When the things we fear most are simple…
Thursday, September 10th, 2009I FINALLY, as in eight months later, told my adult learner that I’m going by “Nick.” The conversation took place after tonight’s tutoring session and went like this:
Me: I have to tell you something. (Dramatic pause.) I’m using a new name. I’m not going by “Nina” anymore. I’m going by “Nick.”
Him: So, you want me to call you Nick?
Me: Yes.
Him: I have a friend Sharon and she wants me to call her Sherman. And I know a Kathy who goes by Kevin. When she owes me money, I call Kevin up and say, “Kathy, when are you going to pay me.”
Me: (Nodding and laughing awkwardly)
Him: But I can get with that. I can get with it. I’ll see you next week.
THE END