Sir, I don’t mean to be rude, but have you no experience in the field of education? Yes, I am fully aware that you are not a teacher but are merely supervising this group of misfit children. But over the eight minutes that I have been sitting in this room, you have not spoken one word. And I will bet my lunch money that that will carry on for the next thirty minutes. Granted I may only be here for a couple days, it would be cool if I could address you by something if need be. For now, however, it seems as though you’re open to suggestions because maybe you don’t have a name. Were you abandoned as a child? Are you haunted by those memories every night? Either way, I believe I need to give you a name to fill that void in your life. I have always been fond of the name Magenta. Like the dog in Blue’s Clues. Yes, I was always sure that Magenta was a girls’ name, but my beliefs were shattered when I found out the truth about those iconic dogs’ sexes. Blue was always a boy in my mind. Bitches would never put up with Steve’s and Joe’s antics. Anyway, I am hereby calling you Magenta. Mag, for short…to avoid confusion. I hope you succeed in life as a recluse in the heart of Death Valley, where your lack of human interaction is hardly noticeable.
Oh! You’re speaking to a campus supervisor. Four for you, Magenta. You go, Magenta.