A raw deal
So, my girlfriend Melissa, is spending the summer working at a special needs school. She student taught there for her last semester of Towson, so she's fully prepared for all the shenanigans that'll happen. Every day when I come home, I ask her how the kids were. Not only because I care how her day went, but in hopes I'll get to hear some hilarious stories. Because let's face it, when it comes to working with kids like that day in day out, as someone told me who taught them for a living put it, "you have to either laugh, or cry." So she was telling me about this kid who's stuck in a wheelchair, ( most of them are ) and his name was, and I kid you not, "Aramus". I thought to myself, "what a raw deal!" That kid has a totally sweet name, and he'll never get to use it to the full effect it offers. Seriously, think about it.
"Hey ladies, can I buy you a drink?"
"Eww, no get away creep-o!"
"Did I mention my name is Aramus?"
*one girl explodes from excitement*
"Yes, yes can buy me a drink. In fact let me take my panties off right now in preparation"
It might not go exactly like that, but you get the idea. Although, I guess I kinda see the logic in naming a kid something like that. I mean you care about him/her, and you want them to be as special to everyone else as they are to you ( no pun intended). It's kinda like putting spinners on a 76' Gremlin. Or not holding up a lighter at a Great White show. I mean, hell, at least they didn't name him "Spud", or "Forest."