What's In a Name?

For 2 semesters at Dixie I had Spanish and institute with this kid named Danny.

But for some reason I always called him Jeff.

"Hey Jeff!"

"My name is Danny."

"Yep. And when I called you Jeff I totally meant Danny."

I think he thought I was trying to be funny, or cute.

But I wasn't. I was suffering from acute name amnesia.

So for a while I tried another approach.

"Hihowsitgoin?"

I tried saying it fast enough that he wouldn't notice I couldn't remember his name.

"My name is Danny."

"Right, Jeff."

Eventually I gave up altogether.

I would just wave silently when I saw him.

And I know he secretly wanted to yell across campus

"My. Name. Is. Danny!"

Where ever you are Danny, I'm sorry. I really wish after two semesters of being in the same classes I could have mastered your name. However, you will always be Jeff to me.

xo