Hello, my name is Dilina.

-Hello, Dil-ee-nuh.
-No, no, it's dil-nuh.
-Dil-nuh?
-Yeah.
-But shouldn't it be dil-eh-nuh or something?
-No. It's DIL-NUH.
-Dil-nuh? Oh. Gee. Yeah. That's. Um. That's a delightful name ya got there.
-...
-Alright, take your seat now, Diana.


Now that school is about to start, I get to go through at least three weeks of THAT.
It's the same each school year.
And better is when I'm sat in the back of the class, and the teacher has to come directly to my side to hear me because I've a soft voice. "Come again?"
And I try to say it louder and by then everyone's looking at me. "Dil-nuh."
"I didn't catch that. One more time?"
"It's dil-nuh, you motherfucker."
"You're going to have to speak up, dear."
And one of these days, I just might have to go Columbine on these people.






My life summed up in a blog post.

Gee, I'm bored.


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