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| Image from LATimes.com Using Sandra Cisneros as your model—for length, approach, perspective, literary devices—write about your name. "My Name" is taken from The House on Mango Street. |
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| Image from LATimes.com Using Sandra Cisneros as your model—for length, approach, perspective, literary devices—write about your name. "My Name" is taken from The House on Mango Street. |
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When I was younger I used to hate my name. I wished that I could have a normal name like John or George. My mom almost named me George. Imagine that. I thought I was weird because I had a strange uncommon first name. I was and still remain the only person I know with my first name. But now looking back on it I am proud of my name. Due to my name being unique that makes me more unique as a person. The origins of my name are quite strange. David Crosby a famous singer and songwriter are where I get my name from. Yet I do not understand what about him made my parents choose to honor him with their firstborns name. Also, I am pretty certain that he is a pothead so I don't know what that says about me. People also struggle with my last name. They say it is hard to pronounce correctly. They pronounce it rice like the grain. And when they figure out how it is actually pronounced 9 times out of 10 they say oh like the candy Reeses. I find that ironic because I share a namesake with a candy that could kill me.
I really do not know much about my name. I do know that I was going to be named Henry after my grandfather, who apparently was a pretty cool dude. Some of the stories that I have been told, and there are quite a few, makes me wish I was named after him, after all, I am the only child that never to got to see him. Instead, my parents named me Caden to continue the alliteration of my brothers' names, Cody and Caleb. There are a few reasons why I absolutely despise my name. First, there are many ways to spell Caden: Kaden, Kayden, Cayden, Caiden, Caiden... One time at a Starbucks, they spelled my name Kaideyn, seven whole letters. Unbelievable. The frappuccino that I got there was not even that good either. Another reason is actually my parents themselves. With all three of us boys having the same first letter in our names, my parents will oftentimes call us Kid number 1, 2, or 3. It feels pretty demeaning. This would not happen if I was just named Henry, just saying. The last reason why I am close to hating the existence of my name is how popular it is. At one point in school, there were four Cadens in the same grade at the same school. All spelled the same way too! What is even worse than that, I was the least popular Caden. Meaning I would get used to the fact that when I heard "Caden!" yelled through the halls, I would not look. This sucks a lot when the person who called your name is actually a good friend or a teacher and you do not turn to see them. In high school, this problem is worse as there are plenty of other Cadens in other grades as well.
Looking at it now though, it would be kind of weird with the name Henry Lee Flier. I do not know much of my middle name. I believe at one point I asked my parents where they got it, I think it is from a baby name book somewhere. Along with the name Caden. As the third child, my name really was not given much thought. Cody, my oldest brother, shares his middle name with my grandpa Henry Evan Flier. My middle brother Caleb Garrett Flier shares his middle name with my dad. Me, what do I get, two names out of a baby name book. Thank you, mom and dad.
I have grown up with a variety of nicknames, many of them pointless and short-lived. My everyday name itself- Bella- is technically a nickname. My full name is Isabella Grace Stensrud. I like my name and I feel as though it fits my personality pretty well. My name is about as girly as they can come; it has origins in Hebrew, Italian, and Spanish. In Hebrew, it comes from the name "Elisheba" which means consecrated or pledged to god. In Italian and Spanish, the word Bella means beautiful, it has also been used as a royal name for centuries. When my mom named me Isabella, it was very unique. As time has gone on though the name has become much more common. I feel as though the nickname of Bella will eventually seem too childish for me to go by. I prefer for people to call me Bella over Isabella though because it is much shorter and easier. My middle name Grace is supposed to refer to the biblical reference of "divine grace". My mother picked my middle name and I like it. My sister, at a young age, for sure thought that my middle name should have been ringing, so that she could say "Is a bell a-ringing?" Seems pretty silly, but she was also six at the time so that explains it. My mom obviously did not go with this option because it was pretty ridiculous. My last name: Stensrud. My last name holds a lot of information about my family origin. From just looking at me, many would be able to tell that I am Scandinavian. More specifically though, I am Norwegian. My dad is pure Norwegian, while my mother is about 80%. This leaves me with a lot of Norwegian heritage on my dad's side of the family. Every holiday my cousins and I help my grandma make lefse. One of the greatest foods to ever exist in my opinion. I am grateful for my Norwegian heritage because it provides me with unique experiences like this. I'm not completely sure what I would change my name to if I could, but I would pick something fun and unique. Overall, I am proud of my name and think my parents did a pretty good job picking the right name for me.
Kaija sparked from Norwegian heritage but claimed from the acknowledgment of a classmate. Having family from Norway my parents wanted to find a Norwegian name and my dad went to high school with a girl named Kiah, they changed the spelling to make it more Norwegian and finalized my name. My name Kaija means pure, sweet girl, or precious daughter. When I was little, I loved my name but no one would ever be able to pronounce it right. This never bothered me. I knew my name was different and I could not expect people to say it right on their first try. My favorite part about my name was the 'j' although this was the reason it was hard to say, I loved drawing the curve at the bottom and often looping it around the bottom of my name just for fun.
I love having an uncommon name because it sets me aside and people often ask about where it came from and how my parents thought of the spelling. I never mind answering these questions because I enjoy talking to new people. My first name is very unique which gives my middle name a free pass to be quite common. I share my middle name with my grandmother which is Mae. Having this middle name makes me very proud because I love my grandmother and I am very happy that I get to carry her with me wherever I go and keep her legacy with me by having a shared name.
Whenever I go anywhere for hockey 4/5 announcers will not be able to say my name so I often have to go by Kai-ja in the hockey world. This does not anger me, it often makes me laugh due to the fact that I am not sure I have met any Kai-ja's in my life but that is okay.
In my life, I have only met one other person with the same name and spelling as me. Kaija Nitz, an alumnus from Brandon Valley. We went to the same church and enjoyed talking about all the times that our names got mispronounced. She was a runner and a very sweet person.
Although I often have to correct people I am very happy with my name because it makes me different from most people and I think it makes me more of a unique person.
Tori Ebright, such a simple name yet people seem to screw it up and misspell it. I have seen my name be spelled in a multitude of different ways, Tory, Tore, Torry (that's the most interesting way in my opinion), ect. My parents got my name idea from their friends in Ipswich, their daughter's name is Victoria but is shortened to Tori when anyone is really talking to her.
I find it interesting that people mess up the pronunciation and spelling of my last name. Announcers at sporting events would never get it right. They would pronounce it Eb-bright, Enwright, E-brit, and it is mind-boggling to me. If you really look at my last name all you see is an e before the word bright thus you get Ebright. It could be worse. I could have my mother's maiden last name, which is VanNingen, imagine all the pronunciation screw-ups with that last name.
I hated my name for a long time. I guess I found it annoying that it wasn't a nickname for anything like Victoria and nobody could really make a nickname out of it because it is a short name. My dad decided to start calling me Torabell one day and I do not entirely know why. My middle name is Lynn, so I do not entirely know where he got the bell from. Another friend of mine Isaiah decided to call me Toralynn, now this one I know is based on combining my first and middle name.
Not everything about my name is bad; for example, my name in Greek means conqueror and victory while my last name in Germanic means sharp and shining, this makes sense considering the last part of my name is literally the word bright.
My name is Aidan Swift. No, I am not related to Taylor Swift. Just about every time without fail someone will ask me if I am related to Taylor. I got the name Aidan from my mom. The spelling is always a struggle for people always spelling it Aiden. I think a spelling of Aedan would have been ten out of ten. When my parents had my sister Ashton, my mom told my dad he could name the next one that came along. In the end, my mother ended up naming me Aidan because she just really wanted a boy named Aidan. I can never complain about the name my mom gave me because without her I would be walking around with the name Gunther. A very german name from my dad's side, his favorite uncle to be exact. Gunther was a drummer for a band and a pretty cool guy I've been told. Even with the next boy in my family, they made a compromise by naming my brother, Gunner.
Why did I get the name Aidan I wonder, was there a meaning behind it? Probably not, my mom probably just thought it was a cute name and I'm ok with that. I did take to trusty google to find out the meaning behind my name. Aidan is an Irish female name that means fiery, good start. The name however originated even farther back to a Celtic sun god which gives Aidan the alternate meaning of "bringer of fire," now that is cool.
My middle name, Kayson, was also passed down to me from another uncle. Kayson was also in our family band but he was a singer. My mom has always believed that one has to be musically talented because of the number of people in our family bloodline with a musical background. We have yet to find out who it is.
My first name Aidan is nowhere near as interesting as my last name of Swift. No matter how much I talk about all of the backgrounds behind Aidan, Swift is the name that sticks to people. Much of my middle school and high school days I have been called by a number of names, Aidan being last on the list. All of my coaches call me Swift but that is nothing unusual for coaches to do. I have been called Taylor by the Jimmy Haynes of Van Alstyne, Texas for reasons you could guess about my famous cousin. My friends don't even call me Aidan. There are a lot of variations of the name Swift like Swifty, Swizzle, Tswift, and Swifter. It is sometimes strange when I am called by Aidan and a buddy of my mine even admitted he forgot my first name for a while.
Aidan Swift is a simple name but still unique with a lot behind it.
In my earliest years, my parents loved my name. They loved the name Nathan and they thought I would love it too. I do not think my name came from someone named Nathan, but it actually came from my parents because they loved the name. But strangely enough, I did not. When I was either three or four years old, my mom called my name for some reason that I do not remember. I walked up to my mom and I said, "You can either call me Nate, or you can call me Thomas, but no more Nathan!" The reason for Thomas was because of my love for Thomas the Train. To this day, I am only called Nathan when I am in big trouble. And sometimes when we are joking around, my parents will call me Thomas. But now that I am older and much more mature, I can be called Nathan by just about anyone and I am okay with it. Also, I have a few people that call me Nathaniel. I was never named Nathaniel, it actually adds three extra letters to my name. Recently my name was in the paper and they spelled my last name wrong and it is only four letters. L-E-A-R. I never knew Lear was that difficult to spell. They spelled it L-E-E-R. There are even some people who add a french-type accent to my last name so it is pronounced Lee-Air. I like this a lot and I might eventually legally add an accent on the A in my last name, so my last name sounds cooler.
My parents chose to name me Thaddeus. I don't know why they did this, but they did. My father's name was Andrew, and so was his father's. Andrew is my middle name. My name comes from the bible; Thaddeus was one of Jesus' 12 disciples. Thaddeus was originally a greek mane that means "heart" or "courageous heart". I am not the only one in my family with a slightly unusual name; I have 3 sisters names Eva, Grace, and Bethany. Eva is my twin sister and we are the two with the weird names. There has always been some confusion among other people when it came to saying my name. When people would ask me what my name was I would always say "Thaddeus", and they would be rather confused. My grandfather couldn't pronounce th with his thick German accent, so I was occasionally called "Tad". My unusual name has spawned a number of weird nicknames including "Thaddeus Maximus" "Daddeus" and "Thad to the bone". My name has always given me a level of separation from other people, and it is something that I kind of like. When I write my signature I always write it in quick cursive. Although it is not always entirely legible, people can always tell that it is mine because of the large wavy way I cross the "T" in my signature. My last name is German, and is unlike my first name in that it can be occasionally seen in South Dakota. There have been Malsams in South Dakota since the late 1800s. Interestingly there are two groups of Malsams that started from the same person. At some time one side of the family changed the spelling form "Malsam" to "Malsom". Also, each side of the family insists that there spelling is right.
The name Brielle means "God is my strength." I never really knew what my name meant until today and I am realizing that that is a very prevalent statement. I have always lived my life as a strong independent woman. I constantly remind myself that my strength comes from the Lord and now I know that literally, that is what my name means. Growing up I hated my name, it was different and I did not know any other girls named Brielle. I wanted to be called Gabrielle because I thought that sounded better than just Brielle. I would tell other kids that my name is Gabrielle, I find it so funny that I disliked my name that much. Now that I am older I have learned to appreciate my name and the uniqueness it has. Having a unique name makes me a unique woman.
My name and my personality have established many nicknames for myself! The first part of my name is a type of cheese, Brie you have probably heard of it. As a little girl growing up my family would always joke around with me and call me Brie. They thought it was funny calling me cheese. Once my brother Sam came around my mom saw my personality start to develop. She realized that I was very strong-willed and I wanted things my way. My mother then came up with the nickname "Big O Mama." I absolutely hated this nickname as a kid, but it has stuck with me ever since. I have always been called "B," or "B-dawg" by many of my friends. My initials are BCD and are in ABC order which I think is kind of fun. Over the years I have grown to like my name and appreciate the meaning and uniqueness. So thank you, mom!
I have been always called my middle name, Luke, since the days I can earliest remember. I have liked going by my middle name for a multitude of reasons. I like the name Luke due to its catchiness and short articulation. You can yell it and get it out quickly which comes in handy when playing sports or nerf guns. However, around the age of seven, I went through a phase where I wanted to be called by my first name, which is also my dad's name, Jeffrey. For some odd reason, whenever I heard Jeffrey at that age, I envisioned myself tall and sturdy, the definition of a real man. I liked the respect that sounded as it came out of people's mouths. Almost as if I dared them to say my middle name, that they should be apprehended by me, the real man seven years of age. I saw myself in a suit with a little, shiny nametag that just gleamed Jeffrey. That phase of wanting to be called my first name has long passed and I am quite content with the name Luke. I was named that due to its biblical significance and my parents really liked that name. Although you cannot make a lot of nicknames out of it, I do believe that it is very fitting for me. You can get my attention quickly by saying it, and I genuinely like the name itself.
