Ode to Chester

My sixth grade LA (Lanuguage Arts) teacher-go Mr. Fredette!- had this 'thing' where he absolutely hated the name Chester. Despised it. Whenever something needed a name, he would say and squint "okay, class, what do you think the name should be?" And we would all say: "Ooooh, how about Chester, Mr. Fredette?" He would laugh and say softly: "Alright kids, that's a good name-but no more, okay?" He wasn't ever really serious, and he was an awesome teacher-really funny and super nice and friendly-but boy, Chester was a big thing for him. Sooooooooooooooooo hilarious, but we didn't make fun of him...he was WAY too nice for us to do that to him. So anyway, I just wanted to take this time to thank someone important-Chester. Thanks, buddy, for helping me realize that no one in the world has a worse name than you. And that no matter what, you're always good for laughs.