What's in a name?

Why would I name my blog Miss P.? I know some of you are snickering. It's ok. Everyday when I enter thru the doors of the school where I teach I can't help but let a smile spread across my face. You see everyday I am greeted with things like, "What's up Miss P.?" or "Miss P. I am so glad your here I have a story I want to tell you." If you had told me on my graduation day that I would live my life as Miss P. I probably would have laughed at you. How did I become Miss P? Well, it's easy, you see my first year of teaching I had a middle school class of almost all boys. Enough said. Anyone who has spent any time with a large group of middle school boys knows that from the first moment it left one boys lips there was no turning back. Now I guess I could have been a stick in the mud kind of teacher and made them call me Miss Paterni, but I knew from the moment it was said it was not poking fun, it was a term of endearment. Now there have been other names that have come along, Miss Paturkey or Miss Pepperchili, but I prefer Miss P. I am that teacher...you know the one that wears jeans every chance she gets, and wears her converse even with nice black pants. My shoelaces are checkered in the schools colors. I take the time to listen to kids stories. I notice when they are not doing well and ask if there is a way I can help. I don't have a problem with correcting them by my standards instead of the standards of this world. I love these kids even when they seem unlovable. God has given me such a heart for them it hurts. I tell them how much I care about them especially when they say I don't. I laugh sometimes at the humor of God. He set me to work in a mission field that I hated while I was growing up. I thought school was the worst place on earth. Now I can't imagine being anywhere else. I don't know how well I am going to do at this blogging thing. I am not much of a writer but I thought I would give it a try.