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Today the Satire professor made us do that tiresome thing wherein you introduce yourself to the class. Gosh, I hate those. He had us break into groups of three, tell each other "something interesting" about ourselves (I'm getting sleepy just remembering it), and then elect someone to introduce the group to the class.

I again did something childish (second day in a row!), wherein I sweetly refused to be the one elected, although the other two members of my group were very nice girls for whom English was their second language. (One from Greece and one from DR.) The girl from Greece volunteered to go.

When it was our group's turn, she got up and did a fine job introducing us, except that when she got to the part where she told them my name, she explained (as I had explained to her when she asked me) the reason my name is Octavia is that my mother is a fan of Shakespeare. Except that she pronounced it "Shex-sper", saying the last syllable inaudibly.

So what everyone, including the professor, heard was, "Her name is Octavia because her mother liked sex."

So I had to end up explaining that one, and talking to the class after all. Serves me right!

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