It represents the pain of separation from a lost beginning.

"We're counting the nametags at the begginning of the day", Name deleted me on the phone, "so you make sure you show up".

I looked abysmally at the row of truant faculty nametags on the table and the Kwame billboard out the window and Name deleted's locked office door. In spirit, I was with them.

Current affirmations: I have successfully tampered with my nametag at TA orientation.