The name Luke comes from the Bible. My mother wanted it that way. My dad wanted it that way. I have not ever had an issue with it. Of course, I always hear from people "Luke, I am your father". They are imitating Darth Vader. It was a little cool when I was younger but now it can sometimes get annoying when I hear it too often. However, I do love star wars, even if I was not a fan of the newest ones to come out. I was almost named Wyatt. I am so glad that I am not Wyatt. I cannot stand that name. I have only met a few people named Wyatt in my life and I have not gotten along with them very well.
My middle name is Allen. I am not a fan of it. It seems like an old and outdated name. But it was pretty cool watching Jared Allen play for the Vikings when he had my middle name on his jersey. However, I have come to appreciate my middle name even if I do not like it because it is the same middle name as my grandfather. So I accept my middle name.
My last name is Wickersham. My last name has Scandanavian decent. We looked this up and it seems to come from the Vikings. This is incredibly ironic as I am a fan of the Minnesota Vikings. I really do like my last name. It appears hard to spell at first, but it is actually really easy to spell when you sound it out. It is often shortened to the nickname of either Wick or Wicky. I sort of inherited this from my brother and at first, it felt weird and stolen. However, I slowly began to embrace it. Now I claim it as my own. If I had to choose, I prefer being called this nickname over anything else.
I think my favorite part about my name is the full initials—LAW—because it spells something. Not many people have full initials that spell something and I think it is really cool that mine does.
Over the years, I have wondered how people can seem to mix up the spelling of common names. Carson is common, yet I have seen people name their kids Karson, Karsyn, even Karsen. While these different spellings are unique, it still bewilders me. I do not know why I am named Carson. I assume it is just because my parents liked the name. If I was a girl I would have been named Kennedy. So, I guess my parents like common names since my brother's names are Logan and Riley. I do not believe my name has any special meaning, like some of my peers, but that is okay. My middle name is Steven. My dad's name is Steven as well, so I am assuming that I was named after my father. I do not believe that there is a family tradition with middle names. Lastly, my last name is Johnke. An extremely german name that ties perfectly into my heritage as being German and Irish. My initials are CSJ, and while they are not super unique I think that they are okay. I would not want to change my name because I like the way it sounds and I do not truly care if I have a unique name or not.
I am not quite sure why my parents have named me Joey. One thing I do know is they were debating between Joey and Jesse. My dad wanted my name to be Jesse because he loved the famous American outlaw Jesse James, yeah the one that robs banks and trains. I guess it is a good idea to name someone after a bank robber. Either way, my mom wants to be able to call me JJ for my first and middle name initial. She often would say JJ the jet plane. Which for some reason when I was little I absolutely hated it and did not want her to call me that. Still, to this day my mom will occasionally call me JJ. But throughout the years I have been called a lot of names. Quite a few people will call me Joe or Joseph. Even when my mom is very mad at me she will call me Joseph, which I don't get. Like why not just name me Joseph then call me Joey for short. I always get asked if my full name is Joseph and people are always surprised when I say nope it's just Joey. Some of my friends call me J and Jackson Hilton calls J2 because of my football number. At football practice, Joe Kolbeck and I were both safeties. So a lot of times coaches would be yelling Joe but we had no idea which one they were talking to because they would both call us Joe sometimes.
My name is Kim Matthew Hoff III. I go by Matt which means "Gift of God" which is almost ironic seeing as I started trying religion only about 5 months ago. I have always loved that name. It is short, simple and nobody gets the spelling wrong. I have gone by Matt for the vast majority of my life. It avoided confusion at home, with my dad having the same name, and it avoided bullying at school. Matt started out as a nickname that I originally hated. I could not stand it and only wanted to be called Matthew. But things change. My father and my grandfather passed down the name and I plan to do the same in the future.
I oftentimes am told that I go by Matt because of my great grandfather. His name was Matthias and I even sometimes get called that by my extended family as a joke. I never met the guy, but I was told that he would've loved me and vice versa.
The passing down of the name almost ended with my father. They wanted to call me Chance after a family friend. He was perhaps more excited about me than my own parents. I wish I would've been able to meet the guy.
I always thought I was named after Dave Matthews when I was young. It did not, for some reason, click in my mind as to why I was called what I was called. I never felt that he made good music, so I'm okay with being named after my father.
My initials are KMH III. I think that looks great and I have always loved them.
I was given the name Hunter. The only bit of information my parents ever told me was my dad happened to be a huge Minnesota Twins fan. One of his favorite players around the time I was born was Torii Hunter. He just really enjoyed watching Torii play and decided to name me after him. Side note, we actually got to go meet him at target field in 2013, though he played for the Los Angeles Angels at the time. My Lastname is an interesting one. Anderson is not the most common name out there but it sure isn't common. When I was younger I never understood why people would always ask me how it was spelled. "Sorry, was that with an -sen or an -son?" I just never understood, so I asked my dad one day and he told me that our Lastname was actually Andersen to begin with but when our family moved from the Norwegian-Danish area, they changed it to Anderson to fit more in with American names. My middle name, or so I say two middle names is something unique that I always found interesting. It was after both of my grandpa's on both my mom's side and dad's side. This would lead my initials to be Hunter Ernest Ray Anderson or HERA which happens to be the queen of the gods. This was always something cool to me as a kid but also was a pain whenever I had to fill out any documents, as there were never two slots for middle names—making me have to pick which one I liked better.
My name seemed to be very common growing up, as it was the most common baby girl's name for some time. This caused me to be called Emma H for the most part of my schooling due to the other Emmas. My parents didn't have a great reasoning behind my name, other than my mom got the inspiration from the show Friends, which I have not yet watched... When I was born there were actually two names my parents had in mind. Emma or Reese. My Grandpa actually was the one who got to pick my name between the two. He ended up picking the right choice because it goes pretty good with my middle name, which is Jo. My first and middle names flow pretty well together. It is simple and short, which I enjoy. My mom's middle name is Jo, so that is about the only part of my name in which it actually means anything. Haas, on the other hand, is quite German I believe and is sometimes pronounced differently depending on how you say the last part. Sometimes it is pronounced like Haas or Haaz and the occasional Haase. To be completely honest I say Haaz and have always, but who knows if it Haas or Haaz lol.
My name is exactly six letters long. One letter for each color of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Anytime I had to write my name from Kindergarten to third grade, it was done so in the colors of the rainbow. My middle name is exactly six letters too. Only last my name is different, with five letters. But the Moodys are of strong English blood. Our great ancestor saved King Henry VIII from a mud pool. My name is evidence of love. Me being the firstborn, my dad was so proud, so amazed at me, and so in love, that he told my mom that she could name me whatever she wanted. And so I was named Kaylie Alyssa. Kaylie means pure and Alyssa means noble. However, my name would be the last so easily agreed upon. My sister, Ella, is the combination of two names. My dad wanted Emma; my mom, Ellie. My brother, Trevor, was almost named Darien Paul to follow my dad’s initials: DPM. Paul is the middle name of my father, two of my uncles, and my grandfather. But now he is Trevor David. As a child, he used to think his name was Trevor David Paul Moody until we clarified that he has no Paul in his name. I love the way my name is spelled. It’s a reflection of me. The only thing I don’t like is that nobody else thinks of this way to spell it. I’ve seen many variations of my name. Kaylee, Kaelie, Kayleigh, Kaley. But I like Kaylie.
My name is not very unique, but it isn't super common either. I know a few other Alexanders, but I am the only one out of them that removes the first three letters and goes by Xander. I so rarely have been called anything else that some people are unaware of what my full first name actually is. This is probably because my parents wanted to name me Xander originally. They decided on this name but also gave me a longer one so that I would have options if I decided that Xander was too childish. Interestingly enough, they still wanted to spell it with an "X" even before it was Alexander. They did the same thing with my brother. His name is Zachariah but he goes strictly by Zach. A lot of people assume he is Zack, short for Zackary, but he despises this assumption. I am slightly better off than him because I can go by Xander, Alex, or Alexander while he only gets Zach and Zachariah, which sounds a bit lengthy and pompous in my opinion. Our parents did a lot of things similarly between our names, even giving them the same amount of letters. If either of us were a girl, our mother would have named us Helena Grace Hentschel, but my dad was in charge of naming the boys (with my mom's approval of course).
My middle name is my father's first name and confuses quite a few people. The name in question is "Tyrone." I feel that I must clarify that he isn't of African descent each time I tell someone, even though our family is quite German and white as snow. He goes by Ty, though, which is a much more common name around these parts. My brother also inherited his middle name, but it is from our grandpa. In my opinion, he drew the short straw on this one. His middle name is Alfred. It was almost Wolfgang, which is also a family name of ours that currently only belongs to my Uncle.
I actually like my last name more than the others. You can instantly tell where it originated because of the five consonants in a row. It has the same amount of letters as my first name but has half the syllables. Hentschel is also a name that appears in history, but the tale is quite melancholy. In World War II, stories of Hentschel working for the Nazis can be found. My own great grandfather was part of this evil army but managed to escape to the U.S. after deserting his comrades and burying his uniform. He got back to his family in what was then Neißa, Germany (currently Nysa, Poland) and they all managed to get safely to the United States.
My name is nothing special, Aaron. Yes, I do wish that I was given a cooler name, something more exotic perhaps, but Aaron is alright. Growing up I would watch people write my name with a cursive "A" in the front, this would bother me. I liked the first "A" in my name to be what I presumed as normal, the style where you can color in the top space and make it into a weird-looking mountain, a cool house, or maybe a rocket ship. The first time I met someone with my name goes way back to when I was younger, to one of my first ever memories. I was at Fry 'N Pan and my waiters' name was Aaron, this was the coolest thing to me at about four years of age because I had never met someone named Aaron before. After this encounter, I went years without personally meeting another Aaron. The only real confusion with my name is whether it is spelled Aaron or Erin, Erin is typically the girl version of the name but I suppose it is possible for a guy to be named with this spelling. When I was in kindergarten there was a 5th grade girl named Erin which my kindergarten self thought was the coolest thing ever when they came to read to us. Once I hit middle school and the youtube video "Substitute Teacher" by Key and Peele started to go viral ths is what started the trend of calling me A-A-Ron. To put it simply being called this is far from my favorite thing, it is rather annoying.
Aaron has no origin or meaning to my parents, it is simply my initials that matter. AEH. My grandma Allen Eugen House was given his initials my his father who was given his by his father before him. Allen had two sons, Dale Allen House and Alvin Edward House. Alvin had no kids of his own so that left it up to my dad to pass on these initials so that is where my middle name, Elijah, comes from. Aaron Elijah House, these words are all in the Bible which I thought was really cool when I was growing up. I remember one time at Vacation Bible School in the summer at my church I was apart of a skit about the bible and I played Aaron, brother of Moses. I switched roles with my friend to gain this role.
My name is Rachel, but it wasn't always supposed to be. I was a surprise to my parents. It wasn't the fact that I was being born that surprised them, it was the fact that I was a girl. I was the firstborn grandchild to my grandparents. I can now picture the ecstatic manner that they most likely got the house ready with. They made room for a baby to sleep in, a stroller, a high chair. They didn't miss a thing. The same thing went for my parents.
In this time of excitement and preparation, my parents made the decision to keep the gender a surprise. Although nobody really knew what I was, my grandpa was adamant. I was a boy. No question. There was no proof of this claim that my grandpa had made; however, he had mentioned it enough to where everybody had expected it. My aunts, uncles, grandparents, and even parents were convinced. A boy's name was picked out: Evan.
The day I was born was a shock to my whole family. To give some credit to my parents, they were prepared. They had been debating between the girl names "Rachel" and "Isabella". Now that I've grown, the name Isabella wouldn't fit. The name Rachel isn't very common today, but it characterizes me in a way that makes sense.
My middle name, Emily, is something that people are always intrigued by. One of my closest friends happens to be named Emily. Ironically, she's my cousin. Even more ironically, she was born the day after me. The amount of times I've gotten the question "Is Emily's middle name Rachel?" is quite honestly astounding. In case you were wondering, the answer is no. No, it is not.
I like my name. I've met only a few with the same one. The only thing that would make it better is if Emily's middle name was Rachel.
Carson means "the son of a marsh dweller." This definition makes me feel like I am the son of Shrek or some sort of ogre. This is what I believed my entire childhood but really it can just mean that I am the son of someone who lives next to a body of water. I love my name because it fits my personality. It isn't super common so I can never find my name on keychains or those souvenir cups that people get at Disney World. I always tried finding my name on them but it just never shows up. My nicknames are "Care Bear" "Barson" "Carsi B" and simply "Cars." I never really liked any of these except "Cars" because it's simple and isn't embarrassing.
When my mom was in the hospital, there was a painting outside of her birthing room. The artist's name was Carson something. They knew it was a sign and decided to name me after it. My middle name is Reu which is my mom's maiden name. I have no idea why I inherited the name but I think its very unique and cool. My initials are CRB which is similar to the word "curb." I am very thankful that never became a nickname.
