My mind has recently been traveling back to the days of standardized testing in high school.  Every other year or so, without fail, we had to take some state-required test that measured our reading, vocabulary, writing, and mathematical comprehension.  It usually took about a week to complete, and the first day was utterly monotonous!

We would start by writing each letter of our name into a separate box, and then bubbling in the corresponding letter below, being careful not to go outside those pesky bubble lines (as that was always such a big point each teacher made).  Then we would move on to our dates of birth and demographic info such as gender and race.  Strangely, I always felt bad for the students whose names were too long to completely fit on the sheet.  It’s somewhat symbolic of a higher power being able to say that your specific identity is…