At work, we had (3) Jeffery Allen (first, middle) at the same time. Each spelled differently.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
As I think I've mentioned before, my freshman year in college my dorm had 8 women and 9 Daves.
These are the Daves I know, I know....
My high school class of 148 people had seven Mikes.
In college, the common name was Dan -- we had friends we referred to as Big Dan, Little Dan, Drunk Dan, Boston Dan, and Squirrelly Dan.
My whole school career there's only been one other Jacqueline that I know of. On our high school diplomas, we found that hers printed out with my middle initial and mine with hers. There were only, exactly two of us in the entire class of 500+! And probably something like fifty Jennifers and twenty Stephanies, and approximately a metric fuckton of Davids, Matts and Ramons, most of whom got their diplomas just fine.
So technically, JZ never graduated from high school....
So technically, JZ never graduated from high school....
Heh. My Dad knew a woman who had gone to college on an accelerated program without graduating high school. Then she went to law school on and an accelerated program without graduating college. Then once she passed her bar exam her state bar wouldn't admit her because she had no high school diploma -- so she had to get a GED.
twenty Stephanies,
woo! I had a class once with three Stephanie. We went by first name, last initial - Stephanie F, Stephanie J, and Stephanie M.
My entire elementary through high school years, there was never another student in the entire school with the same first name as me. There were one or two from other nearby schools who also did Academic Decathlon, and we'd always notice each others' name tags and say hi. I was the only Hillary, though; the others were Hilary.
I bought some earplugs, but didn't have to use them today, because officemate left about half an hour after I got there. And in that half hour, we mostly talked about Star Trek, rather than doing work, anyway. (Then from the Vulcan Salute, conversation drifted to Second Temple Judaism, but in an actual conversational and interesting way, not a weird personal questions way.)