Everybody thinks that my name is really ironic. Hunter. A person who hunts. Yes, I do hunt, along with my dad, my grandpa, my great-grandpa, and so on. Immediately everybody assumes, "Oh your name is Hunter because your family likes hunting." While this may be the real reason, my parents claim this to not be true. They say my name came from a kid that my parents taught in Sunday school. They say this kid was smart and well-behaved and were probably hoping I'd turn out the same. My parents waited until I was born to figure out if I was a boy or a girl, therefore, if I was born a girl my name would be Olivia. I think this is kind of interesting and my parents didn't really have a real reason for that name, they just thought it sounded cool. My middle name, Michael, is my uncle's name. My uncle is my mom's only sibling and his name kind of fits well with my name. It was probably an easy decision because my dad only has sisters and I don't think Stacy, Diane, or Karla would work well in my name. My last name, Nipp, is unique. I have never met anyone online or in-person that had my last name who I'm not related to. When we try to trace back our name it just appears once my ancestors moved over to the United States. We think that maybe our name got shortened or misread or just goofed up as it went through the process of immigrating to the US. My dad's side of the family is nearly 100% german, yet the name Nipp really doesn't hold a german aspect to it. Nevertheless, my name is definitely unique and I enjoy it.
The crinkly old piece of scratch paper stashed away in my baby book lists my potential names. The shortlist was composed of Grace and Carol. The connotation of Grace implies a sort of elegance and poise that I do not possess, so I am thankful this name didn't make the cut, though a bearable title. When I saw the name Carol on the list I was astonished. In no way were my parents about to name me that, for I associated the name with my aging aunt. There is no harm or offense in the name, but I think anyone can agree that I don't give off Carol energy. The name Julia never made the list and was rather concocted in my father's mind. If it's because of a slight infatuation with Julia Roberts, he won't say. Adopting the name was easy. Whether going by Julio in grade school or Jules everywhere else, I am satisfied. The familiarity of the name is just enough so people know how to pronounce and spell it, but you won't walk down the street with the same name as every other woman you come across. My only dilemma with the name has been the common misspelling and pronunciation of Julie. Yes, I understand it's easy to slip up on one letter and they do look alike. However, it is an entirely different name and leads to many not actually knowing my name. Ultimately I am pleased with my name, as it isn't too common yet not too rare.
Kaleesta. I have never met another person with a name such as mine. I do not believe anyone else has either. Many have wondered how I was able to obtain such a unique name. My parents were considering the name Callisto, but they felt it was too harsh and masculine for their baby girl. One day, as my father was driving to work, the name Kaleesta popped into his head. My mom absolutely loved it and they decided to bestow me the title. This is why no one has heard someone with the name Kaleesta before. It is completely made up. A random thought caught in one's mind. I have no nicknames, which doesn't make it any easier on people. My name is commonly mispronounced as people are accustomed to the name Kalista. This is totally understandable. In fact, they are very similar names. I have always wondered why my parents didn't name me Kalista. As a child, I wanted to change my name to Kalista so that my peers and teachers would pronounce it correctly. However, now I believe that the name suits me well; it's unique and interesting. My middle name, Rose, comes from my great-grandmother, Rosie. I sometimes find it odd that my first name is so different, while my middle name is very common. My grandmother's middle name and my mother's middle name are Rose, so I continue the legacy. I will most likely carry on this tradition as I have kids of my own someday.
Growing up I always loved my name, but never really was given a reason for why it was chosen. When my curiosity had finally got the best of me I asked my parents why I was given the name Kylie Sophia Birath. I found out that they wanted to name me Ella after my great grandmother Mardella, but my great grandmother hated her name and didn’t want someone else to have to go through that hatred either. So, from here it was back to the drawing boards for my parents. Randomly, my parents came across it and fell in love. Kylie means graceful and beautiful. I got the middle name Sophia after my great, great grandmother. I love my name because it is unique and I have never really had to worry about someone else in my classes having the same one. I never really have many nicknames besides Ky growing up, but now almost all my friends now call me Kylie B. I’m not too sure why I guess people just think it sounds cool.
In all 17 of my years, I have not liked the name Elizabeth. There are many nicknames for Elizabeth: Liz, Lizzy, Beth, and uncommonly, Ellie. Ellie is okay, except when I get called Eli or when people spell it Elli or Elie. Some of my friends call me El—which is two cycles of nicknames, Elizabeth to Ellie and then Ellie to El— although it is not much shorter than Ellie. Many of my family members call me El-belle, not my favorite thing ever, but it could be worse.
My parents picked Elizabeth for me simply because it is a biblical name. My brothers, Noah and Caleb, for the same reason. My middle name is biblical, as well. Grace. Extremely common. If you look up the most common middle names for girls, there's Grace, third on the list.
Many people think my name is Ellie and not Elizabeth because I do not let people call me Elizabeth. In soccer, I was Ellie 1, and the other Ellie on my team was Ellie 2. You might be wondering why they did not just call me Ellie S. Well, that would be because Ellie 2's last name also started with an S.
My last name, Surprenant, means surprising in French. I am not sure if I live up to that, but it is my name nonetheless. I think it is a pretty cool name until I have to tell people how to pronounce it multiple times, and when they still tend to get it wrong, I just let them say it however they want. I have heard every pronunciation that could come out of Surprenant. Someone even said serpent once. But I am not a snake.
Some people shorten my last name, too. Like in gym class, in seventh grade, I was Little Surp (my older brother was Surp in that class two years prior).
My parents always say how lucky they were to have me. The first born child. From the moment my mother found out she was pregnant, she knew two things: I was a girl, and my name would be Alexis Sue. I guess her motherly intuition was as strong as an ox because she was correct about both things. I have asked my parents, “Why the name Alexis?” before and my mom always tells me she does not know why she picked the name Alexis, but as soon as she found out she was going to have a baby, she knew it would be named Alexis. I often think that perhaps my name was destined, as it just seemed to appear in my mothers mind like a small wind gust. Alexis is often associated with meaning, “Defender or protector of mankind” I hope that I can live up and fulfill that definition. My middle name, Sue, actually has reasoning. My mothers middle name is also Sue, so she named her firstborn daughter Sue. I intend to do the same. I like that both my first and last name have exactly 6 letters, it satisfies my perfectionism. I like my name, I see no reason not to.
My name is Ayden. Not Aiden or Aidan, but Ayden. I was born at a point in time when Ayden was a highly popular name for children. As I have grown up I have met many different Ayden's, but no one has ever been spelled the same as mine. I have not had very many nicknames throughout my life, but there are two distinct ones that come to mind. Near the start of high school, a friend decided they wanted to make my name shorter. They took out the "e" and the "n" and added an "s". Ayds. Pronounced like the Aids, the life-threatening disease. Sometimes it would be spelled like Ayds, but some people thought it was funnier if it were Aids. I did not think it was that funny, but I can't ask them to stop otherwise they are going to do it more. My last name is Murray, which opposes my first name's uniqueness. I have actually met only a handful of other Murray's beside my family of course. However, there are a lot of famous people with the last name Murray. Demarco Murray, who I enjoyed when I was young because he was the running back of my favorite football team, the Dallas Cowboys. Andy Murray is a famous tennis player that has caught my attention due to my interest in tennis. I have been called just Murray by some people instead of my first name, but a common nickname when I was younger was Murr. Once again, just trying to shorten my name into one syllable and calling it good. Murray is of a Gaelic-Scottish origin and means Lord and Master. My name is very important to me and I love it.
Austin, which came from the Old French and Latin names Agustin, Aostin, Augustin, and Augustine. It means great or magnificent, so I am ok with that. And this name was given to me for none of those reasons. My mom simply just liked the name, so then my name was Austin. I don't typically have many problems with my first name being mispronounced because I typically do not get called by my first name. But there was one time that someone in our class, Alex, spelled my name Austiono. Which he then called me for a while, which was funny. My middle name, Carter, was originally going to be my first name. My mom couldn't decide whether I would be Austin Carter Vigants or Carter Austin Vigants. But my mom was a big fan of Chris Carter—a Hall of Fame football player who played for the Minnesota Vikings. He was once a drug addict, but then got sober and became a great football player. I hope that I never use drugs like he once did. My last name, Vigants, otherwise my first name outside of the home. Since my last name is so rare in South Dakota I am simply called by it or variations of it. It is from Latvia where Latvian last names always end with the letter S(Like kristoff porzingis). I have been called by different names in variations of my last name Like: Vigants, Viggy, Vigs, Vigo the Destroyer (Coach C), Vigantes and many more that I cannot remember.
I do not know too much about my name. When I was a child I loved my name especially since a character from Star Wars had almost the same name. Many people with the name Landon spell it with an en instead of an on. I also liked the name Landon because of the soccer player Landon Donovan and when I was a child I loved soccer so much that I wanted to grow up and play in college someday. My last name is another thing I like about my name because of how many times pronounce it wrong. It sounds like you should be saying coacher when saying Kocer but I have heard it many different times when awards are called or calling on my name such as saying it like Kosir or Kocker. My middle name I do not mind because it is after my uncle John. I only ever saw John during Christmas, but as a child, I thought it was so cool that my middle name was the same as his first and never put much thought into why it was like that. If I had a chance to change my name I believe that I would not change my name because I am used to Landon and I do not hate anything about that name.
My name doesn't really have any special meaning. In ancient Greek, it means "victory of the people." That comes from the Greek god Nike who was the goddess of victory. As for my middle name I again do not know very much about it. It has sort of an interesting origin because it is my birth last name. I am adopted from South Korea so I don't know if it's a random name and last name or if it's the name of my birth parents. I guess I'll never know. Interesting how that works. It's Baik if you were wondering. I looked it up one time and it apparently is a common surname. It means white in Korean. So I would have a similar name to the teacher Mr. White. My last name is of German descent. I like my name and would not change it
My name has Irish origins and roughly translates out to lover of wolves. This is remarkably odd considering neither of my parents ever really seemed to have a significant obsession with wolves. Maybe it was because my great grandmother came from Ireland. I've met a few people with my name but I have never seen any with the same spelling. For most people it is ConnER but mine is ConnOR. That leads to the question of should my name be pronounced as if it had an ER or an OR. My parents say both so I really am never sure of which one is should be. I will say that only my family has ever pronounced it like it was written. My last name is a whole other mess. It has Prussian roots and is from the cossack people. Most people spell it wrong when I say it to them and put a ck at the end instead of just a k. I have had very few people ever pronounce it right on their first try. That has never really bothered me being as it is not an English name. I have never been embarrassed by my name and I have never really thought of changing it.
I do not know much about my name. It is said to have developed from the Welsh male name Kendrick which is derived from the surname Cynwrig. Cynwring comes from the Celts meaning 'wise ruler' or 'high hill.' Another theory is that it was derived from the Olde English personal name Cēnerīc—cēne meaning keen and rīc meaning power. The last theory is that it was just a combination of the names Kenneth and Sandra. I always feel that my name is easy to drag out. My friends have been known to say Kendraaaaa while trying to get my attention. When I was younger, I was not a just fan of my middle name. It was different from everyone else's and it just did not seem to fit. As I have grown older, I have learned to really like it as it is a piece from my mom and my dad. My last name, Wannarka, I used to loathe. I hated being at the back of the line in elementary school when we were told to lineup because all my friends had last names higher in the alphabet. I have had many nicknames in the course of my life: Ken, Kendowg, Kenny. I respond to pretty much everything so none of them sincerely bother me to any degree. Ken is one that I hold dear to my heart because the only person that calls me that is my friend that I have known since diapers. When my parents had me, they only had one choice for a girl and one choice for a boy. If I was born a boy my name would be Tyrese or Ty for short. He was part of Duke basketball. My dad is a big fan of the team. My middle name if I were a boy would be Dwayne. The name was actually my grandfathers on my dad's side that I never got to meet. It would have been cool to have his name because I heard he was a hard-working man but at the same time a loving one.
Jesus has always been a big part of my family's lives. Church every Sunday, pray before bed and before every meal. It was not very surprising when my parents told me that I was named after the biblical character Noah. I was not the only one either. My brother was also named after the biblical character Izak, though it was spelt a little different (Isaac). My younger brother Lucas is close to one of the disciples, Luke. Last but not least, my younger sister Eva (Eve). I think about what it would be like with a different name all the time. My parents told me that if I were born a girl then I would have been named Abigail. This did not really faze me because Abigail is a nice name and sounds very nice. I like my name though. I remember when I was a little kid my mom would always show me pictures of Noah's ark and I would say "That's my ark mommy!" My middle name also has some significants. Frederick means peaceful ruler and originated from central Europe. It was my grandpa's middle name and also my dad's middle name.
There is power in a name as it rolls off one’s tongue. Power to praise. Power to scold. Power to entice and enthrall. As a child, I feared my name. Annaliese. My name never rolls off teacher’s tongues correctly, but out of fear, I never corrected them. As with many people, my name holds history and meaning besides the simple flow of the syllables. A blending of cultures and heritage that tells of my ancestors. The Germans, Dutch, and Nordic all speak Anneliese as a title meaning beauty and grace under God. In Latin, Annaliese means “graced with God’s bounty” as if my title portends my future. The Scandinavians would see my name as a combination of Anne (meaning gracious and full of grace) and Liese (meaning “God is my oath”). As a descendant of all these cultures, my parents combined the cultural spellings and pronunciations to give birth to a name that suited the child. My great-grandmother was named Anna; my mother’s best friend, Annalise. To honor my great-grandmother, I carry her name with pride. To avoid the weight of bearing such a pride-filled name, my parents extended it to include my ancestry. Though a beautiful, graceful name that elegantly rolls off one’s tongue, I spent childhood responded to names that weren’t my own. “Annie!” called my friends. “Nana” called my brother. “Lisa” called my teacher. I despised the christening of a name that wasn’t my own for other people’s convenience; I am proud of my name and the history it carries, yet was too scared to correct them. With age, my name has sat on people’s tongues—I have learned to leave people remembering my name and who I am. My name is unique, different, memorable. It carries a history that extends beyond myself. There is power in my name, Annaliese. A power to conquer and redefine. A power to succeed. A power to impact people in a positive way that leaves their mind’s repeating my name.
