by Iris H., Age 16
, Grade 10, Amery High School, Amery, WISCONSIN USA
Teacher: Mrs. Ruehlow
“Okay, we need to actually be serious now,” I said through my laughter. This was quite an often occurrence in my world history class; messing around and not getting anything done. We were supposed to be reading through a story about a man who lived a long time ago. I was in a group with a few people, one of them being my best friend. We had a substitute teacher who could’ve cared less about what we were doing.
Finally, after a few moments of getting out the rest of our laughter, we were being serious. We all looked at our papers. Everybody agreed that I should read first. I looked at the paper in front of me, which was an informational sheet about a man named Louis Pasteur. I giggled to myself quietly; I had a plan. Everybody was waiting on me. I picked up my paper, held it out in front of me, and sat up straight and tall, trying my best to look as pretentious as I could.
I cleared my throat and said in a serious voice, “Louit Pattier.” (Pronounced Loo-it Patti-er.) It was at this point that none of us could hold it together anymore. We all burst out laughing, causing the entire class to look at us, all of them completely mortified by our sudden outburst. None of us cared, though; we simply could not control ourselves.
It was from then on, that my best friend and I decided to call each other Louit. No matter what it was that we were talking about, the only name we would call each other was Louit. Whether it was a serious conversation, a happy one, or a sad one, the nickname never changed. One rule we decided about our nickname is that only me and her can call each other that name. Nobody else can call us Louit; only we can. It’s kind of like our secret code.
Our nickname has stuck with us through thick and thin. Even through the best of times and the worst of times, it could always be fixed, and we always went back to that name.