The End of the Alphabet

I love my Daddy. And I love my Momma for marrying him. I love his family, the closeness we all enjoy, and the history of the Willises. But can I just say that sometimes it drives me crazy to be a 'W'? Gah! I'm always, well mostly always, at the end of the list. The end of the line. The back corner of the classroom. The last oral presentation which means the most time to stress out. By the time it gets to me, I've forgotten we are even taking role, so I look like a goob confessing that I wasn't paying attention and asking the teacher to repeat the question because I started talking to a neighbor all the way back at 'H'. This came up in my chem recitation today when the TA was handing back our tests (we are not going to talk about how I did). He made some comment about how I was waiting so patiently all the way to the end of the stack but that I'm probably used to it. I retorted, "Yeah, I had better marry someone who's last name starts with 'A' or something." The class thought that was pretty funny which made me feel downright witty :) But that's not even the best thing. At the end of class, the guy in the next row over and I were talking and he congratulated me on my bold comment and told me his last name started with 'B' which is almost 'A'. I wish I could say he proceeded to ask me out, but that would be a lie. What he really said was that he had always taken his name for granted and never really thought about the people at the end of the alphabet. TTFN