In Latin, my name means to be like a bird. In Hebrew it means life. In the Bible, Ava is a variation of Eve. But while Eve means to live, Ava means iniquity. Iniquity means gross injustice, wickedness, and sin. It is in essence like Eve, alive and free like a bird, but Ava was drawn from Eve’s worst attributes rather than her best. She was the first sinner after all.
My mother did not know the meaning of my name when she gave it. She was too focused on convincing my father Chevrolet was not a good name. Now knowing the connotation, she does not like it. However, she still holds firm to it being better than Chevrolet. I would have to agree.
My name is short and simple. It is a palindrome. It made leaving the kindergarten classroom easy at the end of the day. We always had to spell our name backward to earn our freedom. I was always first out the door.
thought of how it came to be. In elementary school, I remember my first-grade teacher always called me Ty because of the two other Tyler’s in my class. It fit, short and to the point. Ty was adopted over time by my basketball coach who to the day will never call me Tyler. Unless he’s pissed. If he calls me Tyler I know instantly that I did something wrong. My Middle name is James. I got my father’s nickname as he was initially named Jaime. He’s always gone by James so when I popped out it was decided James was my middle name. I do not remember what my other name options would have been, but I’m kind of interested to know what I could’ve been. I’ve heard many different nicknames through the years, from T-Dubs to Tman, and even having been T-Tubby at a time, normally only having been called this by friends. I’ve looked up the meaning of my name before, It came out like something from old England meaning “maker of tiles”, not too impressed by that.
I do not know much about my name except for the fact that I do not like it all that much. The name Tate is obviously only four letters and has no flow which makes it seem like a boring name. Although, I do believe my name is unique because growing up I did not know a single person named Tate but as time has gone on I know of a couple people named Tate. Deriving from the Norse people, Tate means cheerful and joy.
My middle name, Allan, was chosen because of my father, which also has his middle name as Allan. Biblically, Allan is a symbol of harmony, nobleness, and being handsome.
As for my last name, Johnson, it is the second most common last name in the United States behind Smith. The name itself is a patronym of the given name John, literally meaning "son of John". Coming with different spelling my last name is derived from the name John, John comes from the Hebrew name "Yochanan", meaning-God has favoured me. I like my last name but wish it was a bit more uncommon because I just feel like so many people have the same last name.
I always had mixed feelings about my name. Luke is a dime-a-dozen name. I always had to add "F" to the end of it to distinguish myself. Many people also called me Lucas, which for no particular reason. The easy reference to Star Wars also was a constant mockery for me when I was younger. Luke also had me associated with being lucky.
Then there is Ronald. My middle name is taken from my grandfather's first. As a child, I saw it as being akin to a certain clown, so I did not often share it.
Finally, there is Feeken. It is a simple name (half of it is "e"). Many other names are similar to it: Feken or Fiagan. It is also close to the work freak or frick. The times I have had to correct people that it isn't "Freeken."
My name, Emily Grace, is almost an oxymoron. Emily means rival, hardworking, and industrious while Grace means gracious. I don't ever remember a time where I did not like my name; I only remember a time where I was sad because I didn't have a nickname. During the late elementary school years, one way of showing friendship was to have nicknames for your best friend. As the years have gone on, my closest friends call me "em" or "ems" which I take pride in. Them calling me this makes me feel much closer to them and almost important; this is a small thing that I really enjoy.
When I was born, my parents had a hard time deciding whether my name was going to be Emma or Emily, both very similar. Coming to the hospital, they had finally decided on a name: Emily. Knowing that my cousin had just been born the day before, my parents thought that she was going to be a boy so they did not worry about the similarity in names. After I came out, I was named Emily Grace, and my cousin was named Rachel Emily.
Now, I go around gathering even more nicknames including my last name. Pugachi was given to me by Mr. Stadem. This has been a running joke for two years now and some of my friends have also caught on to this.
My name is Abbey. No, my real name is not Abigail so please do not call me that. I got my name from my mom. She has wanted a daughter named Abbey since she was very young and she wanted it to be just Abbey and spelled no other way. She thought the spelling would make me stand out more than the million other Abbey’s. When I was younger I hated my name since there are so many other “Abbey’s” in my grade. On the upside though, nobody spells it the same way I do. As I got older I realized that I did not care if my name was Abbey. The name Abbey actually means Nunnery. This being a building or group in which nuns live as a religious community. I remember as a kid I went on the internet and looked up images of my name. My screen was filled with a variety of pictures of massive and beautiful monasteries. For some reason as a kid I told myself I looked beautiful because the Abbey church was beautiful. I do not have many nicknames but since I was very young my mom called me munchkin because I am short and loved the movie Wizard of Oz. I used to think that my middle name was an old lady name. Then I learned that Lynn is my grandma's first name, and my mom and other grandma’s middle name. So I think my future daughter or daughter's middle name is Lynn.
I was named a little ironically, my parents decided to name me Jacob because, well, they had never met a Jacob. Because you would not give your child the name of someone you hated because your kid would remind you of them but you also do not want the name of someone close to you or that you know because then they would get mixed up. So my parents named me Jacob, and that same year I was born(2003) Jacob was the most popular boy's name across the country which is a little ironic but that could just be me. My first name also has biblical ties which also played into my naming.
My middle names however have a little more meaning and sentimental value besides just being a name my parents had never encountered. My first middle name is David which has biblical ties which is one reason for sure. But also I share my middle name with my dad. He has the same middle name which is another reason for it to be David. The Last reason really that David was chosen was because my mother had an uncle David who she liked so that also played a role in my first middle name being David.
My second Middle Name is James which again is tied to the bible which is explained in the fact that my parents are both Christians. There is however one more important reason for this, and that is my dad’s grandpa was named Jim which is short for James. Now my dad absolutely loved this grandpa and he spent a lot of time with this grandpa which is why this name was given to me. Meant to give memory to his grandfather who passed away just shortly before I was born.
My last name Jorgenson is very Scandinavian, if it ended with an -EN it would be Danish instead of Scandinavian. This means Son of Jorgen and usually if you mean someone with a different spelling you will make the claim, your name is spelled wrong, mostly as a joke. However, I am Scandinavian and not Danish but I think -ON is better than -EN but that’s just me.
My name, Madeleine, finds its origins in the Bible. It comes from the woman "Mary Magdalene". Also, my way of spelling my name is considered the French way of spelling it. When I was younger, I never went by my full name, "Madeleine". To me, it was way too long, so it was shortened to "Mads". I didn't pick it myself, my dad did. He did it jokingly when I was a baby, because "I was mad all the time" (aka, screaming and crying a lot) or something like that. My dad also jokingly said I should have been named "Enigma", which means something that is mysterious or puzzling. Personally, I think that name would have suited me since I am kind of weird and hard to understand at times. I changed to using my full name in middle school when I got this one teacher who was angry that I did not write my full name on homework assignments. I still respond to "Mads" though, along with "Maddie" and "Madeleine", I do not really care which one people call me. I still like my name, especially when no one knows how to spell it the first time.
Madeleine Pearce
When I was born, my parents didn’t have a name picked out for me. I had “girl Risty” written on my wristband. My parents made a list of names before I was born and before they knew if I was going to be a girl or a boy. The list contained both male and female names. There were about 7 of each gender. If I was a boy, my name most likely would have been Carson. If I was a girl, my parents couldn’t decide if they liked Alayna or Emerson better. In the end, they chose Ericka. I liked to ask my mom why my name is spelled with both a C and a K. She tells me she wanted me to be unique in case my name was popular. I like the spelling of my name. I think it adds character. Finding it on keychains and mugs, though, is nearly impossible.
Finding my middle name was a different process than my first name. My mom considered giving me her middle name, Joy. It sounded better with the name Alayna. Instead of passing on Joy, my parents chose to let my middle name be the month I was born in. May. It is even spelled the same way, too. May is quite a common middle name, not as common as Marie or Elizabeth, but I would say a handful of girls have the same middle name as me. M-a-y is also not a common spelling. It is more common to see it spelled with an e at the end instead of a y.
I was never given cool nicknames growing up. My sister called me “Licka” because she was not able to pronounce her R’s as a two-year-old. That name didn’t stick for very long and I only know of it from videos and stories my parents tell me. The only other nickname I have been given is E.M. The initials of my first and middle name. My grandpa is the only one who calls me that and I only let him call me that. It is something special between us. Sometime’s people will call me Risty, which I actually don’t mind. Mostly only teachers and coaches would call me by my last name.
Not really knowing the origin of my name, I do know it is a country. Spelled the exact same. What is funny is that when I was still in my mom's stomach, she was set on naming me Jaguar. She wanted to name me this because, she loved the Jaguar cars, and I'm guessing she liked the animal too. When I moved to Brandon in the 5th grade, I told my friends during that time that I was almost named Jaguar. For that whole year, they would call me Jaguar. But later in the years, it died off, which I'm not too worried about. But when I was delivered my dad said: "Kim we are not naming our daughter Jaguar, she's going to get made fun of." I mean he wasn't lying. Kids can be cruel nowadays. So then the nurse who helped deliver me said "Why not name her India." They obviously liked "India" and stuck with it. As far as nicknames go, I have a few: Bim, Indi or Indy, Inda, Indiago, or Indiana Jones(I hate this one) sometimes my friends might joke around and call me other country names like Indonesia or Asia. But the first person to ever call me Indi was Mr. Stadem. He used it for the first time during a basketball game and said "That-a-way Indi." From then on it stuck with me. As for "Bim" the only people who call me that are my brothers. I really don't know why they call me that but they have called me that since I was born. Now as for my middle name, it is my mom's first name initial(Kimberly) and my dad's first name initial(Irvin) combined with my dad's last name. "KiMitchell" I don't really like it when people call me this——but I do like how I will always have my parents as part of my name. And for my last name, it is my mom's maiden name "Bradfield"
Hansen seems like a very common name. With my dad being Swedish, and my mom being Norwegian, my family looks like a bunch of stereotypical Scandinavians. With such a common last name, my parents tried to pick a name that was used a little less. I have met very few Cadens that are older than me. It seems like everybody with my name is the same age as me or younger Fortunately, my parents gave me a name that I like. Caden can translate into two basic things. In Welsh and English, it means warrior or a spiritual battler. This is very true to who I am. As a kid, I never got along with my parents. They would tell you that I was a battler. I got in trouble all the time and would get stuff taken away very frequently. Spiritual warrior also fits me well. As a man of faith, I have always struggled with temptations and other things like that. It can be difficult sometimes but I make sure to trust God and push through things. In Arabic, my name means friendly or gentle. In the summer, I used to volunteer at a church camp. This, as well as being a middle school FCA leader, has given me the ability to be positive. It also has taught me how to put up a friendly front even when I'm not feeling like it. I really only have one nickname, my dad is friends with Dr. Talcott and Mr. Thorson. They all called him Hanse I am very content with my name and I don't think a name is anything to stress about.
Laura is latin for “bay laurel plant” which in itself is nothing special but when you look deeper you can find something extraordinary—just as you can in almost anything. The Laurel plant was once used as a symbol of victory, honor, and strength. I think it is cool that my name means honor as that is something that I strive for. I hope that as I grow older my name will hold honor and people will see me as a strong individual.
Sometimes people will say that I have an “old person’s name” but I don’t see that as a fault. I love the simplicity of some of the older names. Funky names and spellings can be confusing. I suppose they are going for uniqueness but in a way having an older name that isn’t used as much, becomes more and more unique on its own.
They are also right in saying this because I was named after my great grandmother on my Dad’s side. My parents didn’t have a particular reason for this. They just found the name in some old history, liked it and thought it was strange that it was never used again.
My middle name, Jessilyn, has a similar story. My Grandmother on my Mom’s side was named Jessi. My mom really wanted to reuse the name but not directly copy it so when she stumbled across Jessilyn she knew it was the perfect solution.
My dad was also very particular about our names not being able to be shortened into a nickname. As a result, I have never really held a nickname. Unless you count constantly being called “Lauren” instead which I have learned to just respond to out of habit.
My favorite thing about my name however has to be the connection to Laura Ingalls Wilder. Although my name has nothing to do with her I have always liked the connection and have spent a lot of time researching her. I find that she is a good representation of what our name is supposed to mean. A character of strength. In all this hope to live up to the history and honor of the name Laura.
My father always tried to explain to me why he was proud of the names he gave his children. I was never aware of the meaning behind my name, nor did I think it mattered. This was the case up until my parents found an old ornament that used to be in my room when I was an infant. I was mesmerized at the meaning behind my name, specifically in its relation to religion. I saw on the ornament that my name was derived from the phrase "darling or beloved of God". It was intriguing to see this, as a religious person myself. As I continued to read, I was amazed at the connection between the origins of my name and my personality. Many personality traits such as generosity, sentiment, natural ability, and composed were written down. I would like to think that most of these traits run true to myself, but it also provides a sense of determination. It provides a sense of determination in the fact that I should try to strive and fit the personality traits associated with my name because they are desirable. I think that trying to achieve things to fit these personality traits would be a noble thing to strive for.
My mother had two goals when naming her children. She didn't want us named after anyone, and she didn't want us to be able to have nicknames. So the three of us ended up with short names, Cade, Amber, and Jenna. When at the hospital my mother had no real idea of what she wanted to name me. Eventually, my older brother came up with Jenna and my mother just agreed. The same thing happened with my middle name but it was my sister leading with what to name me. It was always a fun story when I was young, for my parents to tell that my siblings were the ones who named me.
