I have an
unusual name.
I’m one of
those people who usually hesitates to give the barista at Starbucks my name. I
always have to tell them how to spell it and then the guy on the other end
never knows how to say it so they just call me out by my drink anyway. But in all sincerity I love my name.
It’s
Japanese, so when I tell people my name they give me a funny look and ask where
I’m from. Well, I am from Colorado and I’m a white Irish girl. Their next
question is usually something condescending like “Oh, I bet you like anime and
stuff, right?” I did, in high school. But my name has nothing to do with that. In fact, I changed my name when I was six
or seven years old. My grade school had a ton of people who have the same
name as me, so my teacher, who had lived in Japan for many years and spoke and
taught Japanese to us, gave me my current name. When I moved on to middle
school, I had the same problem. So I stayed with my name. It stuck.
I love my
name because it always gives me something to talk about with people.
Challenge to
my Readers:
Your name is
as unique as you are, even if you don’t think it is. Spend some time looking up
where your name comes from. Ask your parents why they gave you that name.
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