Moniker And Me: A Short Story

Throughout life, one is to see many people they don’t know Humans walk past each other and no interaction occurs. Depending on a particular situation one might be in, it can change the ability to react, help and care for a stranger in need. In the article “We are all bystanders”, by Jason Marsh and Dacher Keltner, it shows how in certain settings people don’t act to help another, even though one might want to. “Everyday Stuart would board the bus and a couple of boys would tease him. I would sit silent and watch. I wish I would’ve helped” (Marsh/Keltner 3). People develop a feeling that prevents them from caring for strangers. This is due to a thought of peer pressure or judgement that could be given to an individual for taking action.

In my opinion my name is the definition of change. Usually you can google your new girlfriend’s name and it tends to give you the correct personality for the majority of Lauren’s but I think all Katherine’s are unique . although it is not one of those names that nobody else can pronounce but them and their moms. I still believe my parents took their time to choose the name Katherine. Some people call me Kathy, or Morgan though. I guess that’s just them being lazy. Like my parents are always calling me Kathy sometimes they forget who I am and they call me by one of my sisters’ names . Most of the time they only call me Katherine when I am in trouble.

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

Most people have a story about how their parents decided on their name, especially those of us who have less common ones. Mine is fairly dry; my parents looked through a book of names and decided that “Maizie” was charming and sweet and would fit me well. My sister’s story, however, is slightly more intriguing. Cleo Arden Seidl, born on August 3rd of 2001, was named by me, Maizie Regan Seidl, when I was just two years and nine months old.

"We picked out this baby girl's name when I was pregnant with our first. I met a woman and her dog, and I loved her dog's name. Funny enough, it was the name she had picked out if she had a girl, but she had boys, so she used it for her dog instead. Here we are 3.5 years later, and we are going to use that name for our little girl!"she said 4weeks ago: sheknows.com.

To produce this book, I asked not “What you are going to name your baby?”, but rather “What is your name? How does it make you feel? Who named you? Why did they choose that name? Would you change

Luckily, I have name that grants me room for change. Abigail B. Sokol would sound sophisticated and professional if I become a doctor, as my mother envisioned. “Abs” is what I am called on the basketball court for a quick, one syllable signal. Actually, the name I respond to best is Abby; it has a voice of its own that I have always thought of as bubbly and cute. At this point in my life, the word Abby best fits who I am.

My mom was a reader. She was a slow reader, but a reader nonetheless. Her favorite book to this day is A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty White. The main Character’s name is Mary Frances Nolan. My mom decided then that my name would be Frances. Well, that didn’t work because my dad didn’t like that name. So anyway, my mom also loved a set of children’s books about a badger named Frances (she is an elementary school teacher), and the badger’s little sister’s name was Gloria. I was named Gloria after the little sister, or I was named after Gloria Estefan if you ask my dad.

An example from my personal experience would be one day when I was sitting in the bland walled, loud, dirty cafeteria eating lunch, as any normal teenager seems to do in high school, my friends and I were laughing and cutting jokes at one another. We were having such a wonderful time that we neglected to notice that a student who happened to be one of our peers seemed to be looking down at his food, sad, lonely, and needing comfort. By the time we saw the student sitting all alone it felt it might have been all too late to ask if we should go sit with him. With the heart that I have, I felt so sorry for the boy sitting alone, knowing that he was probably getting picked

Growing up in a dominantly hispanic family, I had many family members, yet few names. So, it’s a wonder in my own mind, how I wound up with the name Tiffany. Built into the strong family oriented atmosphere that I still live in today, yet still sticking out of my family like a sore thumb. Worse than that, I was not even awarded the liberty of a middle name to fall back on, or for the sake of having a traditionally long name like everyone else. Yet, even though the odds were against me in this case, I still learned to appreciate my own name.

Seeing someone down in the dumps is just terrible. That’s why I like to pull the best out in every situation possible. This is why I believe that a smile a day keeps your life okay. Most people in society today don’t like to see the bad or have that gut feeling that they’re going to get in trouble for their actions. There are usually good outcomes that could be thought about but aren’t.

My family felt like picking out a name for me as the first child was exciting. They had

I am seventeen years old, and I already have my kids names picked out. If my husband doesn't like the names, I don't think I can marry him. My mom told me how she came up with my name and it was last minute. She was going to name me Grace until the day before I was born. I like to plan ahead, so if I still love the names when I have kids, it’s meant to be.

A name is not just what you’re called, it is who you are. It is what you stand for and ultimately defines you as a person. Growing up, I used to think my name did not fit me and that nothing that my name stood for had anything to do with me. Now that I am older, I understand the real meaning of my name and how the traits that are connected with my name relate to the person that I have become and continue to develop into. My name represents who I am and who I plan to be.

my name to Ashlyn. Ashlyn reminds me if the sun at sun down, It smells like a pumpkin spice candle, it taste like a pumpkin spice frappuccino at Starbucks, it looks the Northern lights, and it feels like a memory foam squishy toy.I love my name Eliana,I think it’s special and unique. I am Eliana that is my name, that is my identity. I am Eliana.