My first name in itself has different meanings depending on the background. One of the common found ones is the Arabic meaning. Jenna means Heaven or paradise. And different variations of my name can mean things like God's Grace. My name could also be tracked to English versions meaning Fair Phantom. It is a shortened version of Jennifer or names similar to such. The name can also be tracked to mean little bird.
My name is Mark Edward Mutschelknaus. My mother tells me my first name was given in a biblical sense, but I think she just liked the ring of Mark. As a child, I had a difficult time pronouncing my r's so my name was always Mahk not Mark. My friends and family sometimes make fun of me because of that to this very day. As my siblings and I have grown older we all seem to have picked up the same nickname–Mootch. This was given due to the pronunciation of our last name. Over time my older brother, Nathan, was given Mootch to be his nickname and Mootchie to be mine. The other two siblings were stripped of any nickname they possed and strictly are called Lucas and Hanna respectively. My middle name Edward–which I share with my father–comes from my great-grandpa Eddie; I never met the guy but from what I've heard I have a lot of his traits other than his height. My parents tell me I was almost named Adam but that is a whole other story. I've always loved having a unique last name but I sure get tired of signing all 13 letters. In kindergarten, we were tasked to learn how to spell our own last names, and I felt this was a bit unfair for obvious reasons. At the end of the day, I am happy to be named Mark Mutschelknaus because I love the unique last name and ironically the only Marks I know are related to me.
I never knew why my parents decided to name me Ethan. Mostly because I come from a long line of William's. My dad's name is William, but we call him Matt because his middle name is Matthew. My grandpa's name is William, but we call him Bill. That line goes on for about 3 more generations. It stops with me and I do not have a clue why. Anyway, I ended up with the name Ethan, but my mom liked to call me Bubba when I was a baby. This was because in her eyes I was a chunky baby. As I got older they started to just call me E. This is probably because we called my sister Emily, M. Never did I understand why they wanted to shorten my name, even more, it is literally two syllables.
My middle name is just the same as my dad's middle name. I am not sure if this has any correlation to the bible. I am assuming that it is related to Matthew in the bible.
My name Evan means a variety of things in different languages. I don't know why my parents chose it (and I doubt it was for the various translations I could list for it) but I'm glad they chose a name like Evan which isn't too common but also not obscure. The most simple translation of the name Evan is that it's a welsh form of the name John. The less boring translations of it include Young Warrior in Gaelic, Good Messenger/Good Man in Greek, and Right-handed in Scots (which the Scots didn't get wrong I suppose). There's a Hebrew translation that has Evan meaning the word "rock" which probably means there are very few Hebrew children named Evan. The last translation came from Old English which means "Heir Of The Earth" or "The King" which I mean we shouldn't jump to conclusions but you do you Old English. I've never been called anything else besides Evan because a four-letter name probably doesn't have a lot of possible nicknames. Overall though I think it's a decent name and that happened to have a couple cool translations that don't really mean much but are interesting extra info about my name.
Eva—whenever I introduce myself, people are quick to pronounce my name “Eeeevaaa,” followed by an exclamation of how cool it is that my name is in the Disney movie WALL-E. I have to say, I only watched that movie once. HATED it. My name was supposed to be mine. Mine only. Not stolen from me by some fictional character. Because of WALL-E, I am doomed to the cursed sound echoing in my brain forever, “Eeeeevaaaaa.” Regardless of my inner disgust for the movie, I smile and laugh during introductions, pretending I have never heard the comparison before.
I used to hate my name. I hated the way it looked. I hate how simple it was. Eva is a short name, not a long name ordained by cool spellings and pronunciations. My parents claimed that Eva was perfect for me. “A short name for a short girl” they would tease. I hated it. Furthermore, I hated the origin for my name: the Biblical figure Eve, that is the woman who brought sin into the world. Grace, Bethany, Thaddeus, David—all of my siblings’ names were based off of the Bible. However, they were named after heroes. David was known as the man after God’s own heart. Bethany was the town where Jesus’ close friend lived and where a miracle occured. Thaddeus was a disciple. Grace's name serves as a thanks to God for his grace shown to my family.
Not all my family wanted my name to be Eva. My grandma called me Rose for years, and filled birthday cards with long explanations as to why my name should have been Rose. Spider was the name my sisters begged my parents to name me. That’s right—spider. Don’t ask me why. I have no idea what was going through her two-year-old mind. Regardless, I am thankful my parents did not grant her request.
Eva means full of live and giver of life. For me, it also means everything I am: weird, funny, smart, hardworking, creative. Even though I will forever be mistaken as Ava, I am still thankful for the name my parents gave me.
My name is a very rare name. I have only ever known two or three people named Jonah. I think that my name being rare fits me though. After all, I do have red hair and that is definitely not common either. Oddly enough, of the two, I would say that my name is rarer than red hair is. My last name is also not very common. As far as I know, this name is of German origin. There is a little town of about 600 people named Bebensee in Germany. I am not certain if I had ancestors who lived there, however. I like my name for the most part. I do not really go by anything other than Jonah. The only nicknames I have been called are J-Beb (a combination of my first and last name) and Johan(switching the “h” and the “n” around in my name). J-Beb makes sense but Johan doesn’t really make sense. The nickname “Johan” started as a joke from freshman year English. My teacher misspelled my name on something and she spelled it “Johan” instead of “Jonah”. It was a funny misspelling so it stuck for a while. Not many people ever call me Johan anymore. I wouldn’t be properly writing about my name if I didn’t mention the Bible story of “Jonah and the Whale”. Honestly, this is probably the part of my name that I do not like. I could have been named after a Biblical hero, but instead, I was named after a guy who got swallowed by a whale. Overall, I believe my name is fitting and I am satisfied with it.
I have a bad relationship with my name. My name sounds wrong to me. I would much rather go by my middle name, Reigh. My sister got to be named Anberlin– an alt-rock band. Completely the opposite of how she behaves as she posts her dancing on tiktok. My littler sister got Adelaide, a song by Anberlin. My youngest sister got Anneleise. My mom chose all those pretty names starting with A and I, the oldest, got stuck with a short name with a hard-sounding T that makes me cringe every time I hear it.
In Sanskrit, my name translates to "star," who was a female Buddha goddess and symbolizes the light of the soul. In Gaelic, my name is a tower, a hill by Dublin where kings settled long before Christ. Simply put, a place of elevation. Though neither of those meanings resonates with me. Sure, I love the stars in the sky and space is a vast and wonderful place, but this star represents purity and light whereas I feel sadness and confusion more often than not. My name is meant to mean that I am grounded and practical, dependable even– oftentimes I feel useless in groups and do my best work alone. I don't feel grounded; I'm generally not. I'm up in the air, constantly trying to organize the tornado of thoughts throughout my mind.
I constantly think about changing my name, but I wonder what my parents, more specifically my mother, would think of doing such a thing. I'm afraid of changing it and not being accepted as whatever new name I choose. I daydream about being able to change my name and get away from here. Go off to my own place and live how I feel most comfortable living. My name makes me uncomfortable. It makes me feel trapped like I have to conform to who people think I am– childish and silly– rather than who I feel like I am.
My middle name seems more fitting. It means "wise protector" which is how I have usually behaved. As a child, living in a not-so-great housing situation, I went through a lot of effort to help my younger siblings, to raise them to be good and not give in to what was going on around them. I worked to make them strong and show them how to be strong, even though I felt weak. Even now, in a better situation for all of us, I help them whenever I can.
The name Elijah originates from the Bible. My parents were going to name all three of us kids after people from the Bible but later on, after I was born decided against it I guess. I have grown up my whole life correcting people and letting them know that it's pronounced E-lie-juh. Not Ellie-john. Not Ellie-juh. Not Eli-john. Simply Elijah. I have really never seen the difficult aspect of pronouncing my name. It really isn't all that uncommon and weirdly spelled at all. My parents and I have always thought that it is a decently straightforward name. The worst part of it all is people mispronounce it the worst when you win something at a track meet and it is over the loudspeaker for everyone to hear. Nonetheless, I have never really liked my full name. I do not know what it is about it but hearing my full name called just doesn't sit right with me. Throughout my whole educational career, I have corrected teachers and plenty of others informing them that I would like to be called Eli instead. Eli is shorter, nicer looking, easier to say, and just fits me more I feel. My middle name is Paul. I do not really like it at all. Although it is my dad's middle name, so it's special in that aspect. Paul is just such an old-time name. I'm grateful that it is my middle name and not my first. The name Elijah means "my God is Yahweh." I never knew that but after learning that I am grateful for the meaning behind the name. I do live by that. Elijah is also of Hebrew origin.
My first name could have been any from a long list. Among the list were Gretta, Bridgett, Pheobe, Tara, and Miranda. Jokingly suggested by coworkers, Kiwi was an option. I was extremely close to being named Miranda before they finally decided on Paige. Paige, however, was a name that always stuck with my mom from her childhood, perhaps due to her love for books and reading. Naming me was difficult because dad was adamant he was only having sons so he had all the sons' names picked out. If I was a guy I would have been Dawson but thankfully they chose a different name for my gender. I have never met a female Dawson.
My middle name holds the most meaning in my name. I was named after my aunt, Anjanette. Right before my parents got married, my aunt was diagnosed with cancer. She had always wanted a daughter named after her but was not able to have any more kids after her cancer, so my father promised one of their children would be named after her. My mom was also big on how names looked in cursive and did not like my aunts spelling with a “j”, so she changed it to a “g”, which I still hear about from my cousins.
My name comes from a slightly different origin than most would. Many are able to say, “I am named after a relative!” I on the other hand can not say this. My parents had each wanted me named a different name. One wanted Jennifer the other Jessica. My brothers, Jeremy and Justin, had an idea. Why couldn’t we combine the two together? So, my name was created. I often get comments on how original my name is. This originality has led it difficult for me to find any souvenir shops to have my name printed on anything. Often, I do find that people misspell my name. They will either forget an “N” or they would switch the “C” with a “K” instead.
When I was younger I was not a fan of the originality of my name. In every class I was in, I was always the only “Jennica”. At most, there might be a Jenna, but never another Jennica. As I grew older, I started to appreciate it more. Never would someone have to ask what Jennica was someone talking about. Never would I have to put the last name down for clarification to a teacher on whose paper it was.
Hannah Siobhan Pearce is my name so my initials are HSP. Without my middle name, my name appears basic. Both my first and last names are quite common; however, my last name is a lot more common in England. My siblings have fairly basic full names: Matthew Jacob Pearce and Madeleine Jenna Pearce. So why give me an unusual middle name? Additionally, my siblings’ initials are both MJP. So why give me different initials? I’d like to say it’s because I’m the least favorite child—or at least not the favorite since that is obviously my brother—but my parents said that they simply chose names they liked and combined them and that my siblings’ initials being the same was completely accidental. Having different initials to my siblings never really bothered me, but having an odd middle name did. I always hated when people asked what my middle name was and when asked in elementary school, I would simply respond by saying that I wasn’t going to tell them. The pronunciation is very different from the spelling so it took me until second grade to learn how to spell it—although my sister still doesn’t know how to. Over the years, I’ve become fond of my name. However, whenever I tell people what it is they always ask the question: where did that come from? In response, I have to say that it is a traditional Irish name—which confuses people because my family is British and the British hate the Irish. Luckily, this situation does not arise often as I go by my first name. Everyone calls me Hannah. No nicknames or anything. Chosen because it sounded pretty, many other new parents at the time also liked it. Thus, there are many instances where there were numerous people named Hannah (or names that sounded like Hannah) and it became confusing. A prime example of this is from my freshman year math class. In this class, there were two Hannahs, a Hanna, an Anna, and a Tanna. Obviously, this got confusing at times but everyone stuck with their names, or their last name was just added onto it when called upon. However, on my club soccer team, there were three Hannahs and an Anna. Here, the Hannahs were sometimes called by last name to reduce confusion.
Ever since I was little I had always been in love with my name. So much so I would yell it out at home. I called myself Gabriella Ni-cool Burt. My name is Gabriella Nicole Burt but I guess I just thought I was so cool that was how it was to be pronounced.
My name means “messenger of God” or “God is my strength” which makes sense with how I was raised. I was raised in a Catholic house. We always pray before dinner. Faith is an important part of my childhood and life now. My name is of Italian origin. This also makes sense because my mom’s side of the family is Italian and my dad’s side is Irish. But we don’t talk about that.
I have had many people mispronounce my names such as Gabe-re-ella, Gabe-re-elle, Gab-re-elle, and Gab-ril-la. Which is the reason why I go by Gabi. But you must spell it G-A-B-I because that is the Italian way. We are only Italian as stated by my mother. I also get called Gab-ri-ella instead of Cin-der-ella when I am asked to run errands and do chores like Cinderella does for her family. They aren't mean like Cinderella's step mother and sisters, just annoying sometimes.
