Adahy fired back. “How can I Google it? I can’t even pronounce it, let alone spell it.” “Jacqueline Barstow, I presume?” Adahy announced. “I do believe you are up to the task. However, if correct pronunciation and definitive meaning to something as trivial as my name befuddles you my dear, then life as an inept must be invigorating.” Whoa. Wasn’t expecting that. Adahy turned and wrote a name on the chalk board. The name was John Rogers. “Has anyone ever heard of this man before?” She turned to face the class, who simply stared back. I don’t know about the rest of them, but I hadn’t heard of this John… “Excuse me Mrs. Shoemowetochawcawe.” Came a familiar voice from the door. I recognized it almost immediately, yet I didn’t dare hope it to be true. “My name is…” Adahy turned her attention to the new student at the door way. “I know exactly who you are Mr. Blackwood. Principle Girard informed me of your transfer this morning. Take a seat young man. Excellent pronunciation by the way.”
