I am at the end of the roll*. Always have been. Probably always will be. It isn’t really the bane of my life, but it does bug me sometimes. Today, the last day of my primary schooling, I made a remark about it.
I got a few laughs. The girl who was always at the end of the roll before I came said thanks. Then a sympathetic remark from my teacher.
“Don’t worry (my name), when you get married and change your name, you won’t be at the end of any list.”
Not quite the sympathy I was expecting.
*The roll is the list that is called out in class at the start of the day. It has everybody’s name on it, and the teacher reads out the names, and the person whose name is read out answers with ‘here’ or ‘yes’. If there is no answer, then the student is marked as absent.