Andrea, a name originating from the 17th Century of Greece. Stemming from the male version Andrew, across the globe Andrea universally means strong, brave, masculine. I truly believe I embody these characteristics because I do not fall into the stereotypes of most girls. Not being interested in barbie dolls and princesses, I chose to look up to superheroes and athletes. I refused to wear pinks, purples, and girly clothes——instead dressed in basketball shorts and played football at recess. As a young child, I absolutely hated my name, largely in part by the nickname Andy. Being involved in sports, Andy was a shorter, easier to yell, version of my name. Absolutely despising it, Coach C came up with AC, a nickname that has stuck. Throughout school and sports, I have been called various other nicknames such as Andres, Andron, Adren, Dray, and Adron but AC holds firm. My parents did not have a specific reason for picking my name but apparently, it was the one they wanted. My middle name, Nicole, was chosen just because it went well in between Andrea and Cain. It would be cool to have specific reasoning as to why my name is what it is or if my name had the potential to be something different, but I cannot picture myself with a different name. I have heard of a few other Andrea's but I have never met someone else with the same name as me, which leads me to believe that Andrea is a fairly unique name. When I was younger I would write my signature over and over again practicing the "perfect scribble". I could never decide how I would write my A's if I would write them uppercase or lower case...needless to say, I had a couple different ways of signing my name until about age 14. My last name, Cain, comes from the Bible as Cain killed his own brother, Abel, so that's not a thing to be very proud of. In contrast, Cain also originates from Scotland, most likely showing my father's Scottish descent. The last name Cain has provided good slogans for school projects and other things that rhyme with Cain such as, gain, pain, and train. I have also received another nickname from this last name: Cainer or simply just called Cain. In summary, I think the history of why names are what they are is very interesting. Having a different name would be quite fascinating——one with a little more meaning perhaps. However, picturing myself with a different name is an almost impossible task.
My legal name is Isaac. I’m not completely sure where it comes from, but I know that it appears somewhere in the bible. My parents aren’t devout Christians, but my grandparents on both sides of the family are. My mother’s family is Catholic, and my grandmother wanted all of their family to have names from the bible.
People have been calling me Ike instead of Isaac for as long as I can remember. Nobody in my family actually knows where I adopted this name. We learned about some of the presidents in fourth grade, and Mr. Andela showed a picture of an “I Like Ike” button for Dwight Eisenhower. That's the only other person that I’ve heard of that goes by Ike.
Apparently, the last name Kellogg is the last name for 13th-century pork butchers. I wonder if my ancestors were pork butchers. People constantly remind me that I’m named after a cereal. Tony the Tiger is on a Kellogg’s cereal, and my dad’s name is Tony Kellogg. My dad might be Tony the Tiger, I haven’t asked him though.
My name, while fairly common, has a symbolic meaning. My first name, Abigail, comes from my great grandpa, Gail. My mom didn't grow up in a very stable home, so her grandpa and grandma practically raised her. Her older brother was always off with his friends so my mom spent most of her time at her grandparents' house.
From a very young age, I was given the nickname Abby. To this day, I very rarely get called Abigail, unless I did something wrong and my mom yells it. I take pride in my first name, mostly because of the fact that it has a symbolic meaning, unlike my siblings, who were named after TV show characters.
My middle name is Mae, which is my great grandma's middle name. Many people tease me about the fact that my middle name is spelled wrong and that it should be spelled with a "y" instead of an "e" at the end. Although this causes people to misspell it often, I prefer my spelling.
I'm pretty sure that my name was derived from the mineral coal; however, I doubt my parents intentionally named me after the ore. It happened to be a semi-common name. I was originally going to be named Kadin (my mom wanted my first name to match the "K" in my father's name of "Kevin"). But, one of my parents' good friends had a son around the same time I was born and they chose the name for him first. So I was to be named their second choice, Xander. Apparently, the day I was born, my parents took one look at me and decided I looked nothing like a Xander, which is funny because Mrs. Sittig (Anne) always used to mistake my real name for Xander. The story of my middle name, Thomas, is not that entertaining. My parents just thought it sounded good with the rest of my name. Elementary school me hated it, however. I was always afraid that people would make fun of me and compare it to the kids show Thomas The Train so I hardly ever told anybody my middle name. My last name would imply that my family is from Scandinavia. Whilst they are, Jackson is not my family's original name. My family came from a town in Norway called Kvisvik and that was our last name until my great-great-grandfather immigrated to America. To my knowledge, there is nobody in my family that has ever been named Jack. Ironically, they picked it because it sounded like a more American name. I am glad they changed it to Jackson instead of Kvisvik, and overall, I am glad I have the name that I do.
Emma is a very common name around the world. It has been the number one name for a girl for many different years. It always seems that when I am out in public I always hear my name being called. I am not exactly sure why my parents decided to name me Emma Theresa Jarovski. I know that they decided on my middle name, Theresa, because of my great grandmother. I also know that they had my name picked out the minute they found out they were having a girl. The one thing I do not know is why they chose my first name, Emma. The name Emma means “whole” or “universal”. I have always liked my name but I have never loved it. I know a lot of other people whose name is Emma and this caused confusion in school. I have always gone by “Emma J” or “Jaws” growing up.
Lauren is a very popular name in my grade specifically. When I was little instead of "Lauren" I wanted to spell it "Lauryn" I thought it was unique and that is what I like. Now I do not think too much about my name. My Dad really did not care about what they called me for a name, or maybe he just did not get to pick because my mother already had my name picked out before she was even pregnant with me. When she was little she called her baby dolls Lauren so here I am. Lauren's meaning is "sweet of honor" when I looked up my name I did not expect that, but when you find out what your name means it makes you feel proud of your name.
It comes from the Christian and Greek culture. It means 'love' and 'the blessing of God.' It sounds sweet; it seems sharp. It prospers in many realms, vocalized in several diverse ways. In English, Grace; in Greek, Arete; in Hawaiin, Kalake. It posses an ingenious mind and an analytical artist. It lives one day at a time, outspoken and determined. It mirrors its philosophies and methods, embracing security but yearning aloneness.
It was my grandmother's middle name, a clone of her as a blossoming youth. My mother, wholly enamored of the name, has guided me into God's palms, where I have followed him since the day I took my initial steps. Some equate the two with the expression, 'God's grace,' which is suitable for the present character.
Never thinking about the name in-depth, my mother gave me the goodness of God. I remember sitting in the Brandon Lutheran Church and hearing the word 'Grace' regularly used, not comprehending that they were not addressing me. My young self thought I was quite famous in the church and would be thrilled to revisit each Sunday. Hearing and seeing my name on the projector during church helped me learn how to spell and pronounce my name better. It also gave me the courage to speak up and do what is best; hearing the sermon and using my name with so much positive news told me what I needed to live up to.
Growing up, I did not like my name at all. I had never met anyone with the same name as me or heard of celebrities with my name either. I wished to be something simple, like “Mark”, “Jacob”, or even “Tyler”, my younger brother’s name. To me, “Dustin” was just a weird variation of “Austin” and “Justin” (both of which were names I would have rather had) that reminded me of people cleaning (dust).
My name is of English origin. I am not English, nor would I like to be (as is my obligation as a Dutch-American). Although I am not necessarily proud of my name’s heritage, its meaning is acceptable. It means “warrior”, deriving from the Scandinavian word “Thorston”, which is another name for “Thor’s stone” or “Thor’s hammer”. So I guess I could be associated with Thor, the Norse god of thunder, which is kind of cool.
As a kid, I looked for every opportunity to change what I was called. My most common nickname was “Dusty”, and although it wasn’t my favorite, it was still better than “Dustin”. At the summer camp that I went to every year from ages 8-18, I was “Dusty” or “Dut”. Most people knew me as Dusty, but my closest friends all referred to each other with one syllable nicknames. I was Dut, Sebastian was Seb, Samuel was Sam, and Brandon was simply “B”.
I was almost “Cole”, and I much would have rather had that name than Dustin, but unfortunately for me, my dad’s boss had a son less than two weeks before I was born, and HE was named Cole. My parents couldn’t use that name right after his boss had, so they went to their number 2 option. I may have liked to have been called Cole, but today I know a lot of Coles, including multiple family members, so it worked out for me in the end.
There aren’t a ton of famous people with the name Dustin, either. There is Dustin Johnson, a golfer on the PGA tour who just won the Masters; and Dustin Hoffman, the actor. There is also a couple of NFL players, but they’re both kickers and punters: Dustin Hopkins of the Washington Football Team and Dustin Colquitt of the Kansas City Chiefs.
All in all, my name has grown on me over the last few years and I’ve come to accept the fact that it is who I am, even if it wasn’t who I wanted to be when I was younger.
I never minded my name too much throughout my childhood. In fact, I was always referred to as Matthew until 4th grade. In 4th grade, there was another Matthew, and he desired to keep his full name. That was ok with me because I didn't mind Matt too much. As the years went on, I am quite thankful I made this transition. Since then, only my mom and grandma refer to me as Matthew. I know that my mom chose this name due to the biblical relations. The name means "Gift from God," which, in my opinion, is cool. I have always enjoyed my name except for the fact it is quite common. I often hear my name called; however, they are talking to someone else. At home, I am seldom referred to as Matt. My dad has always loved giving nicknames, and let's say I have a few. My friends also love to provide me with nicknames, one of being rat. It is safe to say I would much rather be called Matt or even Matthew than rat.
My brothers and I were all named after biblical figures. My older brother was named after Isaac, who was Abraham's son, my younger brother was named after Aaron, Moses's brother, and I was named after Seth, Adam's son. Seth was given to Adam by God as a replacement for Abel after Cain killed him. That's where the name gets its meaning: "appointed" or "compensation". This has never meant much to me. I don't feel as if I compensate for anything. Genesis 5:8 says that Seth lived for 912 years, though, which would be cool if I had that going for me.
The name Seth is short and solid, without much room for nicknames. Unless one has a lisp, the name is easy to say. When I was young I compared my name to my brothers' names. The names Aaron and Isaac are both five-letter names that contain two As—and the name Seth has neither of those qualities. Already feeling out of place in my family, my young self was a bit wary of this. Over time, I have grown into my differences and am even quite fond of them. When we are younger and less secure, though, we tend to want to fit in and be the same as everyone else. My name is not too common, and now I'm grateful for that. Being a bit different is a good thing.
I hold less and less value in my name as I grow older. Names are things that we associate with souls and personalities—as are other material things like clothes, cars, houses, and bodies. Although these may help portray a person's soul or personality, there is a distinct separation between what people might see at a glance and what is actually there. What my name is does not change what or who I am. I don't think about my name much and it does not mean a lot to me as a result. If a person values their name, it's okay with me, but I like to look beyond.
Wanting to keep the tradition of 'K' names within my family, some other name options for me were: Kennedy, Kylie, and Kamren; however, my two older sisters decided that Kenzie was the best fit. My name is Kenzie, often confused with MacKenzie. But, there is no fancy "mac" before the "zee" (that's Mac and Cheese, and I am not a food). It is just Kenzie. My full name is Kenzie Ann Polasky. My middle name, Ann, comes from my Grandma; her name was Mary Ann. I am proud to be named after her because I always admired how hard she fought against cancer, her love for her family, and her faith in God. Not only, was she a fighter but she was a believer and trusted what the Lord had planned for her. I truly like my name, I would not change it. But, because Kenzie isn't short enough (for some people) I have received the nicknames Kenny and Kenz. I have amazing initials, too. KAP. It rhymes with nap, slap, and cap. I really enjoy naps and no cap my initials slap because the letters are fun to say and simply roll off the tongue. My name is Scottish, but not my family. I do not know why my parents chose a Scottish name maybe perhaps it means a desendnet from a handsome man, my father would be proud.
My parents are very into keeping family names in the family. My name is Joseph Steven Kolbeck, and I have about 6 different relatives who also share this name of Joe. Steven is my father's name. All of my siblings have family names, such as Wilson Richard. Wilson is my mom's last name (kind of; long, interesting story if you want to hear it) and Richard is my dad's dad's name. Alex Robert and Mary Elizabeth all follow these guidelines as well. My mom actually did not like the name Joe when I was a baby; she wanted to name me something else. My father was stuck on it, though, and eventually won the battle. I do go by the name of Joe as spoken, but when written I always write out Joseph. I have no idea why I prefer it this way, I just do. I HATE when people chose to call me a different name besides these two, I.e Joe Joe or Joey. I don't dislike the name Joey, it just is not my name so I do not being addressed as Joey. Joe Joe sounds childish to me so I would rather be just called Joe. I do enjoy the name, and I also get to make the funny argument that I am my parents favorite because I have my father's name.
Calista. The name nobody seems to know how to pronounce. It doesn’t help that I am fairly soft spoken when introducing myself either. Then people hear all sorts of things; like “Krista” and “Alyssa.” Don’t even get me started on spelling. It’s honestly funny how hard it is for people to spell my name correctly. My family and I have almost made a game of it. Some of my favorite variations are Kalista, Caliasta, and Calissa. Half the time I’m too afraid to correct people when they get it wrong, so I just end up going by whatever they have decided to call me until the end of time.
My middle name is my Mother’s middle name as well. My family has a tradition of passing down a middle name to the first born child. My mom was the first born of her siblings, and I am the first born of mine. Therefore giving me her last name. My other cousins and siblings all have mashed up combinations of older family member’s middle names. For example, my sister’s middle name is JoLee; a combination of JoAnn and Lee.
I have had quite a few nicknames, mostly from family members. In my family, getting a nickname is almost a given—a right of passage, if you will. My grandpa called me “Scooter” up until I was eleven. I guess the origin is because I was a really fast crawler as a baby, and it just stuck for a whole decade apparently. Cali is another one. The only people who call me that are my Dad and my Aunts, though not very often. I have also been called a few other nicknames in passing, but those are less important.
