I know I'm not the smartest kid in class.
I'm not your favorite student, especially when I say, "I don't know" and "Miss, what eez thees?" really loud with that funny accent so my friends laugh.
I'm not good-looking, not skinny, and not careful when I walk.
There's a lot of a lots in me.
I break the rules a lot.
I speak too loud a lot.
I forget to raise my hand a lot.
I don't bring my books a lot.
So when you say my name, you know, that way you say it...mad. My mom and dad do it, too, so, I'm kind of used to it.
Some bigger words I looked up are angrily, with exasperation, annoyance, sarcasm, disgust, hatred, repulsion, venom, vitriol, and self-righteousness.
Maybe those big teacher words help you understand better.
You say my name a lot.
Today, you said it 18 times in class.
But I have 6 periods to go to. I have 6 teachers.
Today, all of my teachers said my name about a hundred times.
but no one said it nice.
There's a lot of maybes in me.
Maybe if you only said my name when I did something good, even something small, I don't know.
Maybe I'd pay more attention to when you said it.
Maybe if you only said my name when you smiled hello at me, I'd feel better.
Maybe if every teacher only ever said my name in a nice way, I'd do better.
I mean, you can still tell me to stop doing my stupid stuff that I do for attention, just maybe don't say my name?
I guess that's dumb, never mind.
I'm just a kid, what do I know? I'm still trying to figure stuff out.
but, my name is me.
You say me when you say my name.