New Place, New Name, Same Me.
by Fahrin (FAH-reen) Kermally “What was that? FEY-rin? Fey-REEN? Fah-RIN? Can you repeat that, please?” I always hated the first day of school. Not because I was worried about having friends. Not because I was scared I would flunk out. But because I dreaded listening to the teacher mispronounce my name. And then continue to mispronounce it, not trying to get it right, and just settling on saying it wrong for lack of effort and interest. I danced this dance…