That's not my name

Upon telling people what I'm doing this year, they tend to respond with something along the lines of "Oh my gosh!  How are you adjusting to the long commute/ change in scenery/ minimal stipend/ unfamiliar demographics/ timberlands?"  Surprisingly, my transition from suburban life to, well, whatever it is one would categorize the way I live now, has been relatively easy.  There has, however, been one notable culture shock for me.  And that is going from being one of three "Hannah F's" in my grade of 450 to being the only Hannah the roughly 300 students at Ferebee-Hope have ever met.

Now, this wouldn't be worth mentioning, except for the semi-recent cultural phenomenon revolving around a certain Disney Channel show.  Hannah Montana.  Maybe you've heard of it.

The first couple times a student read my name-tag and asked me if I was, in fact, the bewigged superstar, I simply answered "yes" (just for kicks).  But when some of the students started believing me, I decided to change my approach.  Now the interaction goes something like this:

Student: Miss...
Me: Hannah.
Student: Like Hannah Montana!
Me: No. Like "Ms. Hannah."
Student: Ms. Hannah Montana?
Me: Ms. Hannah.
Student: Ms. Hannah.
Me: That's ri-
Student: MONTANA!


I've learned to just deal with it.  My other big challenge has been trying to explain what freckles are to my kids, a majority of whom have never even experienced a suntan.  Any ideas?