I received another note this week from a staff member that had my first name and last initial on it. There’s another person on staff now that shares my first name.

I am now being called by the same name I had in fourth grade, when there were three of us who shared the same first name.

To be fair, the quality of my day is a function of the amount of strawberry milk in the cafeteria, which can best be described by:

Don’t forget to carry the 2. Any fourth grader could identify this simple Jacobi polynomial.

Semi-related posts:

1. May the Fourth be with you
2. The Fourth Wall
3. Because no one is happy in 8th grade
4. For those back home
5. On the road back from Peoria