Jasmine Research Paper

     My name is Rosalind Marie Claire. I have two brothers, one older and one younger, and two sisters, also one older and one younger. Which makes me stuck smack-dab in the middle, and let me tell you what if you were a middle child growing up in a house with only two bathrooms one of which us kids can’t go into because that’s our parents master bathroom, it sucks.

Growing up, I did not like my name because I strongly believed it was too short and awkward sounding. I did not see how the name Nadia could be pleasing to the ear or likable at all. The worse part, I thought, was not having a nickname to hide my

She strums a ukulele, carries a pet rat in her tote bag, serenades fellow students in the cafeteria, and leaves cards and gifts for people she does not know. Therefore, it is no surprise that when Stargirl was asked while she was on Hot Seat, the in-school TV show, to explain her name, her answer conveyed her own ideas about cultural and social norms. We read that although “Stargirl’s given name was Susan,” she felt no compulsion to go by it. She dropped it because she “didn't feel like Susan anymore.” Additionally, she goes on to share several other unusual names she had given herself, like Pocket Mouse, Mudpie, and Hullygully. She also disclosed that she picked the name Stargirl one night while “walking in the desert,” looking at the stars, “it just sort of came to me, fell onto me.” Additionally, she believes that we are much more than our names, and our names are not a reflection of who we are. Therefore, as we grow and change, so should our names. She says, “I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn, I outgrow it, I change it.” Changing her name on a whim or based on her emotions seems perfectly reasonable to her. Stargirl disregards what others think, and she stays true to

“My Name” by Sandra Cisneros is a short excerpt from her book The House on Mango Street (1984). In this excerpt, Cisneros narrator is a girl named Esperanza, who is telling us that her name reminds her of a lot of negatives things, including who she inherited it from. Esperanza is trying to convince us that her name is a terrible name, which is built up of negativity and bad history. She state that she was named after her great-grandmother, who was born in the Chinese year of the horse, which they have in common, and is well known for her wild customs which lead to her feeling sad and lonely all her life. Esperanza specifies that her name sound beautiful among Spanish speakers, but to non-Spanish speakers her name is pronoun funny “as if the syllables were made out of tin and hurt the roof of your mouth” she says. She indicated that she would like to baptize herself under a new

Each of these texts all highlight the importance of identity and names, and how having a name that doesn’t fit European standards can make life in our society much harder. When your name doesn’t fit the European standards it can be harder to get a job, and you become more vulnerable for bullying. Some also allude to the idea that a name is something you must identify with as well, and that it’s a piece of you.

According to the dictionary the meaning of the word name is ; a word or phrase that refers to or that can refer to a specific person (webster dictionary). A name is actually more than that. On December 13, 2000 I was born and given the name Sheena Ailanie Williams. My mom told me that while she was sitting in her bedroom, a movie came on the television screen.Sheena, The Jungle Queen was the name of the movie my mother named me after. For years people would ask me my name and responded with, “ Like the jungle queen!” sooner or later I started to think of myself as queen of the jungle. It made me feel important and special. People

chrysanthemum sprouts that were growing around the old roots…. ‘You’ve got a strong new crop coming.’... ‘Yes. They’ll be strong this coming year.’” (pg.2) This shows, she is speaking about the plants but referring to herself.

“If I’m gonna tell a story, I’m gonna start with my name.” (Kendrick Lamar) Names. They are the first impressions, the differentiators, what makes a person him or her. It is found within human nature to classify things, and the most basic classification of a person is their name. When Frankenstein neglected his creation, a creation that doesn’t even have a name, Victor took away the chance that the demon was never given.

In the story “The Chrysanthemums” the women Elisa Allen had this deep passion for the flowers call chrysanthemums. That even her husband Henry gave her much space when she was dealing with the chrysanthemums. The story opens when Elisa hears a “squeak of wheels and a plod of hoofs”, and a man drives up in and old spring wagon and does not have a name but simply called the man. Earning a meager living, he fixes pots and sharpens scissors and knives. He travels from San Diego to Seattle and back every year. The man chats and jokes with Elisa, but she admits that she that she has no work for him to do. When he presses for a small job and she becomes annoyed and tries to send him away. Suddenly, the man’s attention turns to the flowers and gives a brief description of the chrysanthemums while Elisa is attending the flowers. The man says kind of long stemmed flower, looks like a quick puff of smoke, and Elisa becomes delighted of the description.

Sarah’s early life consists of many different names for herself. As a young girl, she was originally known as Yisach (Jessica), which means “to see.” She is said to have been born blessed with divine inspiration. She was exceedingly beautiful, so her original name reflected her beauty. She was a prophetess and had the ability to see into the future. Another reason for the name “Yisach” was because people used to gaze at her beauty. She changed her

“I’ll see you then. Pine Tree.” he purred as he walked off and out of the store. Dipper had been awestruck and amazed at the kindness of the man. For the rest of the day, he couldn’t stop fiddling with the flower tucked oh so gently behind his ear, and every time someone mentioned it being cute or nice, he couldn’t help but

“You’ll make a lovely bouquet for my kitchen,” she whispered to the fragrant blossoms. Standing straight, she made her way to her home, looking over her shoulder at the dirt road passing along the side of it. It had been busy in the recent months, but today, it remained empty, stretching out into the horizon and into the small village below.

remarkable might occur in the book. Moreover, the flower is a water plant and Mara is known as the

hello, my name is jasmine I like to go by jazzy. If I could talk to a family member from 5 years ago, I would talk to my grandma who died of breast cancer before I was born, I would ask her all about herself and get to know her and become very close with her. I would warn her of the disease she might inherit and maybe help her save her life.

    Names are a terrible way to understand someone’s identity because names are regularly replicated. In my sixth grade class, there were three Mollys. We all had different backgrounds, different religious affiliations, and different personalities. If our names displayed who we are, wouldn’t our identities all be the same? Instead of staring at names and trying to understand their meaning, one should focus on a person’s personality, for personality depicts our identity. In fact, I have learned from experience to not infer one’s identity based on their name. For instance, in middle school, I was mutual friends with a girl named Kassidy. One Tuesday afternoon, my friend, Katy told me that Kassidy was going to sit with us at lunch that day. I shrugged my shoulders and replied with a casual “okay”. Before Kassidy walked in, I had a whole image of her in my mind: blonde hair, cute pastel colored clothes, and religious, all stereotypes that I thought a person with an innocent name like Kassidy