It was the first day of a new Writing class and the dozen or so students in the class were nervous, and getting their 3-ring binders ready for the mountain of paper that they had heard the teacher was soon to give out.
"I'm Christian," the dark haired, dark eye-browed young male said to John. John, for whom his faith is really deep and just a natural part of life, answered, "Me too," and he went on sorting his divider with barely a glance up.
After a short silent pause, the dark haired teen said, "No, I mean my name is Christian!"
"Oh," John smiled. "My name's John." The two boys talked some more, and then the class started.