Originally, the name Dawson was chosen by my parents because it was uncommon and they liked it a lot. However, later on in my childhood, I found out that I was actually named after the show, “Dawson’s Creek”. Apparently, my parents liked the show a lot and they like how the name was unique and creative. Also, the name Dawson was religiously related and meant, “David’s son”. I also found out that it was the name of my parent’s rival high school. I find this weird wanting to name your kid after your rival high school. However, my middle name, James, comes from my uncle Jim who is my mom’s brother. James also has another meaning such as, “replacer” in Latin. Also, it comes from Saint James, one of Jesus’ twelve disciples. My parents wanted to keep the name James within the family so that someday I can pass that down to my children as well. My last name is Skorczewski and many people do not even want to attempt to say it. Some people even read my name off of a list as “Dawson Alphabet”. I do find the jokes funny and I do not get offended by them at all because I completely agree with the fact that it is a crazy-looking name. Surprisingly, sometimes people in random public places will ask me how to pronounce my last name if I am wearing a shirt with it on there. But, I have to slowly say to them, “you pronounce it, SCORE-CHESS-SKI”. As it originates from Poland, the word “czews” in my last name is pronounced like chess the board game, somehow, someway. However, I do enjoy having my last name because there are not any other people around with that last name. I do honestly enjoy it better than having the last name “Smith” or “Johnson”. It is very uncommon and I enjoy being a person that has a last name that no one else does.
Mikayla. Growing up, I always seemed to really like my name and how there was never a lot of other girls with the same name, at least with the same spelling. It was in third grade when everyone was learning to write in cursive that I realized that my name gorgeous. Whether it be the look of "Mikayla" or just the curve of the letters, I grew very fond of the look of my name. Throughout my childhood, I had a multitude of nicknames, the first being "Mooki". I've had this nickname for as long as I could remember and still do not have a definite answer as to where it stemmed from. My parents tell me it probably had to do with my younger sister being unable to pronounce "Mikayla". "Mooki" is still a relevant nickname she likes calls me. My parents often like to talk to me and my sisters about the backgrounds of our names and the arguments they had about who would choose the final name. Being the spitfire that she is, most of the time my mom won. Originally my dad wanted to name me Megan. Megan. Nothing wrong with the name, but I am happy my parents agreed on something else. In Hebrew, my name means "who is like God". Before today, I had no clue the meaning behind my name and I think it would be conceited of me to say that this description accurately portrays me as a person. Though I work hard and think highly of myself, comparing myself to the Almighty would be anything but true.
I always wondered how my parents chose the name Kennedy for me. People used to always ask me or assume that I was named after John F. Kennedy, which is not what my parents have told me. My mom says that she didn't want a basic name for me and being a kindergarten teacher she saw all sorts of names. She said that there was a girl in one of the other classes named Kennedy and she loved the name. She said she really had no other options for what I was going to be named. It was not super common where there was one in every class though. Growing up, I never really liked my name because it was long and I never really had any nicknames to shorten it. As I have grown up, I have started to like it more because there are not very many people that have the same name as I do. My middle name is Lee. That is my grandpa's name and I like how it is short and goes with my first name. The only time I ever get called Kennedy Lee is by my dad. My last name is pretty unique. I have yet to meet anyone that I am not related to with the last name Nuebel. I have gotten used to correcting people every time they try to pronounce my last name for the first time. Most commonly it is mistaken as "new bull" which is how it looks. There are only a handful of times that my name has been announced correctly at away games. I am usually shocked if my name is pronounced right on the first try. It even gets pronounced wrong at most home games too. Overall my name has grown on me and I think it is pretty unique!
In Hebrew, my name means captivating or motivating. My name comes from the bible. It’s the colors of a rainbow. It’s like the number seven. My name is complicated as there are many ways to spell it. My name is repetitive with the covenant vowel pattern.
My name was supposed to be different but something drew my mom back to this one. My middle name is a legacy to my grandma’s middle name on my mom’s side. My name stands by itself, as I would fight anyone who would try to shorten it when I was younger. I refused to answer anyone when they would call me Becca or something along those lines. My name holds power as I, the youngest yet oldest, and an only granddaughter yet one of many. So whenever my name gets mentioned within our family or friends people pay attention.
My name identifies me as me, not as my neighbor who has the same name as me. It's unique to me and how I chose to carry it. My last name our friends and family think is funny as I love to do things with my hands and a lot of the time it involves power tools and wood, which is fitting as my last name is Carpenter, which falls into what a carpenters job is.
My first name, Reagan, has always been a source of slight hatred for me. My mother and I always watched Hallmark Christmas movies where there was a lovely man chasing a lovely woman in an airport, calling her name. My name is not an airport-yell type of name. My name is chunky, like a hairy coconut clunking its way down rocks on a beach. It's quick, one syllable, but it does not sound lovely. My future will not consist of a man calling my name in an airport, at least not romantically.
I do feel that this name is a bit unique. It was originally estimated that I would be called Elizabeth. My birth mother and father wanted to name me Elizabeth. But my current parents compromised with them that the name would be placed between the two “big” names(first and last), only to be seen as an initial on government forms. So four people, rather than two, discussed the name “Reagan” at length.
Regretfully, I have never been given a nickname that was, well, enjoyable. Annoying kids in elementary school would call me Reeeeegan because of the way it’s spelled. Understandably, you can’t make much of Reagan. Reag, Rag, Gan? Oh well. I don’t think I need to have a nickname to be satisfied and content. I don't judge people because of a name they did not choose for themselves; therefore, I doubt people will judge me much based on something as frivolous as a name. I’m perfectly okay being called by my regular name.
My first name, Reagan, has always been a source of slight hatred for me. My mother and I always watched Hallmark Christmas movies where there was a lovely man chasing a lovely woman in an airport, calling her name. My name is not an airport-yell type of name. My name is chunky, like a hairy coconut clunking its way down rocks on a beach. It's quick, just two syllables, but it does not sound lovely. My future will not consist of a man calling my name in an airport, at least not romantically.
I do feel that this name is a bit unique. It was originally estimated that I would be called Elizabeth. My birth mother and father wanted to name me Elizabeth. But my current parents compromised with them that the name would be placed between the two “big” names(first and last), only to be seen as an initial on government forms. So four people, rather than two, discussed the name “Reagan” at length.
Regretfully, I have never been given a nickname that was, well, enjoyable. Annoying kids in elementary school would call me Reeeeegan because of the way it’s spelled. Understandably, you can’t make much of Reagan. Reag, Rag, Gan? Oh well. I don’t think I need to have a nickname to be satisfied and content. I don't judge people because of a name they did not choose for themselves; therefore, I doubt people will judge me much based on something as frivolous as a name. I’m perfectly okay being called by my regular name.
Growing up I used to hate my name because it is very common and it never failed that I met someone new with the same name. Even though it seems like a simple, easy name, people try to be different and spell it kind of weird in my opinion. I’ve seen it spelled Morgan (how my name is), Morgen, Morgin, Morgyn, etc. So, basically, they just replace the “a” with other vowels. In my early years when I would play pretend, I always chose the name Amber or Skyler because I thought those names were far better than my own. Looking back, I am very pleased that my name is neither of those options. Usually when parents are choosing names for their children they are pretty different, well not mine. The options my parents were going with were Morgan and Megan. They are so similar they’re almost the same. They ultimately went with Morgan.
Throughout the years, I have had my fair share of nicknames, both embarrassing and practical. They range from Morgy, Moe, Morgs, and Morgano to Panda, Giraffe, and Asian. The second set of nicknames is based more on physical characteristics and personality traits rather than my name itself. I have come to realize that there aren’t that many ways to abbreviate the name “Morgan” without it sounding dumb and childish. Other names can easily be abbreviated into a better name or one that is easier to say, mine not so much. My brother always gives me the best nicknames. As annoying and dumb as they sound, they are pretty funny. He gives me nicknames like Morgano, Moregano (like a spice), Captain Morgan (as in the alcohol).
The day I was born my parents chose to name me Luke. Not Lucas, just Luke. I really like that I was not named Lucas. I do not know why but I feel as if that name is just a name that I would not want to have. I like that my name is so short and simple. Just one syllable that is quick and easy to pronounce. Unlike Lucas where you have to waste another second saying the other syllable. Although, Luke is a very common name I still like my name because of the shortness it has.
My parents chose my name because my mom had always liked the name Luke. She also had liked it because it was a biblical name. My middle name, Jeffrey, comes from my uncle on my moms side. My parents knew that I was going to be named Luke. They did not have a second choice because the second choice went to my twin brother. Over the years I have never wanted to change my name, I have always liked the name Luke.
In the fifth grade, my class was instructed to do research on our name and what it means. Everyone in my class had names with symbolical meanings like hope, happiness, joy, and so on. However, I discovered that my name originated from a Latin word with a plain meaning: olive tree. I was honestly quite disappointed that my name does not stand for some great and noble cause. I was quite upset about the situation and decided to ask my parents why they decided to name me Olivia.
My father’s side of the family is full of relatives who have received names in respect of family that has passed away. I always viewed this as a great honor, to be named after someone that came before you. In fact, my brother is the fourth Paul in a row. I have always found this to be interesting, and was secretly a little jealous that my brother was named after the relatives before me. As a kid, I tended to take things too personally, and the same is true for this situation. I honestly believed that because I was not named after a family member, I was not worthy of their name. I have no idea where this irrational notion came from.
However, as I began to ask my parents about the origins of my name, I found out the real and quite amusing way that my parents named me. My mother, a teacher at Harrisburg High School, asked her students for name suggestions before I was born. A student mentioned the name Olivia, and my mother liked it. And that was that. It might seem sort of lackadaisical to pick a child's name simply from a student suggestion, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Olivia is not too common of a name, and it incorporates letters that are not frequently used in names, like o and v.
I like my name. It may not have the coolest story as to why my parents chose it—there is no symbolical or honorary meaning behind it—but it just seemed right. You can always tell when a name fits a person, and I personally think that my name is right for me.
Grant Peterson. This is my name. I have nicknames such as G-Rant, Petey, and Granny (I hate this one), little Grant (hate this one too), and G2. I am named after my uncle (my dad's brother). It is very annoying at family gatherings when someone calls for Grant because my uncle and I do not know which Grant they are asking for. So, my family calls me "little Grant" and my uncle "big Grant". I don't like being called little Grant though because I don't like being called small. I also do not like my name because around 75 percent of the time when people ask for my name they do not understand what I said or they assume I said other names such as Graham, Brant, and even Grent (which is unusual). On numerous occasions, I will have to repeat myself multiple times until people finally hear my name right. I also have teachers who think try to be punny and will say something like, "I grant you access to this test, Grant." It was funny the first time, but I heard it all the time.
The only reason I like the name is it is not very common, although I know of a decent amount of people with the name. When I was little I liked the name because there is a president with the last name of Grant and I really liked my uncle and looked up to him—he is a great guy.
I remember speaking with my parents and they had two name options for me: Grant or Andrew. I honestly like the name Andrew better but it is what it is.
I looked up the meaning of my name on the internet and supposedly it means large or great, which is pretty cool. But unfortunately, my family calls me little Grant.
Growing up, I wasn't very fond of my name. It was too basic for me. I wanted to be famous, and people who were famous all had names way cooler than Lindsay Tull. They were always catchy or so unique that you could call them just by their first name and people would know who you were talking about. Lindsay Tull didn't fit into any of those categories. People couldn't even spell my name right, they would spell it Lindsey, Lyndsey, or on the rare occasion Lindzy. This only proved my point, Lindsay wasn't a very cool name, certainly not enough to be famous. It didn't even have any sentimental value, it was just a basic name my mom picked out. My brother had a more memorable name, Kellen. That is a unique name but easy enough to spell. If Kellen was a little cooler, he could have killed it as a celebrity. I, however, could not have.
I thought my initials were cooler though. LNT sounded kind of like TNT, which I thought was cool. My dad had the coolest initials, which were BLT. Overall, I was much happier with my initials than my name.
When I was younger, I tried to give myself a better name to make myself cooler. My favorite one was Rose, it was a pretty flower's name, which would mean my name was pretty. Unfortunately, I couldn't convince my parents to change my name at 8 years, old, so I'm stuck with Lindsay.
I feel more fond of the name today than I did when I was younger. Being a celebrity isn't my dream anymore, so uniqueness isn't a goal. I find my name to be beautiful in it's simplicity.
My Name is Isaac Klinkhammer. The name Klinkhammer is German. I don't know which part but just that it is. My moms' maiden name is as well German it is Wingen pronounced Wing-en but the german pronunciation is Ving-en. Growing up my parents always called me by my middle name which is George but they called me Georgie. George comes from my grandpa George Klinkhamer which was my dad's grandpa. He died a couple months before I was born. So even to this day that is what they call me. All of my friends refer to me as sac a lot. Sac just comes from Isaac I don't know why it just stuck. Lots of people, coaches, and teachers call me Klink. That just comes from Klinkhammer just shortened.
In English, my name translates to many things: a spice, a herb, and a color. But the most common use of my name is pertaining to being profoundly wise and to someone in possession of wisdom, judgment, and experience. Wiser than your years. Something that I’ve been told many times before. Maybe it comes from my name or maybe my experiences, but somehow the meaning of the word and it being my name matches quite well. I would also say my personality does have many similarities to the spice. I would say and probably my closest friends would tell you that once you get to know me, I have a spicy attitude.
Frankly, my first name was not named after somebody in my family nor anyone that my parents knew personally. My mother chose my name because she had heard it as a boy's name. She must have thought that it would suit a little girl better because she held strong with this name. Saige, Saje, Sayge—were some of the options she could have chosen, but she decided that Sage was the perfect choice which, in my opinion, I could not agree with more. My bias might be shining through though.
