For one thing, fourteen letters could be in a name. A first name. As a teacher of Spanish to a 99.9% Indian population, I have faced a real challenge in my pronunciation acumen. I love my kids. They are fun, responsive and curious. The youngest is 5 1/2 and the oldest is 10. I have three “batches” (the term serves as the school euphemism for classes) of students. They are all unique and they all bring something to the group dynamic. However, they also bring their names. All fourteen letters. The only anomaly to the entire scheme of things is my one Caucasian student, Christopher. Thank you, Christopher, I commend you for bringing me a name I can pronounce without effort. I am sorry to suggest that there is something wrong with the names held by the majority of students in this setting. But, really, I have had to initiate a novel way of addressing my kids. I began to look to one boy and offer, “Young man…” To a girl, “Young lady…” With this approach in place I have been spared agonizing over the fourteen-letter name. I hate to butcher a person’s name. This technique of mine seemed to satisfy as the kids giggle whenever Sra. Wright (my name being considerably easier than theirs) speaks to each valuable member of the group. They are valuable. I love working with them. Some things just beg to be simplified. No one has complained. Just so long as they don’t resort to addressing me as, “Old lady”.