1. I finally start teaching this fall. (Finished my very first interview with a principal today, in fact). It’s exciting, and scary…but, mostly, new.

    For me, as a student, titles were always pretty important to me. I never felt comfortable, for instance, when one of my professors insisted we call him Kevin. Too chummy, even though he was a good friend after a year or so. My mentor usually signs notes to me as “Alice,” but I always call her Dr. ___. Professional courtesy is just important to me. I’m also irked often by people who don’t say hello or goodbye. Always have been. That’s just me.

    I will never ever have my kids call me Alma. For one thing, they probably couldn’t pronounce it correctly. For another, I’ve earned more respect than that. I’m not a peer or a colleague. I’d never be Miss M. either. It may not be pretty, but it’s my name. I’m standing in front of those kids because of what that name represents. I’m proud to be Bert’s daughter; a child of the M___ household; the sole namesake of my grandmother. When I stand there, so too are all the people who helped me along the way. I do it as much for them as I do it for me.

    Still, that title feels funny. Neat, sorta. Like wow, maybe, I might just be an adult someday soon.

  2. GOTHAMGIRL

    Three things; One, I too once thought your name was pronounced En-TREK-en so much so that the first time I ever heard you pronounce it I almost e-mailed you to ask if you were sure. Yeah. I was gonna ask if you were sure if you knew how to properly pronounce the last name your family has been using for generations. Aren’t I just a cotton headed ninny muggins? Secound, everyone I knew who was called Mr. E or Ms. E was called that because they were EAZY. (Yes, so easy it needed a “z” in the word) Were you EAZY Will? I think we know the answer. Third, finally, and most important, did the fact that I called you Mr. Entrekin in the About Me section promt this blog? Failure to satisfy my inquisitive nature will result in me calling you Mr. Entrekin every chance I get… which is basically only through the comments section of your blog… exscuse me while I come up with something more diabolical to idally threaten you with…

  3. @Alma: one thing that’s been almost difficult is graduate school, because we never call our professors by anything besides their last names (except our former director, now I think of it). But my undergrad professors? I still can’t really call my former advisor anything besides Dr. Walsh, even though he told me to call him John. And I’d never actually be able to bring myself to call Kennedy “Bob”; he’s father Kennedy, and always will be.

    @gotham: nope. I’ve liked that my students called me sensei, and have been meaning to write about it. But I’m confused: I said I’m not comfortable with “Mr. Entrekin”; why would you call me something I’m not comfortable with? Calling someone something they’ve explicitly said makes them uncomfortable seems a bit rude.

  4. GOTHAMGIRL

    Well, I was going to do it mildy annoy you, like when my freind pokes me in the side just enough so that I spout a stream of incomprehensible jibberish, but judging by that comment I would say it’s more likly to piss you off. Not really one of my goals in life. Now I am sad because I can’t pester you mildy anymore.

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