While my first name is more original, though becoming more popular in today's age, my middle name is a basic white woman’s middle name. Marie. While it is quite common, it does have sentimental value to my mother; henceforth, how I got it. Marie is my aunt's middle name as well. My mother and my aunt are the fourth and fifth child of my grandparents and grew very close to each other throughout their childhood. Because they lived in South Dakota’s countryside, they grew close, so close in fact that they did almost everything together and were each other's best friends.
In the country, everybody knows everybody and that was no different for my parents. It did not help that they grew up less than twenty miles away from each other and had some of the same friends. Destined to unite, they got married after my mother got pregnant and a shotgun wedding ensued. I don’t know if my mother had never gotten pregnant if she would have ever married my father. But I guess we will never know. My father’s last name was Bultje, and my mother took it as hers, as was customary in those times.
My last name is extremely Dutch. Like 100%. But the meaning of it is rather funny. “Bump”. It’s nothing special, that’s for sure. The only way I could see it relating to me in any way is having bumps in the road. Having an obstacle in your path, but in reality, everybody does, so it’s nothing special, though, for some reason, I have always treasured my last name.
In school, my name was nothing special. Sage was already a short name so there was no need for any nicknames. The only problem kids stumbled across was pronouncing my last name, which to be honest, people still butcher. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me. I simply laugh because I find it funny how many ways people pronounce my last name. Because there was no need for nicknames, I have always been known as Sage and that’s just fine by me.
My first name is Karsyn. My parents liked the sound of Karsyn, regardless of the spelling. It could have been Carson, Carsen and so on, but they decided to go with something slightly unique for spelling. As a kid, when people would ask me how I spelled my name, I would make them play a short guessing game. They would normally state the first letter as C, rather than as a question. K is usually their second guess. Up next are the 3 letters that most would guess correctly: A, R, and S. The Y was what really confused everyone. They would end up guessing every vowel/vowel combination known to man, sometimes giving up. My middle name comes from my grandma on my dad's side. It was her middle name, and my parents really liked it. My last name comes from an Irish family history, it was O'Driscoll back in Ireland. The "O" dropped upon immigration because so many Irish were coming in that some worried about being discriminated against.
Karsyn Lynn Driscoll is my name, and it is a name I am glad to have.
There was no particular reason for my name. My parents had no name ideas for a boy and no other names in mind for a girl. My brother, just two years older than I am, is named Austin. Austin and Alyssa. My parents repeated it in their heads and knew that that was going to be my name. The names went well together. The name Alyssa has Greek origins. Alyssa derives from a flower called the alyssum. But I'm sure my parents had no idea of those two things when it came to choosing my name. My mom had a couple baby name books which probably gave her the idea of the name or emphasized that she still liked the name Alyssa. I had a few nicknames; one with no relation to my name at all. The first one I remember was given by my grandfather. Lishykopishy. My grandpa took the lys and gave a sort of twist, that's for sure. My dad gave me the nickname beans. Growing up my family and close friends all called me beans. It started to grow weird when I would be called my actual name, Alyssa, by my family. Anywhere we went they would call me beans, it didn’t matter if we were in public or not. It would make me think to myself as to what those around us thought when they heard “beans” was what I was called. My middle name is Marie, after my great-great grandmother's first name. It is my mom's middle name, my grandmother's middle name, and my great grandmother's middle name. Marie is the French form of Mary, which makes sense since my family is part french. My last name is Hasert which is believed to have a German origin. My full name is Alyssa Marie Hasert. I like my name. I’ve never had a problem with it.
“My Name”
Kimberly Nicole Kranz
The origin of my name is a combination of two words, Cyneburg and Leah. Cyneburg means “royal fortress” and Leah is an old English word meaning “clearing”. Thus my name means “of the clearing of the royal fortress.” Some nicknames given to me throughout the years are, Kim, Kimmy, and from my friends, Kim Kardashian. When asked I prefer Kim, as it is easier and simple. I have received my middle name from my great uncle Nicholas, as he was someone my parents looked up to dearly. Sadly, he died when I was a baby so I have no memory of him but I enjoy hearing stories about his life. My last name comes from German descent, Kranz, and it means wreath.
My name is Brooke Elizabeth Larson. I am only named this because my mother is a very indecisive woman. She purchased a baby book and crossed out all of the names that made me sound like an 80-year-old, prostitute, or way too common (which apparently is also what Brooke Shannon Larson’s parents were thinking too). After that she let my dad pick from the ones she saved. Luckily, he picked Brooke instead of Katie because I like to think I look like I beat up girls named Katie. My middle name was much easier to think of because they wanted to do one of my great grandmother’s names. I could’ve had Magdalene, Adriana, or something else that’s German/Austrian. Instead, I got “Elizabeth”. It would be nice if it wasn’t almost every other girl’s middle name in my generation.
Chloe Evangeline Lippert, the name given to me. Up until now, I have never really thought about why my parents decided to name me Chloe. Originally I was supposed to be named Katelyn, but they changed it at the last second. My mom says she switched it because of biblical reasons. I don't buy it. I think she just like Chloe a lot better than she did Katelyn. Throughout my existence, I have come across many spelling errors. Some of the most common spelling errors I see are Cloe, Chole, and believe it or not Clowey. When I was a child I didn't have many nicknames; the most common being Chlo and Clover. But now with everything going on in the world, my most common nickname tends to be Chlorona. I mean I could be worse. I do have a favorite thing about my name and that is my middle name. Evangeline. Evangeline was my great grandmother's name. Sadly she died when I was a baby, but I've been told we would have gotten along well. I love my middle name because it is very unique and beautiful. I have never met anyone else with this as a first or middle name. My favorite thing about it, though, is how well it goes with my first name.
Madelyn, Greek name meaning high tower. Lee, a name of mixed origin, from my Grandma Lisa Lee. Earhart, do not even get me started on that. My parents to this day cannot for the life of them remember why they named me Madelyn. I feel as though Madelyn suits me. The name, spelt many different ways, is fairly common. I have had my name spelt wrong many different ways: Madeleine, Madelin, medylin. There was nothing special about my name, but it seemed to stick. It is not what my name is that matters, only who I am as a person. Madelyn is a nice name, though I find that it is not really important to me. It suits me and that is all that is needed of it.
Grace, meaning God's friendship. Ann, kind of generic, but named after a great-great-grandmother. Lamberty—meaning territory and famous. Famous territory? Somewhere I am sure. How Irish. I was named Grace because you can not really find a label or profane word that rhymes with it. My parents decided on my name being Grace because it was hard to make fun of, and it was after a Ben Fold's song that also came out the year I was born. My Dad really loves Ben Folds, so do I. That song sends us both into tears when it plays on a playlist. My almost names were cute too, and chances are my children will go by those names. Charlie and Fiona were nice names, but they do not pair as well with my last name. My middle name was the same as my great-great-grandmother who sailed the seas from France to come here, but like every other suburban white girl—we have the same middle name. I like the way my name sounds together, and I will probably keep it that way. Whatever name I graduate college with is the name I will go by. Chances are if I'm married, my name will be hyphenated. But, for now, Grace Lamberty sounds just fine to me.
Maxwell, I name I rarely see. It's always Max or Maximus, but you can find someone named Maxwell every now and then. The origin of Maxwell can be traced back to being of many different sources. "Well" comes from the old English term of "Wella," which means stream, and "Max" comes from the Scottish name of "Macks." In my family, I was the first of a naming scheme that my parents had planned out. My parents had a plan to ensure that every one of their kids had an "X" in their name. It was not a question that if when I was born, I would be named Maxwell. My middle name is David, which comes from my dad's father. David is from the bible and means "beloved" and comes from the region of Isreal. My last name, "Kane," comes from Ireland and means "little warrior." My last name has been around for centuries and has actually been a noble house during Ireland's medieval times. I don't plan on changing my name anytime soon.
My first and last name is Samuel Olthoff. I go by Sam for short because I feel as though Samuel is more of a formal name. Samuel is of Hebrew origin and has an english meaning of “name of God” or “God heard”. My parents took the name from the Bible. My parents always intended for me to be called Sam; however, if I were ever to become president or hold an important position, they wanted me to have a formal name like Samuel. My friends and others have called me Sammy. I do not like being called Sammy, but it is just a nickname and I do not hear people say it too much. The only struggle of being called Sam is that it is considered both a male and female name. I used to get teased for it being a uni-sex name when I was little but as I have grown up, I do not get teased for it anymore. I think the name suits me well, I think everyone’s name fits their character and personality.
Abby Marie Finch is my full name, and I am not a huge fan of it, but I also do not despise it. My name is not "Abigail" because my parents had always planned on calling me "Abby", so they figured they shouldn't name me something they would never refer to me as. That makes sense to me, and I feel that "Abby" suits me a lot more than "Abigail". Joy of the Father is the meaning of my name, although I do not believe my parents picked it for that meaning. Many of my friends that I have talked to said their parents had names selected for both genders, just in case. Already having two boys, my parents were hoping for a girl, so they never thought about the possibility of needing boy names. Once they knew for sure I was going to be a girl, they narrowed it down to Abby, Cassie, and Tore for potential names. Thank God they stuck with Abby. The other two names sound odd for me personally, but maybe I would think the same about "Abby" if an alternate name were chosen. It also was fitting for my brothers and I to all have names that start with an A. When I was born, my brothers were sat down and asked to make the final decision of what my name would be. They, along with the rest of my family agreed. As for my middle name, Marie was chosen after my Great-grandma Dickerson. The other option was "Jean", after my mom and grandma, but my parents did not like the sound of "Abby Jean", so they chose "Marie". My Great-grandma was secretly wishing for me to be a girl, so that would fulfill 8 generations of girls in the family. I guess the pressure is on for me to have a daughter as well. Finch is obviously the name of a bird, which my classmates used to joke about, so I am excited to change that someday. Overall, my name is simple and short, and I like that about it the most.
I have always loved my name. I loved it so much I have always wanted people to start calling me Abigail instead of Abby. My mother chose my name. She loved the idea of both of her girls having names that started with the letter A. My dad loved the idea of having all of his children named after biblical figures. The Name Abigail originates from Hebrew and means a father's joy or less commonly, a father's laugh. Biblically, Abigail was known as King David's third wife, a beautiful, loyal, and intelligent woman. My middle name, Faith, was given to me by my late grandmother. She loved the name and my parents thought it appropriate to provide it as a middle name seeing as how my first name was biblical. The word Faith has Latin roots meaning belief or trust. My last name, Blok has dutch roots and it can mean miller or shoe maker. Many of my friends ignore the fact that I introduce myself as Abigail and they come up with nicknames like Abby, Ab, and just Blok. Overall, I am grateful I have the name I do because it is uniquely mine.
I have always never thought twice about my name. I can't say I hate my name, but I also can't say that I love my name. I guess I just look at it as my parents gave it to me and that's my name. I was going to be named Hannah, but my parents decided it was too close to Hailey, my sister, and they would get them mixed up. Changing the name to Jenna didn't really help them with mixing up our names because they still try to combine our names together some days. They got my name from a friend of theirs that they played volleyball with. My mom had said they just really liked the name Jenna and decided that it was going to be my name. They also liked the friend that they were naming me after and didn't have any problems with her, so that helped. I would guess if they didn't really like the girl they probably wouldn't have named me after her. I actually have not met the girl I am named after, so I don't really know who she is.
My name originates, probably like many others, from the bible story of Noah's ark. The choices for my name were not very numerous, the two choices my parents thought of was Noah and Augustus. Personally, I am quite happy with Noah. The name Augustus comes from my great uncle, Augustus Hoekwater. Whenever I hear the name Augustus I always think of the boy from Charlie and the chocolate factory that would always eat too much. Instead, my parent's decided that Noah would be my first name and instead August would be my first name.
My name, Brooklyn, means “Broken Land”. I do not think that is what my parents knew that is what it meant and that is not why they named me Brooklyn. They have a specific reason for naming me, Brooklyn Ann. My first name is split into two parts, “Brook” and “lyn”. They chose Brooke because it went along with my sister's name “Briana” and they wanted to keep some consistency in that. They thought the name “Brooke” was too boring and new multiple people with the name, so they decided to add to it. Both my mother and father’s parents had a big impact on their lives and they truly loved them. This created the idea of adding a little bit of each mother's name into mine. The reason for “lyn” is because of my grandma, Marlyn, on my mom’s side and “ann” is from my grandma on my dad’s side, MaryAnn.
My name is Mattie. Not Maddie, Maddy, or Matti. From what I can tell the spelling of my name is uncommon, I have seen three other people that have the same spelling that I have. I was named Mattie because my mother did not want me to hate her if she named me Matilda. She also had thoughts of naming me "Maggie May." My name comes from my great grandmother Matilda. I would have been named after my great grandmother Amelia but my aunt named my cousin that before I came into the world. Mattie has a german meaning of "Strength in battle."
My last name O'Donnell is Irish. The original Gaelic form was O'Domhnaill, which means descendant of Domhnall or Donal. O'Donnell means "world mighty"
My name is Jaxen Jacob Mullet and I have always liked my name. It is a very common name based on my grade, but I haven't ever met someone that spells it like me. My mom was going to name me Slone or Jaxen. It personally wouldn't have mattered to me as much what she would have named me. I still would have been the same person regardless of my name. Not to mention that there is a large number of people that call me Mullet anyway. Having a name is just a convenient way to get my attention in my opinion.
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