(Oh, the things I think up while not paying attention in class)

We (or, at least, people who have been with me for awhile) all know that I have connections with too many people claiming the same name, especially Johns. To help clear up the who's who among Hannah's Johns, I offer all y'all this, to the tune of The Kids in the Hall's "Daves I Know":

These are the Johns I know, I know
These are the Johns I know.
These are the Johns I know, I know.
These are the Johns I know.

John Dieter, he once played my dad.
Those were the best one-act times that I've ever had.

These are the Johns I know, I know
These are the Johns I know.
These are the Johns I know, I know.
These are the Johns I know.

John Griesdeck was in my acting class.
He works at the Muny, a theatre surrounded by grass.

These are the Johns I know, I know
These are the Johns I know.
These are the Johns I know, I know.
These are the Johns I know.

Some of them are freshmen, but most are in my grade.
They all have their own hands, but they come from different moms.

These are the Johns I know, I know
These are the Johns I know.
These are the Johns I know, I know.
These are the Johns I know.

John Richardson, he lives just down the hall.
He taped me for a ling project, and has some quotes on the wall.

These are the Johns I know, I know
These are the Johns I know.
These are the Johns I know, I know.
These are the Johns I know.

John Weeks, I hardly see him.

These are the Johns I know, I know
These are the Johns I know.
These are the Johns I know, I know.
These are the Johns I know.

These are the Johns I know, I know
These are the Johns I know, I know.
These are the Johns!