That's not my name

In the past month, I have experienced some pretty serious life changes.

I got married.

I moved in with a boy (ahhh!)

I started my student teaching.

I allowed myself to start eating more cake.

The most interesting, though, would have to be having a different last name.

I went from having a pretty "easy" name

to a "difficult" name.

Bailey = easy

Lysenko = difficult

But I like it. I like it a lot.

Wanna know a funny story?

Excellent.

My 7th grade students have the hardest time remembering my name.

I get all sorts of variations.

"Mrs...Lysinski!"

"Ly...senka!"

"Lysurka!"

...Lysurka? really?

Really.

The other day a student came up to me, struggling to say my name.

The scary thing?

I struggled right along with him.

Student: "Oh hey, Mrs...Lysin..."

Me: "Lysenskaaaa...wait, what?"

Yeah.

I momentarily forgot my own name.

Fail. 

Luckily it hasn't happened since.

I'll try and keep it that way...