I find? A student whose last name is…
Tampon.
Yes, that’s right.
So…I’m planning to say her first name loudly, then her last name quietly and with the wrong pronunciation, like tahm-pone.
Oh man, I hope I can get through it. It’s almost as bad as the time I had a student named Hung Wei Lo.
Plus, vivalostwages could just be thinking of the other students’ reaction, and not wanting to embarass the girl. Although god knows she’s probably used to it by now.
Personally, I’d be worried about pulling a “Mr. Broccoli” and calling her “Miss Tampax.”
[size=1]For those not in the know, there once was an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation in which it filtered up to Capt. Picard that some people covertly referred to Reginald Barkley as “Mr. Broccoli.” The good captain was indignant and insisted that anyone who would do such a thing was childish. At next opportunity, he Freudian slipped and called Reg “Mr. Broccoli” to his face. Gaudere’s Law, indeed.*
My colleagues are much worse than I am about stuff like this. One says I should play it for laughs, and the other said that when he tried to “save” a student whose name was Phuoc Yu by saying “Yu Phuoc” instead, he was corrected by said student with a very loud “Phuoc Yu.” So much for trying to spare 'em, as Melandry suggested.
A former co-worker once issued a library card to a little girl named Shi’Tonya. She didn’t even see it until she was typing the girl’s name into the computer in all caps.
Drop by the faculty lounge some time. We’d love to have you.
We could interrupt our discussions of South Park just long enough to have a funny-name contest.
If anyone out there thinks they can “reform” higher education, they’ve got a long, hard road ahead of 'em.