I chuckled as I read this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge about the significance of names. Any teacher will understand why. Being a teacher ruins names.
I don’t have children yet, but they are in my life plan. Like any girl dreaming of her future family, I’ve tossed around ideas for potential baby names with my girl-friends and my husband. However, for a teacher, names immediately lend themselves to memories of students. Sometimes the association is good, and sometimes I can only picture saying the syllables in an irritated voice commanding a kid to stop talking.
Tyler, for instance. I associate the name “Tyler” with an obnoxious inability to sit still and be quiet. I’ve had three students named Tyler who fit this description. Unfortunately, two of them were in the same class period, so simply yelling “Tyler!” didn’t do much, because they never knew where my yells were directed. Fortunately, Tyler was never on my list of potential baby names, so it isn’t too much of a problem.