1) This reminds me of junior high back in the Chicago suburbs when some classmates pretended my name was ‘too hard’ & relentlessly teased me as ‘Shoehead,’ ‘Shitvo,’ & ‘Shamu’ for almost 2 years until my social studies teacher Mr. C decided to absolutely GO OFF on them:
His face turned redder than his hair.
I actually felt bad for her she was so mortified.
!!
Then he said ‘If you don’t like these names, & I have many more for the rest of you, then learn to pronounce Shuvo’s name properly. I had better never hear another version of it ever again.’
I was shocked.
A few months later, at our junior high graduation, Mr C. retired.
He came to me & my parents to say ‘I just want you to know that I’d been waiting to tell off kids in this school for a long time.’
He shook my hand, patted my shoulder, & left.
I still try to be a good man, like Charlie Brown. And thanks, Mr. C. You were a good man, too. 🙏🏽