"Yeah, baby, yeah"

So my teachers for summer school have exchanged places. Ms. Wright is off having her vacation somewhere, and heinous bitch-lady Ms. DeBoni has taken over, much to our dismay.

The first day she checked with me, to see if I am indeed "Dan" (Ms. Wright left her a note: "Call Danielle Dan"), but this did not deter her from referring to me as a "she." Our first "assignment" was to send an email to her with our WebCT emails (whoo hoo), so I began by explaining that my birth name is Danielle, but I'm getting it changed because it confuses people. (Hey, it worked the last time.) She read over my shoulder as I typed it, which annoyed the heck out of me, but I figured she might get the message faster that way. No such luck.

Our second assignment was to send email to two other classmates, and she read that over my shoulder, too. Then she told the rest of the class what I had said in my email. (Which struck me as so rude, I couldn't believe it.) And it was "she" this and "she" that. I thought I might cry. I slumped over my keyboard with a big bang and glared furiously up into the brim of my hat. A few students sitting around me gave me sympathetic looks.

( And then the voice came out of the clouds )