“Uh, Shawn?” My teacher asked. “Yeah?” “The copier wasn’t working the best when I made the seating chart, see,” he flashed a piece of paper with student names and pictures on it at me, “and I think it may have cut off some of your name.” “No, I don’t think so.” I said. “Are you sure? Cause it looks like there should be something in front of Shawn.” “You mean like a De or La?” I asked sarcastically. “Well how should I know, it’s your name.” “I don’t have any prefixes or added letters in my name.” “Hmm, I see,” he said. As I sat down he asked another question, “What hip-hop or rap groups do you get down with?” “What makes you think I listen to those particular genres of music?” He was startled, but quickly recovered, “Well, don’t
