Billy Johnson was nervous, this was his first day of school. Well, not school but university. He’d gotten all the qualifications he needed to be here. He deserved to be there, he earned the right to be there. He was just as smart and intelligent as everyone else in the building. Probably more so than some. But he was still nervous. This was his first day! What if he did something stupid? What if he said Willy instead of Billy, then everyone would call him that. He didn’t want to be called Willy.
He decided he simply wouldn’t tell anyone his first name.
He walked into the class, slowly, cautiously, almost hoping not to be seen.
Then he noticed, they were all staring at him, why were they all staring at him? Did he have something on his face? Did he spill coke down his shirt?
Then he realized, he knew why they were all staring at him, of course they were, if he was in their position he would be doing the same.
He summoned all his courage & said in a loud confident voice,
“Good afternoon class, I’m Mr Johnson.”