Unfiltered Story #311682
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I was named after my dad, but was always called by my middle name to avoid confusion. My parents always noted this when they registered me for school so that teachers would know how I go by.
From first until sixth grade (with the exception of the fourth grade) I had one particular girl in all my classes. She would frequently smirk at me and say “Hi, JULIAN!” or would sing some teasing song on the playground about a “Julian.”
It would completely confuse me because my name wasn’t “Julian” and I couldn’t think of any reason why I was supposed to be annoyed or offended with her calling me that when that clearly seemed to be the intent.
This went on for years until one day in 6th grade, we had a new teacher permanently replace our old one, as the old one replaced our school guidance counselor.
Teacher: *to me* I’m sorry, what was your name again?
Girl: IT’S JULIAN!
Me: No it’s not!
Girl: Yes it is! Yes it is! Look on the roll call thingy, right there, Julian (last name)
Teacher: *picking up book* I see here Juan (last name) with (my middle name) in parentheses.
Girl: Wait a minute, I thought…
Me: *sighing and banging my fist on my desk* That’s pronounced “wan”, not “Julian”, you ox-brain! All these years I was wondering who the heck “Julian” was!!!