Remember those times where you had to come up with a word that started with the same letter as your name and y& #39;all would like go around the class and stuff clapping? La la la , right?

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So I was in 4th grade in this small Black Catholic school in Chicago.... My mom taught 8th grade.. family all went to the school and parish... Yadda yadda.. ok so my 4th grade teacher was what I now recognize as exhausted.. had us circle up and do this name game...

"Amazing Alicia".. clap clap stomp snap snap.. "Lucky LeShawn.. clap etc etc.. we were rockin too.. I mean we were Black kids from the south side of Chicago.. so our rhythm and musicality was boomin! Okkk??

So anyway.. I& #39;m in my 4th grade groove...then on Boomsheeka& #39;s turni realize, shoot! I don& #39;t know an adjective with V.. think Victor think.. you are the fastest and most expressive at read aloud.. you CAN& #39;T flounder this ELA competition!! For Shame!! https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😳" title="Errötetes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Errötetes Gesicht">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😳" title="Errötetes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Errötetes Gesicht">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😳" title="Errötetes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Errötetes Gesicht">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😳" title="Errötetes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Errötetes Gesicht">

A bit of context.. So let me tell you something.. in 4th grade the best reader alouder is a status symbol ok? I was reading the hell out some "The Lucky Dog Runs to the Well" from those Catholic School reading textbooks. I was the Diana Ross of 4th grade read-aloud..

Meanwhile, back at the ranch..

It was my turn.. my palms sweated profusely.. my adrenaline kicked in and with the Good Lord peering down from the cross.. I sang out.. "Vixen Victor".. accompanied with the best 4th grade body I could muster. I think I snapped at the end too... The Saints paused...

Mrs Milner said "Oop.. look at the time! It& #39;s time to switch gears and start Religion... back to your desks, children".
She nervously flung her jheri-curled locks and began writing the days Religion lesson on the chalkboard.

We ain& #39;t play that game no more .
Finit.

My classmates eyes darted back and forth between Mrs Milner and their now sassy classmate.. The Vixen.. would their beloved ELA king be shamed for an adjective related offense???