Growing up, the class roster printout did not have characters to show my full name. As a result, it would truncate the last letter of my first name, showing "Al

Growing up, the class roster printout did not have characters to show my full name. As a result, it would truncate the last letter of my first name, showing "Ala" instead of "Alan." Inevitably, on the first day of a new class, the teacher would call out attendance, and would briefly pause with a puzzled look on their face, and attempt call me "Ala"? "Allah?" while my friends snickered in the background. I'd sigh, and say "No it's Alan" and the teacher would correct the attendance sheet and we'd be done with that, for that semester at least. Until there was a substitute, and we'd start the whole process over. These days, I don't mind people butchering my last name, and when I have to spell it out over the phone, I endure the occasional comment about it. I take it in stride, as I myself struggle with ethnic asian names. However, I get very testy when someone butchers my first name (it happens more than you would expect).